Biography of Dakota Ellerton
I've been writing since I was young. I started with little poems and expanded from there. With each new experience in life, I enjoy expressing it through my writing. I am inspired to write by the people in my life, the mysterious in the world, and the illusion of love. I am motivated by my strong emotions and opinions. It's our nature to learn, and experience, poetry is a beautiful way of expressing yourself. It's probably one of my favorite hobbies.
I hope to collect everything I've ever written, good and bad, into one big book. That way when I'm old and have nothing better to do with my time when bingo has been cancelled I can re-experience the thing's I've written about.
I DO have a blog, where you can see my writings a pictures.
Dakota Ellerton's Works:
Published books? not quite, the only thing I've accomplished is having a poem published IN a book. *laughs* maybe someday I'll get to publish my own.
Dakota Ellerton Poems
My father, My father
My father, my father, I love he, my father, my father, made me see,
Down The Rabbit Hole
She swooped in to catch my last breath as if the skies had opened and poured a red rain like never before. Once and always I'd forgotten through the passing time, of who I am, what I was, and who I am ready to become.
The moonlight soaked the dashboard, my soul embraced it's presents. I turned my head to the side, so my tears were hardly visible.
She puts up with guys when she can do better they're usually just jerks trying to be sweet and to get her
Jack Daniels, oh how I adore you. You listen when I ramble, and give the warmest feeling.
Tainted Lovers, Love Lying Lovers Lies.
With you inside me, feeling my soul, I let out a moan. It's sinful, sinful I remind myself.
When You're Too Weak to Stay Strong
I'm growing impatient now, my nervous tics are taking over. Am I prepared for disappointment again? I take a deep breath,
Not A Day Goes By, That I Don't Think Of...
I couldn't sleep I was thinking of you holding your hand and kissing you too
A Child's Swing
When I was young I'd swing from the tree's in my swing I'd sway over and over I would kick off
[A] False Notch
A pet a carry on you are used a notch on my belt
Bros > Hoes
Bros before hoes Hoes before dogs
If you were told, to write your life in a poem, could you really summon the words? Where do you start?
My Little Monster
Within my sadness and lonliness, I dwell on the heartache in my chest. I can hear the footsteps echo in my mind - as if they tap against my spine.
Abort My Exhistence
Dreading through the complication of life, I couldn't have any one person to blame but I. The beautiful chaos has spun between my hands, to consume me completley into a betraying fate.
Just one, that’s all I want
hold me in your arms
and tell me I’m not,
I want to make you happy
I want to make you mine
I want to be with you
just once, one time