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Liz And Lilacs Jul 2016
Were I not a woman?
If I fit your beliefs?
If I bent to your will?
If I abandoned my ambitions?
I will never sway in your
hot air breeze
that you create with your
crumbling lungs of dust and age.

Would it change anything if I did?
My grandfather told me it isn't ladylike to have such high ambitions.
Casse-toi.
Liz And Lilacs Jun 2016
It's days like these
where I sometimes wonder
Who loved who first?
and who will stop loving
the other first?
It's always there in the back of my mind.
  Jun 2016 Liz And Lilacs
Cyrus Gold
I urge you not to trust a magician
Leaves you in disbelief,
makes you question without permission

Perception is everything,
intercepting your understanding,
patience is wearing thin
I promise you

I was a victim of trusting
someone who’s double faced
Showing me tricks, and
they had me begging for double takes

A bitter pill that I always had trouble swallowing,
please heed my words
as I warn you about the following:

I paid to see*  Fate The Fantastical
Showing sketchy tactics and
very far from magical
Stuck in your life and you're seeking help?

He'll try to convince you
that he's the monster who played
the hand that you were dealt

A "one-way" in your journey never existed
so throw those cards back in his face,
tell him “don’t get it twisted!”

Then leave the show and get your money back,
fill your money bag quick
while making your own plans
with money stacks

I saw the power of
  The Spellbinding Heart-Breaker
He promises forever but claims he’ll see you later
I caught him backstage
rehearsing his apology
illusionist at heart
and a student of escapology

A Houdini whodunit level of disappearance
Shackled by love and commitment,
begging for interference

And my advice is that
you crash his performance
Reveal him to the audience,
damage would be enormous

The mental menace known as
  Doubt The Diabolical
*The worst of the bunch since
he’s demanding and methodical

He has the gift to convince you
To give up on your dreams,
Taking the stage with volunteers,
“voices” sing his theme

Enticing suicide, heartless,
and pushes you aside
Signals your sayonara by
serving you soothing cyanide

So boo him off the stage
as loud as you can!
Steal his thunder, change the world
'cause I’m one among your many fans!
Liz And Lilacs Jun 2016
How long shall your life be?*
She took the measuring tape in her hand,
slipping it expertly through her fingers
to the exact inch of her choosing.
I watched as she chose my life.
She chose the length and in simple action,
set my fate in string and stone.
I thought we had free will,
but it does not seem quite so.
Destiny, fate, I know not her name,
but I have no choice
but to defy her.
Liz And Lilacs May 2016
He was afraid that he said the wrong thing,
so I explained to him
that we are not porcelain,
we won't fall apart at the slightest of touches.
And as scared and small and frail as I feel,
I remind myself that I am
flesh and bone and muscle and mind
and a body that fights every day to keep me alive.
We are not porcelain,
so don't be afraid to jostle us, love.
It has been awhile, my friends. I write less poetry when I feel content.
Liz And Lilacs Apr 2016
I knew I was in love with you
the night I sobbed because
you were so far away
and I couldn't run to your
arms when I was hurting.

And it miserable
Liz And Lilacs Apr 2016
He asked me to pray to the gods he doesn't believe in.

He wants me to pray to the gods I don't believe in.

He wants to pray but can't find the floor to kneel on soft enough for his bruised knees and trembling hands.

He needs us to pray to the gods we cannot comprehend but reach for with hands cupped in offering of nothing,
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