Along the stranded shore,
I walk.
Lost as a newborn, torn from its mother’s ****
The wind cuts through air
like a million blades.
I feel nothing.
Miles stretch before me—
no answers,
no footprints in the sand to follow.
I walk alone,
where a woman the likes of me
has never walked.
Shells scatter at my feet
as I step toward the incepting fog.
Could they hold the answers?
Could they keep a secret?
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC
The flowers inside my head eating away
at the decaying thoughts.
I hear them when it’s just quiet enough –
gorging.
Oh Mother, I’m fixing your mistakes.
You and me – made from the same two pillars:
dependency and suffering.
I tear them down
softly, slowly –
shedding what I have seen,
like a snake peeling its skin.
Everything I have ever known,
collapsing around me,
leaving things I have loved covered in ash –
my own Pompeii.
But I’ll make my own way out of
these rotten bricks.
That is my promise to you –
and myself.
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.
I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.
Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.
I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 12:03 PM UTC
At the door comes a knock or a beating
That demands an uncomfortable greeting
So you hide from the guest
And deny the request
For this most unavoidable meeting
Nov 16, 2024
Nov 16, 2024 at 2:41 PM UTC
I hide my pretty words
inside a shell.
Safe and far away from
prying eyes –
thoughts and desires, carefully constructed
to never see the light of day, never feel
the warmth of human connection.
For this is all too raw,
too fragile.
Words painfully crafted –
containing the chaos inside.
If people only knew,
what I was hiding,
I’d have to tear open my body,
remove the pearl
for all to see.
My flesh exposed – consumed,
my core, paraded around necks.
And I’d be tossed away
into the waters of my suffering,
to create more precious gems.
At the end, when I am too tired for it all,
clutched by the fingers of grief,
all that shall be left of me –
a shell, forced to adorn
the walls of strangers’ homes.
Just as so many mother of pearls,
who’ve came before me.
Nov 16, 2024
Nov 16, 2024 at 2:40 PM UTC
The moon comes to me,
at once with melancholy.
Like old friends.
Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 9:05 AM UTC
Grief came uninvited
through my open doorway,
fear and rage ignited
they made plans to stay,
and I was dazed by the
lack of foresight.
Then sadness came bounding
in loud and bellowing.
It consumed every opening,
chaos was ensuing,
then it left without a trace
of what it was doing.
When the storm had ended
someone held me,
they were kind,
gently she attended
and peace filled my mind,
as love comprehended
the hurt it left behind.
For in grief's disguise,
love had always been
opening my eyes.
To what grief could mean:
That love never dies.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 5:16 PM UTC
Suddenly it was November.
And it felt like the chance to be happy
was lost.
Shriveled and fragile,
as the slowly rotting leaves still clinging to trees.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 2:52 PM UTC
Your embrace,
a place sculpted just for me.
Your scent, intoxicating –
I breathe you in like spring air.
The warmth of your body,
the beating of your heart –
I’m finally home.
You whisper pretty things in my ear,
and I feel precious –
like a diamond in the making.
Before, a few ordinary atoms –
now a treasure,
made by the strong grasp of your love.
For just like a jewel,
I would feel safest,
hung from your neck –
forever by your side.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 3:04 PM UTC
When things go wrong I like to whine.
Complaining’s free and feels so fine.
So when I do find fault,
It’s moaning I exalt.
Sip vinegar instead of wine.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 7:15 AM UTC