liza-jane - Hello Poetry

I want your day to be amazing Not just nice Not happy I want it to show you brilliant colors Joyous sounds Voracious appetite Your day owes you, on so many levels Make it dance Make it sing Make it bring you everything you want, and more...and more And more. I want your day to be amazing. For Tristan 4.23.19

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Apr 24, 2019

Apr 24, 2019 at 7:42 AM UTC

liza-jane

Happy Birthday

I want your day to be amazing Not just nice Not happy I want it to show you brilliant colors Joyous sounds Voracious appetite Your day owes you, on so many levels Make it dance Make it sing Make it bring you everything you want, and more...and more And more. I want your day to be amazing. For Tristan 4.23.19

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As I lay here weeping quietly into my pillow, My feelings of loneliness And separation from the norm. I try to remember back When I was young. When I would run to my bedroom, hide and cry. It hurts me so to say, So too I am today.

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Apr 6, 2019

Apr 6, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC

liza-jane

Not the Norm

As I lay here weeping quietly into my pillow, My feelings of loneliness And separation from the norm. I try to remember back When I was young. When I would run to my bedroom, hide and cry. It hurts me so to say, So too I am today.

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Black tarred little feet padding up and down The dirt road. The bandaid on her knee fresh from a fall off the slide at school. She wandered along the oiled road looking for friends to play and run with. She walked and ran, skipping between rocks, never a balance rule.. Her long dark hair makes her look like a lil' indian girl. Her dark complexion darkens more in the hot summer sun. She runs down her neighborhood road, searching... Looking for those friends to come run in the sun kissed sun. Far off she can hear dogs bark, and close to her, dogs answer. She wonders, what do they say? Is it a warning? Is it a get-together? She can hear the cars on the highway going to and fro, where do they go? She can hear the other children. But they are hiding, where-ever.. Her long dark hair makes her look like a lil' indian girl. Her dark complexion darkens more in the hot summer sun. She runs down her neighborhood road, searching ... Looking for those friends to come run in the sun kissed sun. Round the curve she races, finding shade under a big oak tree. She crashes to the ground, tumbling, rolling and ending up, She laughs at the fun, stands to dust grass off her hurt knee. Her long dark hair makes her look like a lil' indian girl. Her dark complexion darkens more in the hot summer sun. She runs downs her neighborhood road, searching... Looking for those friends to come run in the sun kissed sun.

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Apr 4, 2019

Apr 4, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC

liza-jane

Sun Kissed Sun

Black tarred little feet padding up and down The dirt road. The bandaid on her knee fresh from a fall off the slide at school. She wandered along the oiled road looking for friends to play and run with. She walked and ran, skipping between rocks, never a balance rule.. Her long dark hair makes her look like a lil' indian girl. Her dark complexion darkens more in the hot summer sun. She runs down her neighborhood road, searching... Looking for those friends to come run in the sun kissed sun. Far off she can hear dogs bark, and close to her, dogs answer. She wonders, what do they say? Is it a warning? Is it a get-together? She can hear the cars on the highway going to and fro, where do they go? She can hear the other children. But they are hiding, where-ever.. Her long dark hair makes her look like a lil' indian girl. Her dark complexion darkens more in the hot summer sun. She runs down her neighborhood road, searching ... Looking for those friends to come run in the sun kissed sun. Round the curve she races, finding shade under a big oak tree. She crashes to the ground, tumbling, rolling and ending up, She laughs at the fun, stands to dust grass off her hurt knee. Her long dark hair makes her look like a lil' indian girl. Her dark complexion darkens more in the hot summer sun. She runs downs her neighborhood road, searching... Looking for those friends to come run in the sun kissed sun.

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I think he has me now I don't know But in this quiet That surrounds me I think not. My breathing is slow Shallow, restful I am in repose He may find me here I think hard But keep my Composure. I feel him close Reaching round My mind starts to race. He is here I can smell his dermis Smooth and dark I step back It has hit me Full force I sink in Floating, floating I think he has me now I dont know But in this quiet that Surronds me... He has me.

