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9.8k · Jul 2015
String Theory
Liz And Lilacs Jul 2015
It is my theory
that we are all connected.
From the thread around your finger
to the ribbon on her wrist
and the rope tightened on my neck.
Every action has a consequence,
because when you pull on the string;
*something unravels.
9.2k · Nov 2014
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2014
His scaly skin slides across my tender flesh.
I never wanted this, but I asked for it.
His boney hands pull my hair
as his skeleton fingers slide across my delicate lips
and force their way inside my mouth.
"Hold your tongue, girl. Protestation will do you no good."

I close my eyes in desperation, waiting for the end.
Above me, below me, in me, I feel him.
Bruises blossom, dark beneath my ivory skin,
He feels no need to be gentle with a girl like me,
A girl who would sell her soul and body to survive.
The demon takes his pleasure and leaves his mark, ensuring his swift return, for his prey can no longer hide.
4.9k · Feb 2015
Liz And Lilacs Feb 2015
She looked more alive
dangling from the edge
than she ever had resting
in the lap of luxury.
Were we ever meant to live the ordinary life?
4.8k · Dec 2014
A poet's admirer
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
A man once loved her
She warned him to stay away.
She was a monster,
She liked to hurt.
She knew she would hurt him,
Because she couldn't understand
Why he would love her.
He grew sick of her self hatred,
He didn't want to see her scars.
She couldn't write love poetry for him,
Because she doesn't believe in love.
He gave up on her,
and she wrote more poems.
3.9k · Jan 2015
Fuck you.
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
"I'm dying to see you *******."

Then die.
Keep your hands to yourself.
I'm angry.
2.7k · Dec 2014
Fly Away
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
**** you.
You and your beautiful wings.
My wings have been clipped
and my feathers are ruined.
There's no point in staying behind.
Don't bother waiting.
I'll never be able to fly with you.
Just fly away and leave me with my misery.
2.7k · Dec 2014
Calm Down
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
I can't, I can't, I can't

Don't get the blades.
It's okay that you ate,

If he comes back...

Stop panicking.
Calm down. Calm down.

I can't, I can't, I can't
2.5k · Oct 2014
Self Conscious
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2014
My mother once told me
To watch my weight.

Now, all I do is watch my weight.
Eat too little, work out too much.

All because of three little words,
*watch your weight
2.4k · Apr 2016
Liz And Lilacs Apr 2016
He laughs at the way
I make lucky paper stars
When I'm anxious
or scared
or sad
or lonely.
He thinks it's cute,
Or so he says.
But when he sees me making them
He comes to sit with me
And I've started to fill
jars of stars
A lot slower
Because I like his smile
when he sits with me.
We're just beginners at trusting.
2.4k · Mar 2016
A rape joke
Liz And Lilacs Mar 2016
Today a man told a **** joke.
Everyone laughed.
I stood there and thought about it for a moment
And then I asked,
"What is funny about that?"
The laughter stopped
and they stood there in silence.
The momentary silence of shattered illusions,
There was no answer
Because it wasn't funny
So why laugh?
2.3k · Apr 2015
An exercise in worthlessness
Liz And Lilacs Apr 2015
Day* faded to *night
while I wasn't watching.

You were always too good for me
and **** it, I'm not good enough.

I wanted to see the sunset, but
when I remembered, the sun was a memory.

You called me a a sunset kind of girl
and I didn't have a clue what that meant
but I liked the way it sounded on your lips.

Stop that,  this has to be unrequited,
it's better for you, for me, too.
I'm not good enough for you.

*Just leave it to be worthless.
Nothing ever works out the way we plan.
You were the day, so crisp and bright.
2.2k · Apr 2015
Liz And Lilacs Apr 2015
I ripped open the night sky
to see the mysteries behind the facade.
But the constellations wrinkled
and the moon was torn
the stars winked out
and fell from the sky
and I ruined the beauty
looking for something real.
2.1k · Feb 2016
Liz And Lilacs Feb 2016
What if I were there?
       I'd sit in the dark and hope you left. I won't tell you that you make
        me nervous.

And then what? ;)
      Please don't think I care about you.
Send me a pic.
      I know you don't care about me either.
Oh yeah baby
       Is this what we have come to call intimacy?
U know what I'd do 2 u?
      Emotionless exchanges, just for a moment of pleasure and a lifetime
        of shame.

