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Lizzie 3d
My boyfriend, or my bed?
My boyfriend? No--instead,
I'd rather have my sleep.
But I would like to keep
Him and still not lose
My bed, if I could choose.
So play a happy hymn,
I guess I'll marry him.
Lizzie 3d
I have a secret I’ll never say:
You are the apple of my eye.
And if that isn’t scandalous,
You’re the pecan to my pie.
You're quite like a summer's day,
Except that you're more fair,
And I would gladly be the breeze
That tussles with your hair.
If I could burrow in your arms
And snuggle in your chest,
Then I would never stay up late,
And always welcome rest.
If I could kiss you till I fell asleep,
And kiss you when I rise,
Then I would go to bed more soon,
Be healthy, wealthy, and wise.
Lizzie 3d
Compared to Home, what is Rome but
Many imposter stones, who flaunt paunches,
And chiseled jaws, and abs thick cut
But never earned. The fountain launches
Water "non potabile" from a fishy gut,
Or seems to. Yet the endless craft
Is effortless, since the secret is the pressure
Merely directed. I admit I laughed
When I saw the Fountain Naiads who lure
Water horses and lizards into their fray,
For each is doused, but the one for sure
Is so angled that she must need a bidet.

Compared to you, Rome can only boast
Of satisfaction in her sweet "pasticcerie"
And hot coffee, when your French toast
Is bettered with bacon. Italian cheerie
Exists in the smiles and sweet abuse
Of the street vendor, who starves his family
To make you an offer you can't refuse.
Just today I bought a scarf of cashmere
Which came from India. And although
The tag said China, I have no fear
That he'd sell me Nylon for twenty-two euro.

What is Rome when compared with thee,
But arches which soar and crack and fall
Never to be moved nor fixed. You can see
The lazy layering in the Forum floor and wall.
Caesar makes a triumph below his arch
While trodding flesh arches on trash. And
The river never ceases her acid march,
Hoping to carry away less from that land.
I didn't like Rome as much as New England
Lizzie 3d
I blindly walked into the pit;
I stumbled, fell, and cried.
But when my soul called out for help,
I found Him at my side.
"You cannot go the way you came,"
My Lover said to me.
"But the road to home is long and cold.
There's hardly light to see."
"Yet trust in My Plan, My love,"
He said to me once more,
"For when you call upon My Name,
There's no pain you can't endure."

So many weary ways I wandered,
Each more lonesome than the last.
Many times I slipped or stumbled,
And couldn't feel my Lover's grasp.
Many nights spent sleepless sobbing,
And ev’ry one was worse for wear.
Yet often when the road was hardest,
I couldn't feel his presence there.
And as more endless caves I conquered,
And with each fall felt more near dead,
Longer did I lie half-waking,
And longer lay the road ahead.

Still, sometimes when I look behind me,
And see what dangers there have been--
Narrow ways and broken bridges,
And hollow caverns caving in--
I know that He's been there to guide me,
And, once more, I can begin.
3d
Desire
Lizzie 3d
“The devil finds work for idle hands.”
Oh, there’s devil’s work in these lands
Where holy deeds come on the whim
Of them who just believe in Him,
And those who believe in Mass and Measure
Make Flesh their goddess and highest pleasure--
Where faithful men who swear the Creed
And hate that Hunger, yet sate the need.
The Bride? She shuts herself away
To stuff her soul with Disarray.
We struggle the struggle with all our hearts,
But far from the battle
Is where the Sin starts.
It’s not the giving-in that caused the Fall
But where She found no fight at all.
Though we, horrified, flee Her name,
Fearing the Fire that heaps on shame,
Our Light of Mind is made a liar
When so outshined
By our Desire.
Even now, my body craves
To feel the pulsing of Her waves
And searches for some sad excuse
To serve the Goddess of Ab-use.
Though I prayed for a fight
(For that was how I felt last night),
I do not gird my ***** today
Lest Satisfaction is staved away.
It is easier a thing, to place the blame
On thoughtless action
Than face my shame.
Lizzie 3d
Like, what even are you?
No way in a million lives
Could I dream up someone like you.
I can’t even begin
To comprehend what the actual heck
(Heck heckin’ heck)
Kinda glitch in reality ARE you?