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Apr 1, 2019

Apr 1, 2019 at 10:34 AM UTC

liza-jane

Reality

I think he has me now I don't know But in this quiet That surrounds me I think not. My breathing is slow Shallow, restful I am in repose He may find me here I think hard But keep my Composure. I feel him close Reaching round My mind starts to race. He is here I can smell his dermis Smooth and dark I step back It has hit me Full force I sink in Floating, floating I think he has me now I dont know But in this quiet that Surronds me... He has me.

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I got gold baby Follow me Had to hide it Deep inside me I got discoveries I wanna find Baby, I got gold Follow me I had to hide it Deep in the sea Dive with me Thrive.. I got gold Follow me baby, I hid it deep Inside me Run, run & run.. The long green grass I hid it deep Follow me.

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Mar 31, 2019

Mar 31, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC

liza-jane

gold baby

I got gold baby Follow me Had to hide it Deep inside me I got discoveries I wanna find Baby, I got gold Follow me I had to hide it Deep in the sea Dive with me Thrive.. I got gold Follow me baby, I hid it deep Inside me Run, run & run.. The long green grass I hid it deep Follow me.

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I wake Sun warmed body, curled next are my believers. They want nothing more. I reach out, one stirs...reaching paw. Purrrrrs.... she could exist without me. She knows it, My believers. The dog...stretching out...long.. Yawns... kisses...hello! Sticking feet in slippers.. warm day for my bones. Coffee for this believer... Come... My believers The sun outside is supple warm With a quiet breeze Tweety birds at the feeder Sing hallelujah I meditate and imagine Leonard Cohen joining in and smile... I talk and say sweet nothings To my sweet believers. I close my eyes I breathe My believers take their positions around me One at foot, and lap and table. I wake Sun warmed body. Curled next are my believers. They want nothing more.

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Mar 31, 2019

Mar 31, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC

liza-jane

believers

I wake Sun warmed body, curled next are my believers. They want nothing more. I reach out, one stirs...reaching paw. Purrrrrs.... she could exist without me. She knows it, My believers. The dog...stretching out...long.. Yawns... kisses...hello! Sticking feet in slippers.. warm day for my bones. Coffee for this believer... Come... My believers The sun outside is supple warm With a quiet breeze Tweety birds at the feeder Sing hallelujah I meditate and imagine Leonard Cohen joining in and smile... I talk and say sweet nothings To my sweet believers. I close my eyes I breathe My believers take their positions around me One at foot, and lap and table. I wake Sun warmed body. Curled next are my believers. They want nothing more.

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Forgetful I know your name, I do. It's back, hiding 'round a corner of my brain. Why is it, why I can't find my phone I need it, alluding me... Driving me insane! I said that wrong word, again. Frustration, where is the right word. Where... I zone out. People talk. But I don't hear. I just stare. People stare at me sometimes. They should. Hot mess, that I am. Medically prescribed. Fibro fogged. Pain... go away! I feel ****** So ****** Heavy heavy heavy. Bearing down. Shoulders, holding the weight. My fight brings on more. The cure hurts. I may break. Meditate. Calm and peace allude me. The pain breaks all. The heaviness controls my world. Fog controls word. Trying, all the ways to fight it. Trying...is the word Describing my life, My world.

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Mar 31, 2019

Mar 31, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC

liza-jane

Forgetful

Forgetful I know your name, I do. It's back, hiding 'round a corner of my brain. Why is it, why I can't find my phone I need it, alluding me... Driving me insane! I said that wrong word, again. Frustration, where is the right word. Where... I zone out. People talk. But I don't hear. I just stare. People stare at me sometimes. They should. Hot mess, that I am. Medically prescribed. Fibro fogged. Pain... go away! I feel ****** So ****** Heavy heavy heavy. Bearing down. Shoulders, holding the weight. My fight brings on more. The cure hurts. I may break. Meditate. Calm and peace allude me. The pain breaks all. The heaviness controls my world. Fog controls word. Trying, all the ways to fight it. Trying...is the word Describing my life, My world.

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What happens when your mind is goin You hopin for his help But... You see the day He cant figure somethin he done ususal. You know he aint gon' be there...

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Mar 31, 2019

Mar 31, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC

liza-jane

confusion

What happens when your mind is goin You hopin for his help But... You see the day He cant figure somethin he done ususal. You know he aint gon' be there...

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