What r u wearing?
      *I don't want this. I wanted love. This isn't love.
1.7k · Nov 2014
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2014
Lilacs were always my favorite flower.
The flower of my childhood.
The purple stars bloomed in the briar of my backyard.
Fragrant and light, Violet in color,
I would skip around the beautiful colors.
They say they stand for youthful innocence.
What a shame that flowers and I can no longer relate,
For my innocence is long gone,
And my youth is fading fast.
The funny thing is,
The color, lilac,
Used to be a color of mourning.
1.7k · Jul 2015
Liz And Lilacs Jul 2015
The touch of the sunlight,
the warmth of the water
dancing around our ankles,
smell the salt in the air,
fresh and clean and pure.
Little tastes of happiness.
But it's never enough for you.

You think that happiness is a state,
like liquid or gas, something you stay in.
But happiness is in the fleeting moments,
the laughter of friends,
hot chocolate, sweet and smooth
with little marshmallows.

Dancing in the rain,
wearing your favorite shirt,
a walk through the woods,
a hug just a little longer than usual,
the warmth of someone else's arms.
These fleeing moments are
where you find happiness.
1.6k · Aug 2016
I am Grief
Liz And Lilacs Aug 2016
I am Grief.
Shadows in your mind,
cobwebs in your throat,
shaking hands reaching for
someone who's no longer there.
An unbearable loss.

I leave you empty of words
and feelings
and life,
yet full of emptiness,
and sadness
and hurt.
Words are gone,
light is too bright,
sound is too loud,
life is too hard.

The lost one's voice,
a ****** of laughter,
perk up in hope.
Remember that they're not there.
Death is permanent
and I am Grief,
your friend.
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2016
the moon looks like the cheshire cat's grin
and we wonder what it is like
to be someone else.

Head full of fantasies
of places we'll never see
and dreams of universes
we don't belong to.

The moon grins down,
like it knows something I don't
and I gaze back accusingly.
1.5k · Dec 2014
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
I bite my nails
when I'm nervous
but I took what I had
and painted them red
to match my blood.

They say red is a sensual color
They say it is ****.
But all I see in red
Is blood and drowned hopes and pain,
But maybe pain is ****.
It's oh so beautiful for the sadist to watch me fall apart.
1.4k · Jul 2015
Liz And Lilacs Jul 2015
If I wrote it in blood,
would it mean more?
1.4k · Jan 2015
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
The prince pecked my cheek
and led me away to his chambers.
A simple young maiden, meek,
Is what he saw in my eyes of embers.

Royalty always expected the best,
He didn't understand that I said no.
Said I to him, "Give it a rest"
He saw his faults and let me go.

Freedom was not true,
Not in the empire,
Out of the blue,
I was in the fire of desire.

No one says no to the prince.
Save yourself, just nod and wince.
The rhyme is a bit forced.
This wasn't supposed to be so dark, but all the romance I write ends up very unromantic.
1.4k · Nov 2015
Poets are like chefs
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2015
I should say Bon appetite
when I hand you my poems
because I know how you
devour the words.
Perhaps I should be honored,
But I'm a little afraid that
You'll know me too well.

My writing is not
pudding cups,
spring picnic in the park.
It should hurt
Like burning your tongue
and getting a brain freeze.
Does it cause you pain?
Can you actually feel what I do?

A poet should keep some to herself
because life is hard to swallow.
I can't forgive you for
reading my choking poems
where there's nothing but air
To take my breath away.

I should be honored,
but I am afraid that
You'll know me too well
1.4k · Jan 2015
Read between the lines
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
Poetry isn't about the words,
Or the emotions,
Or sounding beautiful,
Or looking smart,
Or knowing big words
Like ephemeral.
It isn't about alliteration
Or similes and metaphors.
Poetry is about what it doesn't say.
The silence between the words,
That's what matters.
1.4k · Oct 2015
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
I have a tendency to change the pronouns
in the poems I write.
I love him.
It used to be her.
He makes me weak.
She makes my heart flutter
a staccato panic against my ribs.
It's time I told the truth in my writing.
1.4k · Feb 2015
Dry ice
Liz And Lilacs Feb 2015
Someone once told me
not to hold dry ice,
Because it's so cold
that it will burn you.
Isn't that strange?
Something so cold
that it burns the skin?
It reminds me of you,
and the glaciers you called eyes.
I held you for too long,
and was burned
by your frigid touch.
1.3k · Oct 2014
Cranberry Droplets
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2014
Bloodlust is all I see.
These droplets, like cranberry constellations,
dotting my bibliography.

