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Jun 2019 · 501
Hands Like Sin
Lillian Teresa Jun 2019
Don’t hate me, lover
I cannot help that I am haunted
I cannot help that I am used
Hands like sin-
Always in the places
We fear the most
Apr 2019 · 398
Stuck
Lillian Teresa Apr 2019
God, make summer
Stop
Reminding me of you

Let autumn, spring, and winter do it too
Apr 2019 · 820
Fake Makes You
Lillian Teresa Apr 2019
How many times can a girl
Fake her way through self love
Until she ways with the breeze,
Carrying her image as if a lover - kissing?
3/22/19
Mar 2019 · 523
In Retrospect
Lillian Teresa Mar 2019
One day I'll read this
And ask myself if it were true;
And it always will be,
Even if I can't recall exactly how.

Will I believe I was mean?
Spitfire with scorpion sting,
Gnashing teeth,
Breathing flames like a Phoenix fire?

Or will I be real?
Hurting inside like the rest of us
Insecure and flesh-rotting
Unbelievably happy, in spite of everything?

I'll try to remember
I found an old book of poems from when I was a freshman in high school, and tried to remember how it felt when I wrote them. This is inspired by that.
Mar 2019 · 852
I am at War
Lillian Teresa Mar 2019
With my reflection-
She always wins

At least she is
Hollow
And cannot scream
Back at me

I am left to hate her
For the both of us
I must learn to love her for my soul
Mar 2019 · 390
We Were The Ones
Lillian Teresa Mar 2019
Flooding ant hills,
Stomping on spiders,
Bringing garden snakes
To school

Do you remember?
How afraid I was

Do you remember?
How you just picked it up

Do you remember?
Teaching me to cuss

Do you remember?
Teaching me to hide
This is an old one. Last one I'm going to be posting today, thank you to everyone helping me get my start on here!
Mar 2019 · 419
6/2017
Lillian Teresa Mar 2019
All of my best
(And worst) thoughts
Can be traced
Back to a foreign city
Where I walked the streets
Alone, at night
A short poem from when I spent a summer alone in New York City
Mar 2019 · 351
Sister Souls
Lillian Teresa Mar 2019
Can you see them in the night?
A thousand broken sisters
Howling at the moon
And leaking love

Watch them dance
Amid their sorrow
Watch them lift a new day
With every breath

Through their cracks
You get to know them
Through their tears
You'll wipe your own

Can you hear them?
Shrieking! Singing
“Amazing grace, how
******* SWEET the sound!”

Hurling empowerment
At their own reflections!
Taking their stolen souls
Back- By force!

By grace and the smell
Of their cigarettes;
Rolled in the very fabric
Of their fears.

Be afraid of them-
They are, and
Forever will be,
Unstoppable.
This is the poem I wrote upon leaving the psych clinic where I stayed in a trauma unit for a few weeks. I missed the strong and powerful women I met there a lot, and wanted to honor them somehow.
Mar 2019 · 373
Reflection Pool
Lillian Teresa Mar 2019
The girl in the puddle
Looks like a woman

Maybe the ripples
Warp my view-
Maybe not! But
I can't see clearly, anyway.

Her smile
Kind of looks like mine

Her longing ties strings to my heart
And pulls; I want to love her
Someone should.

She's been alone too long
Been at home too much
Been a *****
To get along with.

I see her again in the window
Of a shop; stalking me.
I can't escape her.

I want to leave her
Need to please her
Who is she, anyway?

I ask,
But she won't reply

I take,
And she does not give

She throws,
Still I do not catch.

I pick a flower
Bend over a pond
And place it behind her ear-

She does not thank me,
But-

Her smile
Kind of looks like mine
I wrote this during my last stay at a psychiatric clinic where I was challenged to write more positively about myself.

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