I can’t even—
I can’t even open my mouth and begin—
You!

You!?!?
I get so excited,
I can’t poetry anymore
(And I swear I’m usually
Not too bad at poetry).
But I want to say something!
Because you deserve to have a million words said about you.

Baby, I can’t even say,
“I still can’t believe this is real,”
Because I’m still stuck on the “this.”
What is it that I can’t believe?
What even is this?
What even are you?
The word amazing couldn’t begin to describe you!

I’m kinda afraid to say the rest…

“I feel like we’re made for each other”?
Can I really say that?
No-no-no—
It’s much too soon.
Maybe you aren’t real, or
Maybe you are
But I hit my head on something.

I’ve gotta be insane.

I’m-I’m crazy.
“This” is crazy!
YOU are crazy!

Hot ****, you are crazy.
I could eat you up.
How is it that you drive me wild
Just by being you?

I wish I could capture your essence in a bottle
And strike it rich.
“Lizzie’s miracle drug.”
Except that makes it sound super addicting
Or sensual,
Infatuation-al,
But that’s not what I mean at all.
I just mean I want to tell the whole world
How amazing you are
Because I want them all to appreciate you, too.
But I don’t even know where to begin
And every attempt keeps falling flat
(And falling for you).
I mean, how many stanzas have I written already?
And this is just the prologue—
Monologue—
Gutentäg—
Ratlin bog!
(Sorry, I needed to make sure I can still rhyme.)

They say love lost is better
Than never loving at all,
And oh My God, I know it must be true
Because even if “this” crashes and burns
I’ll never be the same—
Never!
Even if it breaks my heart,
I will always be that much better.

Oh Lord, I’ve gotta be a fool.
A fool in love.
A happy, foolish fool.
There isn’t even a part
That’s careful for my heart,
A part in my gut that says,
“Slow down and think of all the ways
This could go wrong. Be prepared!”
Oh, there was a time when I cared.
Heaven help me if I care now!
Yes, I want to take it slow
But not as a fail safe. No,
I want to take it slow
Because— for “this”—
I want to do this justice.

If that’s God’s will, then,
Glory hallelujah!
Only then,
I can’t believe this is real!
Lizzie 3d
You know I don’t believe in soul mates
Because there’d be too many ways
A person could ***** himself over
And be unhappy for all of his days—
Then what would happen to his mate?

You know I don’t believe in soul mates
Because some people may never be
Good or holy or mature enough
To be worthy of matrimony.
So what would happen to their mates?

I do not believe in soul mates,
In one person being your destiny—
Because we’d never find that one
Among the fish within the sea—
And what would happen to our mates?

No, I don’t believe in soul mates.
Even though God brought us together,
And it feels like we’re made for each other,
I could be happy with many another.
What would happen to your mate?

Well, I don’t believe in soul mates,
Even though our powerful Lord
Knew from the beginning of time
You and I would strike a chord.
What would we do if we were mates?

I said, before, and I’ll say it again,
Despite what my experience claims:
Soul mates? Oh, they’re not a thing!
But… what about twin flames?
Lizzie 3d
You said you felt your sin was
Unforgivable, just because
Everything inside you
Knew
The harm that it would bring.
It’s true,
It took me some time to process
That darkness—
That darkness that eats you up inside,
That darkness that you try to hide.

Yes, my sorrow is for me,
Knowing that I could never be
The first woman you would see
In her sacred entirety.

But even more,
My grief is for you,
Who does not know just how near
Jesus holds you, nor how dear—
Especially in that moment when
You lose control and turn from Him.

If you could fathom
Even a part
Of how much He loves you in His heart,
Or how great His longing for you when
The dark takes you away from Him—
Why, you would cry with joyful grief
And gratitude. My belief
Is that your worth is so much more
Than your struggles, because He
Died for the sake of thee—
Not for the “who could be”—
No!
He died for your quiddity!

