All Posts By Elisabeth Horan

A Beautiful Crashing

You are right, like always. I will not take one other step without said approval. I only want to be on your road but look and see –...

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For James

Hey man, it’s ok. It’s me. You don’t have to do this anymore. My name is just a name. The rope was just a rope the weed...

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So. I. Do. This.

You don’t have to be lonely. I am right here waiting to light up your eyes. I am a dying sun and you are right, I am the realest...

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And They Say, Poor Woman

I don’t know why I drink. For the way it makes me feel I guess – like so maybe the bad things don’t feel like they are...

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What I Did

You, are not just something I write about – for, of, around or under. You, are something that flies so close to my wing then dives...

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Hmm, So Wistful

for the motel days. for the barbecues and the merry-go-rounds picking the best ponies, not enough to go around. so under the sheets, we are...

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