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Here you will find my most recent poems - except the one which you can find under the title 'Newest writings' on the main page.

I hope you will enjoy these poems, and for now Sayonara,

{Queen Elise}

Hello everyone,

I'm glad that you're about to read my poem. I'd like to say 'latest poem' but it isn't. See, I wrote this poem during a maths class once and found it back lately. It's not as direct as most of my poems, with  a subject which is clear. This poem is more... subtile. There is no clear subject this time, so please be free to relate to it in any way you like.

I really hope you like it.

Love,

{Queen Elise}

In a Mirror, in Riddles

In a mirror, in riddles

Look in the mirror
And consider what you think to see
Is it truly me
On the other side of a mirror

On the other side of a looking-glass
Mirroring, in riddles
High time to meet yourself
In a mirror, in riddles

Can you smile, just for me
At least try to make it look
Like you mean it
Or is happiness – to you
Only a thing to see in a mirror

Your beauty isn't just
In the eye of the beholder

In a mirror, in riddles
You can see yourself/ the true you
To the world a mystery
To yourself just you
Can you tell which you is true?

In a mirror
You can see all lies
In those grey eyes
Read all your questions
Unanswered why’s
In riddles, the answers lie

Inside you still doubt
Yourself all the time
But the person in the mirror
Looks tough, sophisticated, not shy
Is it really you,
There on the other side? 

In a mirror, in riddles
You can see your other side,
The other you, all that you hide
In a mirror, on the other side

Your life’s still a mystery
And [it] slowly drives you insane
The riddles of life,
Cannot be solved

When I talk of dancing, I almost always mean ballet. Not that I don't like ballroom dancing or other sorts of dancing, but it just isn't me. When I was younger, I used to dance classical ballet, and I still consider it as one of the most beautiful ways of dancing.

Please enjoy the poem,

{Queen Elise}

A Dance Of Life

Dance around
Try to feel free
[For] as long as the song lasts

For as long as the music plays
You can spread your wings
You are able to fly
So dance [on]

Your body moves
In a way you never imagined before
Graceful, elegant and expressing
Something you could never say in words

But when the music stops
The show is over and
They are bringing the curtains down
Your dancing shoes
Will always fade

An unending masquerade

The mask on your face
I can see through it
But I can’t take it away

Life is an endless masquerade
And almost everything is staged
In a certain way
To you

The mask on your face
Do you even know it’s there?
Or has it simply become
A part of you?

Life is an endless masquerade
And almost everything is staged
In a certain way
To you

The mask on your face
It symbolizes an
Endless masquerade
You simply cannot show
Your true face

Life is an endless masquerade
And almost everything is staged
In a certain way
To you

The mask on her face
It’s pure escapism
She is afraid of all the
Questions I might ask

Life is an endless masquerade
And almost everything is staged
In a certain way
To you

The mask on her face
It protects her from feeling
All those things she fears
Like the impact of
The silence all around

An angel without wings



Maybe one day,
An angel will be found
Without her wings

Maybe one day,
An angel will be lying
Dying in the snow

Lying there all alone
With the tracks of wolves all around
Maybe, it will be me
Fallen from too high

Always was so desperate to fly
Should I have stayed low, on the ground?
I always re-enacted Icarus’ flight
Trying to reach Neverland

Flying away from what I feared
Instead of taking of my mask
But never noticed that what I feared
Had started to turn real.

Maybe one day
Someone will find the fallen angel
Will save her and forgive her
For all the mistakes she made

Maybe one day
The angel will take off it’s mask
Revealing all that once was hiden

Maybe one day,
Another pair of wings
Will grow out of her back

And if she’s growing wings
Ask her she just flies off one day
But do never ask her
If she please would stay

Because, once you do
She will be gone
Leaving but the sigh of a dream
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Before letting you read this poem, I must tell you that it isn’t a very accurate view of the Lolita fashion. It’s just a funny little poem I wrote in a couple of minutes when I was bored. So, do not get angry with me for saying things which aren’t correct. This poem is just named Lolita because I thought that – even though not good – this fitted the feeling of the poem better than any other name I could give it.

Enjoy reading it, and for now,

Sayonara,

{The Queen}

Lolita

This world is quite a scary place

And I don’t really want to be here

Or actually, it’s not the present that I fear

It’s the future, of which I know nothing

Not yet.

So I try to stay a child only a little longer

Surrounding myself with cute things,

Sweet dresses, stuffed animals,

Wearing a crown on my golden hair

It’s escapism, it’s my world

A fake philosophy of a scared girl

who wants her childhood kingdom to stay

This world, is quite a scary place

So I try to be like Peter Pan

Escaping to Neverland

Otome or otaku, in my life it’s all the same

Princess hiding in her room

Behind drawings and handwritten words

An escapist, a dreamer of sorts

Surrounding herself with cute things

Dark dresses, stuffed animals

Wearing bows in her golden hair

It’s escapism, it’s my world

Fake philosophy of a young girl

With a heart of glass

But no matter how much I want it to stay

Child’s time is over yet.

No matter how much she runs

A thousand masks...

Costumes, full of ruffles and laces
Masked, I make candy-sweet faces
Such an extravagant being, doing as I desire
In the end, such an act will only, will always backfire
 
How old am I? I bet you can not even tell
I own over a thousand masks,
I use them well
 
I used to play a princess, now act a queen
May be fragile, might be tough
I wore each mask a hundred times
And in that moment, it was real and it was me
But in the end, it is play, and you can not see
 
I pretend, life is a play
Staqing only a human tragedy
Each role, preformed once by me
And simultanously,
I'm watching my self-written comedy
 
The play is ending, attend a ball
Ending this masquerade for all
The actress finally revealing herself
While a thousand masks watch her from a shelf
 
Life is nothing but a play, a simple masquerade
And if you ever could not see
I will tell you, each role that was played
Was ultimately... me!

My CKV teacher gave us an assignment to write a poem about love, which included a metaphore.
Although I am sure that it is not exactly what she expects of the assignment, I hope this will do, too. After all, there are quite some metaphores it in. They are not about a thing, though, but about feelings. But I'm sure you will discover this yourself.

Wishing you a lovely day,

{Elise}

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The misery of loving

From the first moment, A rollercoaster ride
As a journey through the rabbit's hole
But without a furious Queen

And when they see one other,
It is Malice through the looking glass
Seeing the world through the other's eyes
Everything more bright

Ignoring the entire world
The warnings of all the girls
As if being Icarus
Flying too high in the sky

Eventually, unevitable
The crash will come
Crashing down from hgih
Drowing in tears, instead of sea

Utter misery for something
Never really yours
It'll never be a true fairytale

And you just know
Somehow
The misery of loving will always re-appear.