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Stuck in Elevators
Stuck in Elevators
Stuck in Elevators
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Stuck in Elevators

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Introducing a collection of evocative and introspective poems that delve deep into the realms of love, loss, self-discovery, and longing.


she wrote down her thoughts
to put her monsters to rest
and it was beautiful

Martha Maria Jones

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJan 4, 2024
ISBN9798224326099
Stuck in Elevators

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    Stuck in Elevators - Martha Maria Jones

    THE THINGS YOU SAID

    Quietly, that is how I fell

    wantonly, you rung my bell

    we were barely eighteen 

    writing lyrics to queens

    serenading the Sunflower

    ––––––––

    keeping beards

    and shaving our fears

    your love is what brings me home

    ––––––––

    I keep on falling deeper

    running through the sand

    holding your hand,

    dancing in the dark

    igniting until we both spark.

    wasting wishes and writing of keepers

    ––––––––

    my breath catching

    when we touch

    in that way best friends touch

    two heartbeats matching

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    all the little judgements

    keeping us stuck in moments

    we linger in the air

    and it feels so unfair

    people saying the L-word is only for the brave

    after all the insecurities we are still wrong

    I thought what we had was stronger

    you bring me home.

    the home we let go.

    ––––––––

    Queens are not meant to cry. 

    MY SHIELD BELONGS TO YOU

    Alone..., lonely is

    the thought of speaking

    when walls don’t talk

    Who lands a punchline

    wherever I go?

    being is for lovers.

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    hearing whispers in church pews

    wondering if they are prayers

    and I wish he was here

    to touch. to hold. to kiss.

    and I am just trying to remember

    how happiness feels

    cause expect for breathing

    loving him is

    the only thing I can swallow.

    ––––––––

    a cup of grief 

    and a drink of faith

    the one

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