1.7 … Wrong Direction

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LOVE LESSONS

1.7 … Wrong Direction

I was looking
for love in all the
wrong directions.
From her, from him,
from the world,
from my work,
from the very air…
and I was looking
so far off
for what I thought
was promised,
that my unfocused eyes
missed the mother,
missed the teachers,
missed the friends,
missed the mirror
that was right there.
I thought the love
I wanted could only be
found in distant lands,
but the love I needed
was already in my own hands.

⚬⧝⚬


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1.6 … Not Yet

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LOVE LESSONS

1.6 … Not Yet

Thinking of songs and stories
and all the came-before-mes,
I realize
that as glorious as those stories be,
all were missing something key…
me…
So whenever I feel lonely,
or sad that my love story
hasn’t been written yet,
I’ll remember it’s being written now
between me
and someone I haven’t met.

⚬⧝⚬


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1.5 … Who Deserves Me

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LOVE LESSONS

1.5 … Who Deserves Me

He said I would
never find love
because I cared too much
about my career,
as if writing words
and making films
and changing hearts
was a pursuit to be feared.

It hurt at first,
but the more distant
from those words I grow
the more I’m confident
and absolutely know,
that my passion for stories
is the greatest part of my being
and if that’s something the person
I fall in love with can’t see
then they certainly
don’t deserve any part of me.

⚬⧝⚬


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1.4 … First Kiss

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LOVE LESSONS

1.4 … First Kiss

It should have been bliss.
I remember afterwards thinking
Romeo & Juliet didn’t die for this.
It left me wishing I were the star
of Never Been Kissed.
Anything to keep from
remembering those lips.

⚬⧝⚬


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1.2 … The Nebula of You

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LOVE LESSONS

1.2 … The Nebula of You

Look at a nebula
and consider its magnificence.
It is no single star,
nor a binary,
it is a cosmic cloud
of interstellar intricacies
and galactic glory
made of billions of
particles of stories.

You, dear queer child,
are like the nebula.
Complex and glowing,
beautifully showing
the universe that you
are marvelously multidimensional
and made from
science, magic, and love.

⚬⧝⚬


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New Poems & News

Guess who’s dropping a new poetry collection this week? 👀

Yep, it me.

As some of you might recall a few months back, I decided to start a new series called elluminationswhich I originally planned to release quarterly through Patreon, while the first volume was made available for free.

Well friends, there’s been a change of plans, and this post is Part 1 of 2 explaining why. (Keep an eye out around mid October for the exciting surprise that is Part 2. 😉)

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Sooooon…

Part one of said change of plans is that I have decided to make elluminations vol. 1 available for free as well, and I will be releasing the whole collection over the next two weeks via this blog, Medium, and my Instagram page. This new collection is a bit shorter than vol. 0, and is called Love LessonsThe poems included in it are about personal experiences and struggles I’ve had in both finding love, and learning to love myself more. If you read the Love section in Unraveling Light, these poems serve as a nice companion to that.

The first poem in this collection, Seasons, will be released this evening here on Elayna Musings first, and then you can find it elsewhere on the internet tonight!

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Huzzah for poetry!

However! As excited as I am to announce this new set of poems, I do have one last part to this update, and that is that after a lot of deliberation over the summer, I’ve decided to phase out my Patreon page. Getting people to subscribe there has been a challenge, and while the people at Patreon are seriously creating something amazing for artists like myself, it just doesn’t seem to be the right fit for me. I’ll be posting an announcement over on there to let patrons know that as of October, that page will be inactive.

October is going to be a big month though, for while I am phasing out Patreon, I do have something new coming for y’all to take it’s place. Till then, I’ll be sharing the new elluminations poems, and finishing up the sending out of the Kickstarter perks for Unraveling Light. (Which if you haven’t ordered one yet, you get get your copy here, here, or here!) Thanks as always friends. Looking forward to sharing more stories with you soon! 😊


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0.17 … Ink

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INDEPENDENT

0.17 … Ink

I am nearly 5,256,000,000 miles
from who I was when
you last walked on
this Earth with me.

I am nearly 5,256,000,000 miles
into the jorney
of learning to live
without you both.

But unlike orbits about the sun,
some things cannot be quantified.

I cannot know
how many times I’ve cried
or
how many times I’ve asked God why
or
how many times I’ve smiled
or
how many times living has felt worth while.

There are things we cannot know
and there are things we can,
but one thing that’s been a certainty,
is that when a pen’s in my hand,
I am whole.

I know that
in my blood flows
an infinity of ideas, emotions, and ink.

Though my parents are gone,
the legacy they have given me
is a heart that can’t stop bleeding,
but the ink that has from it flowed
has helped me understand and know
that my reason here is to
write words and tell stories.

I wish they were still here,
but their absence molded me
into who I am.
I am a well of ink and hope
giving the world all I can…

⚬⧝⚬


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INDEPENDENT

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0.16 Lost at Sea

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INDEPENDENT

0.16 … Lost at Sea

There will come a day
when I’ve lived more of my life
without them than with them,
and the thought of it
rips and breaks inside of me
like an angry, ocean tide.

I imagine the forever
worth of my days that they
won’t get to see,
each moment missed
like another grain of sand
on a lonely, open beach.

My children will be
precious shells they’ll never get to hold.
My stories will be
sandcastles they’ll never see me mold.
Memories of them are
a horizon lineuntouchable, distant gold.

Laying in the soft night sands,
I stare onward into the sky,
making constellations of
things that will never be,
a future where they hadn’t died.

Their love and the loss
runs through my veins
like salt runs through the sea,
but at least their spirits
are now like the water,
ever flowing, ever free…

⚬⧝⚬


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INDEPENDENT

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0.15 This Road

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INDEPENDENT

0.15 … Last Day

College graduation day,
and they aren’t here,
like they should be.

But I am,
even though I
almost wasn’t.

Four and a half years,
who knows how many all-nighters,
countless hours worth of tears,
and facing down every last
one of my fears…
yet I am here,
even though
I almost wasn’t.

I wish they were standing
here by my side,
so they could see
and could know
that I managed to survive.

But though they aren’t with me,
and are somewhere far gone,
perseverance became my inheritance,
and on this road, I’ll carry on.

⚬⧝⚬


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INDEPENDENT

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0.14 Over and Over and Over and…

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INDEPENDENT

0.14 … Over and Over and Over and…

When Mother’s Day rolls around,
when Father’s Day comes about,
when their birthdays pass,
when their death day trauma lasts,
I am reminded over and over…

What’s your mother’s madien name?
What’s your father’s middle name?
What’s your given birth name?
Questions that haunt me over and over…

Are you going home for break?
I’ll be at my parent’s till late.

I made them an anniversary cake!
Phrases from friends that plague me
as I am reminded over and over that
I have no house,
no home,
nor parents left
to celebrate.

They’re gone
and there is nothing I can do.
You can’t understand it
unless it happens to you.
Loss doesn’t happen and then go away.
It is felt eternally, every single day
in the smallest ways,
over and over and over and…

 

⚬⧝⚬


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INDEPENDENT

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