writing – Daily Elena Rose

they stained your pretty white rose

I long to feel the fragile, beautiful heartache that accompanies love again. To crave for someone: to feel warm, comforted, and at home in their presence. What a lovely thing, a gorgeous something that feels forever out of touch. For when I’m touched, I feel tense. To love feels like a dream I had long…

no air

if only you could see the impact you’ve had on my life even with you gone, everyday i’m affected infected with hurt and heartbreak it’s like you tied a weight to my leg and threw me off deck you sweetly kissed a goodbye to my forehead as you removed the knife from my back and…

a bed full of tears

how can you leave me broken crying so much i feel as though i can’t breathe who would’ve known i could love someone so much you held onto me when you knew you wanted to let me go you let me love you let me give all of myself to you with the intentions of…

what was and what is now

i long for you but you’re gone a distant memory but it feels like just yesterday you were here your lips pressed against mine your eyes staring into mine in admiration my head on your chest laying in a peaceful quiet as i listen to your heart beating in your chest an unforgettable rhythm your…

thoughts on the drive home

I feel like an imposter in my trauma and experiences; I know it happened to me, but I feel like a fraud. I feel like I don’t fit into the group of survivors: like my experience isn’t as valid and as challenging as theirs. Even after I know for sure something has just happened to…

Sinners: Best Movie of 2025?

My Honest Review of Sinners (Spoilers Ahead) Don’t read this if you’re not ready for spoilers—or truth. This review isn’t for the faint of heart, and neither is the movie. If my take offends you, feel free to keep scrolling. Let’s start with the scene where the ancestors from both the past and future come…

anxiety

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gold rose

A gold rose is shiny and cold Frozen in beauty, stunned in her growth Stiff in her posture, unable to slouch Torn from her roots, her home in the ground Displayed in a window, she watches them stare She dreams to be free, breathing the fresh air They gaze in awe at the beauty she…

shell

i’m living in a shell of a house sometimes i think the neighbors can hear my shouts the walls are made of paper, as thin as my patience i’m trapped in this cage, no hope of escaping police sirens roar and dogs beg for love the street is worn down; the sky’s grey above the…

if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?

If no one in the world could hear a word I say, would I exist? If no one knew I existed, would I be alive? If I don’t recognize my surroundings, was I even here in the first place? If I can’t remember what happened yesterday, did it even happen? If pain and sorrow encompass…