of the love and lack thereof
I’ve cried over and ached upon
I can’t seem to will myself
to go back and wipe up those tears
erase those scars-in-the-making;
because everyday since,
poetry has melted off my skin
and onto pages and pages and pages.
A year and half since my launch on October 1, 2017, I hope you enjoy this refreshed look to the blog. I started this blog with no intention of where it is today–and I’m taking this 18-month mark to declare that it isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Thank you for your support on this whirlwind.
Love,
ELLE
elleguyence 
This poem speaks to me deeply. I have been struggling for weeks over meditations on Bodhicitta – universal, equanimous love – being warped and perverted by petty infatuations and the aches of loneliness.
Congratulations on your 18-month milestone!
Cheers,
~ Adeline
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I love the new look, Elle, and especially the poem. Lovely work as always.
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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Stunning Elle ✨ and thank you for taking the time to read my mix of words. I look forward to more of yours ✨
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Poetry falls out of my eyes like the ice falling off trees right now. Here’s to spring in Toronto!
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Love the poem! It is amazing how beauty can come from such dark places and experiences such as heart break or lack of love.
Also, congrats on your 18 month marker! It is definitely worth celebrating! 🙂
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Glad you’re here sharing your emotions, Elle! 🙂
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Really super post, My Dear!! Love it!
xoxoxo
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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You are most welcome milady Elle. Never comprise quality over years of die hard ingenuity. Keep the flame going.
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May the blessings continue to flow!
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“poetry has melted off my skin and onto pages and pages and pages” Loved that line. Some things we just can’t seem to shake. When we stop writing about it, we know we’re over it. At least, that’s how it is for me.
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When my brain no longer pushes me to write about a topic, it is important to me any longer. Well written, and congratulations on 18 months.
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Make that “it isn’t important” any longer. Just the wrong place to mistype a word!
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