Salamander

[Elle]

Get out of my blood, salamander!

I can’t seem to blow off enough steam to get you out of my head.

Soul cycle you to death, run you out of my blood to San Pedro.

And yet, everywhere I go, it seems there you are,

And there I am.

 

I don’t want to sell my stories anymore, stop pushing me.

Some stories aren’t meant to be sold.

Some words aren’t meant to be told.

 

I want to leave them underneath the nightstand to be forgotten

or remembered should my thoughts come upon them in the middle of the night after a long beach day

Or by you, some afternoon, to thumb through by your warm after-work hands

 

I love you,

But you don’t understand me

I’m a real poet

My life is my poetry

My love making is my legacy

My thoughts are about nothing,

and beautiful, and for free

 

You see, the things that can’t be bought can’t be evaluated,

and that makes them beyond human reach

Untouchable, safe, otherworldy

Unable to be deciphered or metabolised

 

Something metaphysical

Like a view of the sea on a summer day

on the most perfect winding road taken in from the car window.

A thing perfect, and ready to become a part

of the texture of the fabric of something more ethereal

 

Like Mount Olympus, where Zeus sent Athena and the rest of the immortals plague.

 

 

 

Edited July 28, 2020 by Elle

[bunoner]

Wasn't this like a bio of hers or something?

[Elle]

Wasn't this like a bio of hers or something?

 

 

yes, it is currently also her instagram bio x

[annedauphine]

I can’t believe this bitch

[house of balloons]

quarantine madness i'm telling y'all 

[maxthehitman]

I liked this poem    

 

Simple, yet to the point. 

No gimmicks, no added sugar or additives, no preservatives, no emulsifiers.

Pure H2O. 

[takeitdoen]

@@Elle this is Salamander!

 

and I am floooored. 

 

Get out of my blood, salamander!

I can’t seem to blow off enough steam to get you out of my head.

Soul cycle you to death, run you out of my blood to San Pedro.

And yet, everywhere I go, it seems there you are,

And there I am.

 

I don’t want to sell my stories anymore, stop pushing me.

Some stories aren’t meant to be sold.

Some words aren’t meant to be told.

 

I want to leave them underneath the nightstand to be forgotten

or remembered should my thoughts come upon them in the middle of the night after a long beach day.

Or by you, some afternoon, to thumb through by your warm after-work hands.

 

I love you, but you don’t understand me.

I’m a real poet!

My life is my poetry, my love making is my legacy!

My thoughts are about nothing, and beautiful, and for free.

 

You see, the things that can’t be bought can’t be evaluated, and that makes them beyond human reach.

Untouchable, safe, otherworldy.

Unable to be deciphered or metabolised.

 

Something metaphysical,

Like a view of the sea on a summer day,

on the most perfect winding road taken in from the car window.

A thing perfect, and ready to become a part

of the texture of the fabric of something more ethereal

 

Like Mount Olympus, where Zeus sent Athena and the rest of the immortals plague.

[Elle]

@@takeitdoen Thanks for the info, lucky Australian! I've updated the title and the OP with your transcript x

[Hallo Heaven]

Soul cycle you to death, run you out of my blood to San Pedro.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[necessary sacrifice]

I guess this means some of these short poems are just.... snippets... omg lol I love that we didn’t even know

[MargaretThatcher]

This is out of this world!

[Icecream Icequeen]

The delivery just breaks me, and definitely my favourite. I don't know why I relate so much to this.

[UltraHeroin]

I absolutely love the delivery on this poem and the topic is just amazing as well, another of the witchier poems, one of my favourites for sure. The music for this one is very haunting and ethereal as well, Lana really did it with this project 

[Elle]

Video of her reading Salamander on her IGTV 

 

New lines: 

My thoughts are not for sale

They are about nothing, and beautiful, and for free

& I wish that you could get that and love that about me

Because the things that can’t be bought can’t be evaluated...

 

[American Whore]

i love u but u don't undnrstand me