I am nobody's fool,
yet you've bamboozled me.
A walking contradiction.

Demented or balanced,
I no longer know.
Your bloodlust concerns me.
1.3k · Jan 2015
Two years ago
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
Who would have thought
two years made a difference?
Two years is not that long
in the grand scheme of things.
Two years ago, I didn't know
so much that I do today.
Two years ago, I wouldn't have
made some of the choices I did.
Two years ago, I could smile,
a genuine smile, with real emotion.

If I could go back to two years ago,
I would change what I did,
Warn myself that not everyone is good.
I used to believe that everyone was good
even if they were only good in some tiny way.
I know better now some people will never care
how much pain they cause.
Two years ago, I wish I'd known.
Early morning confusion
1.3k · Jan 2015
Preacher's Daughter
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
They say that a preacher's daughter
is the most rebellious, immoral.
Daddy raised me to be a good girl.
To believe in God and to be wholesome.
I grew up in a strict household.
Don't make the preacher look bad.
Well, I stopped believing in god,
and I broke under the pressure
of the high moral standards.
The preacher doesn't take kindly
to his little girl forsaking his god.
The preacher's daughter
isn't so chaste anymore.
Somehow I went and became everybody's fool.
1.3k · Jun 2015
Liz And Lilacs Jun 2015
Words are ******* tsunamis but people splash them around like they're puddles.
1.2k · Sep 2015
Gifted, talented, prodigy
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
Tis a curse to be gifted
by the muses.
Why is it that artists go mad,
and poets are broken,
writers get drunk,
and musicians find themselves
smoking in the back alleys?
1.2k · Oct 2014
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2014
I don't believe in prayers.
Of all the things I've seen,
miracles are not one of them.
If life wants to ***** you over,
Or ***** you up,
It will.
And there is not a thing you can do
To save yourself.
1.2k · Nov 2014
The Oldest Profession
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2014
A ****** girls stands on the corner.
She's to young to be this aged.
Flirty winks and forced smiles
draw the suited men in.
Heavy makeup, short skirt
Drugs to forget her misdeeds
Reminds herself not to flinch,
their ***** hands ghost across her skin.
She throws away her morals
to please a corrupt man.
For the price of disobedience
Is her fleeting life.
1.2k · Aug 2015
Liz And Lilacs Aug 2015
If she saw the world
through rose colored glasses,
I saw the world as a raindrop
falling from a storm cloud.
1.2k · Sep 2015
I'm just me
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
I daren't call myself a poet,
and I daren't call the words
I haplessly string together
1.2k · Jan 2015
I wonder
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
They found her body;
At the bottom of the ravine.
Said she jumped in the night,
that she never looked back.

I wonder if anyone ever understood her,
I wonder if they even knew her.
Did they know she was hurting?

They did not care that she was gone.
They closed the case and called her dead,
A text book suicide, no victims remained.
Call the morgue and have her tagged.

I wonder if they knew,
About all those she hurt when
she died and left them behind.

Comfort the sobbing parents,
Watch her sibling misunderstand,
Send the family away,
And never think of her again.
1.2k · May 2016
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.
1.2k · Jan 2015
The fool
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
He fell in love,
With the idea of her.
But he realized too late
that ideas aren't people
and they never do
what you expect.
People aren't things to dream about.
People are imperfect beings
And they don't fit into
Your misunderstood notions.
Foolish ideas, foolish emotions,
Now he's her fool,
Juggling his own life
For her entertainment.
Liz And Lilacs Mar 2015
You know more about me
than any stranger should.
You know more about me
than any friend could.
It's not always easy
to post the things I write
Because they are more of myself,
that I don't like to share.
My poems are me and me alone.
I hope you like them,
but more, I hope you like me,
even if I'm a mess.
1.2k · Oct 2014
A Rabbit and The Blue One
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2014
He was blue, she was rabbit.
He danced a waltz around her mind,
she could never quite escape his grasp.
Her fruitless attempts to forget
his hypnotizing colors left her broken.

He was blue, she was a rabbit.
She danced a waltz across his heart.
But he was azure, and could never love.
Cold and empty, he thought of her,
but the feelings never truly reached him.

He was blue, she was a rabbit.
She followed him through the flowery gardens.
He seemed everywhere at once.
Enchanted, she bounded across the dewy grass.
Her love was in the sky and in the flowers.

