i love this series of pictures of her.a stunning combination of sex-appeal and spirit

.i hand´t seen the pics with the notebook before...when i saw them i immediately imagined that she was contemplating over a poem she was going to write...i hope it´s ok if i post some of her poetry here.it just suits the pics so well...
ellensplace.net:
O, Time
Be Kind
Help this weary being
To forget what is sad to remember
Loose my loneliness,
Ease my mind,
While you eat my flesh.
I
I left my home of green rough wood,
A blue velvet couch.
I dream till now
A shiny dark bush
Just left of the door.
Down the walk
Clickity clack
As my doll in her carriage
Went over the cracks-
"We'll go far away."
II
Don't cry my doll
Don't cry
I hold you and rock you to sleep
Hush hush
I'm pretending now
I'm not your mother who died.
III
Help help
Help I feel life coming closer
When all I want to do is die.
marilyncollector.com:
Night of the Nile-soothing-
Darkness-refreshes-Air
Seems different-Night has
No eyes nor no one-Silence-
except to the Night itself
Life-
I am of both your directions
Existing more with the cold frost
Strong as a cobweb in the wind
Hanging downward the most
Somehow remaining
those beaded rays have the colours
I've seen in paintings-ah life
they have cheated you
thinner than a cobweb's thread
sheerer than any-
but it did attach itself
and held fast in strong winds
and singed by the leaping hot fires
life-of which at singular times
I am both of your directions-
somehow I remain hanging downward the most
as both of your directions pull me