Elizabeth Wallace

poem by Elizabeth Wallace

Moments of Perfection when we washed over each other like water and our souls played like children that grew together in teenage lust and your touch lit a thousand candles of desire that burnt my hurt to rust. and the effect of y... Read more

poem by Elizabeth Wallace

The shy little glance I gave you was key, didn't you feel special, a one and only. How softly and subtly you tricked me to bed, so wanting of your company I go where I'm led? But naked I'm comfortable, a pleasant surprise, ... Read more

poem by Elizabeth Wallace

Don't dwell on those who walked away but think on those who stayed, Hold your nose and jump sometimes, don't be so afraid, Climb the hills as they come alone, turn the corners you cannot see but keep a little time aside to sit, d... Read more

poem by Elizabeth Wallace

I've always felt too old Too old to play with dolls (too young to do homework) Too old to go to bed at 8 0 clock (Too young to sleep with the light off) Too old to fear the dangers inside (Too young to fear the dangers outside) To... Read more

publication by Elizabeth Wallace

It has been a tough couple of years. The usual difficulties that life brings have been made worse by the astoundingly bad decisions I have made. When I look back at how I have conducted myself I am struck by how similar it is to an ... Read more

publication by Elizabeth Wallace

Survivors guilt is what i have. I wished that he would hit me like that so that i could shrink and give up and rise to live another day. That's some pretty fucked up thinking right there, isn't it? Label that kind of mental health i... Read more