Ellington Stone

United States

Hi, I'm Ellington (a.k.a. Ellie)
She/Her 15
OLP, Grapheme-Color
Joined Feb. 2021
Current Obsession: Billie Eilish

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I LOVE to read & write & draw (Melanie Cellier, Wendy Mass, & Jillian Dodd) ...all that good stuff.

I mainly post things I've been playing around with, but I always appreciate feedback! Feel free to drop a comment or a review, it's always appreciated. If you ever want a review, I'd be happy to help. Just ask :>

I mostly write little poetry things, short stories, flash fictions, and some political commentary/mockery.

Thanks so much for the 150+ followers!!

The Criminal, The Witness, and The Architect

May 4, 2021

The crime is tied to the criminal,
As the mansion is tied to the architect.
But close your eyes and imagine a fantasy
Of that grand mansion, let your mind wander with thought.
The copper force, the brass sting.
Not built for the criminal, but for the witness.

The courthouse power is wielded by the witness.
Their force is stripped from the criminal,
Leaving a lingering sting.
The stones are placed, one by one, by the architect
Without a second thought.
Almost like a... stolen fantasy.

It was a crime scene, the site of the stolen fantasy,
And, shrouded in shadows and police tape, hid the witness
Deep in thought.
What is the true crime...? Who is the true criminal...?
Ignoring the questions was the oblivious architect.
Why? For these ideas rang true, they rang like the lingering sting.

But the real weapon was not the sting
And the real prize was not the fantasy.
The true crime was that of the architect;
Not only bearing witness,
But bearing false witness, rolling the criminal
In the mud of guilty thought.

For, in this instance, the lie became thought.
And deception ruled all, the deception of that architect.
For the criminal was the architect and the architect was the witness,
They all harmed each other, leaving that lingering sting.
It was a complex working, a complex fantasy...
But the crime was still tied to the criminal.

Despite the innocence of the witness, down went the architect.
Despite the innocence of the criminal, down went the guilty thought.
And no matter the brass sting or wailing police tapes, it was never recovered; that stolen fantasy.


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  • bhumi

    re : c:

    about 1 month ago
  • Emi

    Another great poem! I really like how it's kind of like a trail for something abstract, if I'm understanding that right.

    about 2 months ago
  • bhumi

    this is really great! <3
    re : wow... I think it's really cool, I don't know anybody who has synesthesia like in person, so I'm going to have to go and google this!

    about 2 months ago
  • _Delphiruns2theocean_

    Ah so true
    Re: Haha thx :)

    about 2 months ago