He was blue, she was rabbit.
He acknowledged her each time she passed,
But he was everywhere and could not love.
He watched from a distance as she pranced.
As he weeped, the rain fell and the rabbit hid away.

He was blue and she was a rabbit.
They could never quite be together
despite being in the same place.
For he was blue, the blue of the sky,
and she was a rabbit, a creature of the Earth.
1.1k · Feb 2015
Fallen angel
Liz And Lilacs Feb 2015
They threw me from heaven
when the pearly white of my wings
Faded to ashen grey
and darkened further with my mind.

They say the white feathers mirror
an angel's purity and righteousness.
That my blacked feathers reflected
a rotting heart and malice in my mind.

But what righteousness is there
when one being decides
the everlasting fate of many?
What is right and what is wrong?

An angel with blackened feathers
is no longer welcome in paradise.
For once I understand,
There is no justice in faith.

The fallen shall remain fallen,
The disgraced angel shall not return,
But shall instead find the truth and
take comfort in knowledge no longer forbidden.
1.1k · Oct 2014
Do you like my socks?
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2014
Do you like my socks?
I asked as I stood there
in comical socks and
my colorful ******.
You smirked and I laughed
as you examined my knee highs.
Childish, not fitting of the moment
Let me take them off for you,*
You said with a voice as soft as a feather and silky as your skin.
1.1k · Apr 2015
Liz And Lilacs Apr 2015
Who decides what we deserve?
Did he deserve her?
Did she deserve you?
Did I deserve that?
What do I deserve?
because I don't think
anyone deserves to
feel afraid every day.
It isn't fair that one person
gets to intimidate and hurt us.
I don't know.
1.1k · Dec 2015
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2015
Why does it always seem
like my best
1.1k · Dec 2015
The way I see it
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2015
I keep looking for someone
who sees the world how I do.
Swirling metaphors
and striking colors,
Sunsets and beauty
and tragedy....

But perhaps I need
a facts and figures
Logical kind of person,
To pull my head out of the clouds.
1.1k · Jan 2015
The voices
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
If you listen in the silence,
you hear the voices,
whispering dark things.
Not everyone can hear their
iniquitous murmurs, heavy with danger.
You'll hear the secrets of the past,
the lies of the present,
and the ideas of the future.
but no voice is without a body,
and when you start noticing them,
they'll start noticing you.
inspired by a horror story
god knows i'm a walking nightmare
1.1k · Jan 2017
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2017
I'm a little home sick
and a little homeless
never knowing where
I belong

Sadness lingers
missing a home
no longer mine
Take me home
so I can see
a place
where I can be.
1.1k · Feb 2015
Waiting forever
Liz And Lilacs Feb 2015
I'm still waiting
for Peter Pan
to come take me
away to never land.

I'm still waiting
for my fairy godmother
to come work her magic
and make me beautiful.

I'm still waiting
for my seven dwarves
to come save me
from the hunter.

I'm still waiting
for the big bad wolf
to come huff and puff
and blow the house down.

I'm still waiting
for the white rabbit
to come lead me
down the rabbit hole.

Where is my escape?
I am no princess.
1.1k · Aug 2015
Stay who you are
Liz And Lilacs Aug 2015
If you're going to break
if you're going to shatter
If you're going to change,
Don't go too far
Stay who you are.
1.1k · Dec 2014
Prepare for War
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
Si vis pacem, para bellum - Vegetius
"If you want peace, prepare for the war."

I have been at war for a lifetime.
At war with myself,
At war with the world.

I am tired of fighting,
Exhausted by this agonizing war.
Please let it end.

*I just want to be at peace.
Liz And Lilacs Jul 2015
I saw you again last night
sad eyes, fierce gaze,
Sitting among the silent pews.

You look so broken,
But so beautiful.
Pain is so ethereal on your face,
I wish I could catch it
and wash it away.

I hope you find peace.
1.0k · Nov 2014
Shaking Hands
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2014
He wanted to hold her hand
but his hands shook with
the memories of his childhood.
The musty room, clouded
with the sweet stink cigar smoke.
His father who stank of acrid alcohol
And a voice that rumbled like thunder.
The crack of the belt across his skin.

She wanted to hold his hand
but her hands shook with
the all too recent past.
The man who claimed to love her
but dragged her down the stairs by her hair
if she wouldn't lie with him or play housewife.
His bitter breath on her neck,
and the bruises he left on her skin.

Shaking hands, various pasts.
Maybe if both our hands shake,
We won't notice our own pain.
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