All poetry signed Elise on these pages was written by and is copyrighted by me. The selection here is taken from over a decade of my works. I hope you enjoy my life's work.

Abandoned people living on the edges of oblivion blinders barricade all eyes dragging shackles of suspicion kick me, bite you vicious world of vicious cycles the survivors, the sliders the fallen, the flailing fighting to crawl upstream or sitting in a dry riverbed waiting for life or waiting for death or just, waiting not out of place just, no place except the edges of oblivion accept the edges of oblivion -Oct 15, 1997 Elise

What is the value of a face? is it a mask, a shield, or role we put on? is it the stage with curtains up the portrayal of Everyman's thought and emotion unless we bring the curtain down What is the value of a face? the identification of a personality a recognisable heading that character experienced goes under a sometimes revealing map of life marked by time's impressions echoing shadows of feelings often felt What is the value of a face and do we accept it at face value? -Nov. 3, 1997 Elise

My First "Sonnet"

I thought I'd write a sonnet but didn't have the time to contemplate each rhyme or think too much upon it I cast my little thought net the muses were not kind they fled my eager mind my probings were not well met I soon ran out of words, pet commiting here a crime of superfluous rhyme for making a complete set So I just had some fun my wordplay here is done -Nov. 9, 1997 Elise

Teenage angst has the pangs of a serpent with fangs a thousand times larger than heat-stroke but on second take you'll find plain garden snake a mangled, mutilated meat-rope "I just can't go on!" the same parroted song prattling glamours extinction a year down the road the Prince is a Toad so go back to reading your fiction -Dec. 3, 1997 Elise

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