Elizabeth Irie

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127

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Elizabeth Irie

15 | I feel behind at writing for my age and I hope to improve with this app. | I love feedback!

Writings

127

Followers

828

Following

If I Die So Do You

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

The blade of grass sways so peacefully

Unlike your blade that is piercing me

You drain out my life

Until my existence becomes a pool of blood that lays around me

Drowning the grass with the distasteful tang of my crimson blood

As my head lolls against earth’s dirtied floor

I know grass will be the last thing I ever see

Rage spikes adrenaline through me

For even though I will meet death, t...

Poetry

YA fiction

What’s The Point Of It All

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

What’s the point of living when dying feels so good?

What’s the point of happy if sad is the only one who understands me?

What’s the point of love if fury is what fuels me?

What’s the point of being kind if I know rude will always shield me?

What’s the point of fate when life’s only real constant is its unpredictability?

What’s the point of forgiveness when resentment feels oh, so satisfying?...

Poetry

The Bathroom Mirror

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

_I look so ugly in every reflection, every photo except in this one specific bathroom mirror and only at night mind you. Still then I don’t look exactly how I want to look, but something about the face that stares back at me is undeniably better than the one I’m usually met with. Her features are sharper, her eyes glossier, her mouth smaller, softer. Something about it is… so- so captivatingly mes...

YA fiction

Blame The Glass

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

The window is stuck and I cant close it.

It’s letting in all sorts of things.

Bats swoop in, bee’s fly in, spiders crawl in.

It’s maddening but I cant do a thing about it, infuriatingly maddening.

My hands are tied and so I scream, but in my pillow.

It’s not my fault it’s stuck, _they_ broke it.

And they wont fix it.

Sometimes I’m glad they broke it.

I mean I hate the creatures but its good to...

Poetry

Streetlights

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

Specks of color dimpling the darkened sky,

Awakening the tired night,

Cascading fairy lights,

A shimmer of hope in the fog,

A shimmer of love in the dark....

Poetry

Cigarettes

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

There was a man

Who had calloused hands

Owned by his company

Fueled by the money

He’d sit on his porch

As the sun came out

And the birds flew about

He’d imagine himself just as free

He’d light a cigarette

It would numb his heart

In his old worn down chest

And turn his lungs to ash with each tired breath

The smoke fogged his brain

He yearned for rest

Though he had no money to his middle c...

Poetry

YA fiction

Dancing With The Rain

Elizabeth Irie

2 min read

There once was a girl with crimson eyes and haunting black hair.

She was owned by the night, danced in the stars twilight.

Her smile was calming, her demeanor chillingly pure.

But no one knew her, no one but the moon’s waning eyes.

For she had become an outcast from her once perfectly crafted life.

She stayed in the dark where none could see her, hid from all things familiar.

That’s why she...

Poetry

YA fiction

Still Addicted To My Favorite Poison

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

I feel the pang of a broken heart

I’m gonna kill if it doesn’t stop

I was ripped away from my one true love even if they say you’re not

Can’t bare the sight of my face without you

Can’t bare me without you

I despise the void that you once filled

The void you could still fill if I weren’t caged away from you

Can’t look at anyone else without thinking about you

And about the way you would...

Poetry

Drama

Was It Never Real For You?

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

Floral shirts, and seaside views remind me of those tear stained days.

Love stricken, seasick kids we were, the humid air did us no good.

We made paper boats out of dollar bills, watched them float away along the citrus stained air.

Our dreams were big, our hearts were young, protected from all to come.

A boy and a girl, one rich, one poor, what a match we were.

You invited me to a dance one...

Poetry

Romance

The “Ghosts”

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

We live in a land where the footprint of ghosts linger. Their names aren’t spoken and we go about are days pretending all is fine. But we all know, all of us, even the children, even if they dont know exactly why. Whispers of the truth haunts our lives, are minds, are actions. We cant escape, the ghosts made that _very_ clear....

Poetry

Mystery