Oh God, if you only knew!
Your soul would overflow with tears,
Not tears of shame or tears of guilt,
Not tears of fear or hate. God spilt
His blood for those who are unworthy.
He loves you who are unworthy!
He loves you who are unworthy!
Yes, you will fall again and again,
But Jesus calls you back to Him.
The only pain you would feel
Is the pang of joy, and ne’er yearn
for lesser fleshy things. You’d burn
With desire for the Great Lord of
Peace and Mercy and of Love.
Lizzie 3d
I wanna write a song for you
Unlike any I've written before,
Something to catch you on the lips
As you're going out the door.

I wanna tell you how I feel
Because this love still seems unreal,
And I'm afraid
Of waking up.
Are you scared, too?
Am I enough?

Well!
There's too many thoughts in my mind,
But mostly what keeps me occupied,

Is the way you laugh,
And how you smile,
And how you hug me every time
Like you haven't seen me in awhile.
And I feel like I could do
Anything, if it was for you,
But I'm too scared to risk it all
Until I'm sure it's mutual.

I know I'm not a poet,
And I can hardly sing,
But--
**** it!--
Here's the thing:
I'd sing this stupid song on a public stage
Everywhere
Because I want the whole world to see
(It's only fair)
How amazing you are,
How amazing you might be.
But before I do all that,
How much do you like me?
Lizzie 3d
Darling, are you a lover... of poetry?
Or only a lover simply, of me?
What I mean to say
(If you care to hear)
Is I'll write you a poem
If… you hold it dear--
But not only dear for my sake,
Rather if you truly appreciate!
Because if not you, then at least I
Appreciate a poem, by and by.

Darling, are you a writer, a poem composer?
Because I am not a poem-opposer.
What I mean to say
(If you don't mind the trouble)
Is I love any poem,
But when it’s from you, double.
And if it is bad, then I, for your sake,
Still the thought would appreciate.
Because if not you, then at least I
Love getting poems, by and by.
Lizzie 3d
Darling, I wanted to apologize
for every single time I catastrophize;
I don't want to take you for surprise.
Next time I'll try ta do what's wise.
Cognitive distortions in my head,
Sometimes wishing that I were dead
All ‘cause uh something ‘s small as a look.
But I've been reading this self-help book,
And if you have faith in me
Then I can do anything, I believe.

So darling, darling, don't despise me
When everything's the source of my anxiety;
Darling, understand and forgive me;
This whole **** song is a catastrophe!

There's another thing I forgot to mention
I feel like an imposter with good intentions.
(I think:) "It's a matter of time till you know that
There really is nothing that I am good at."
But I don't want fame or things or money,
All I really want is to be with you, honey,
And as long as I keep God in sight,
I know that ev'rything will be alright.
And as long as I have faith in Him,
Then I believe I can do anything.

So darling, darling, don't despise me
When there is darkness deep inside me.
Darling, understand and forgive me;
This whole **** song is a catastrophe!

But I guess if you stuck around so long,
Then there's no need for this stupid song.

So darling, darling, don't despise me
You be my man, I'll be your lady.
Darling, understand and forgive me;
This whole **** song is a catastrophe!
(A catastrophe)
(A catastrophe)
(A catastrophe)
(A catastrophe)
(A catastrophe)
Lizzie 3d
Oh Nature, whence hast thou this beauty
Which impresses itself upon my senses,
But whose grandeur refuses to penetrate the depths of my darkened heart?
Cruel glory, you mock my pain.
You trod upon the brokenness of my being
And into the turbulent winds sling my soul to be whipped--
Back and forth, black for all I'm worth!
I shrink from you as the frozen man flees from fire.
There is malediction in your majesty.
For I find I'm a flea: tiny, minute, infinitesimally small.
    But by God, I'll prove a stubborn bug;
I will bite, and bite, and bite!
No sleep shall upon you now or any night.
What good shall your beauty bring you then,
When you share your sheets with one such as me?
You who once scorned my sorrow,
Where went your wagging tongue?
Lizzie 3d
Once....
There was a young man,
Fell desperately in love.
She who had his heart
Was all he could think of.

There was a young woman,
So lonesome and so sad.
She didn’t mind the company
Of he whose heart she had.

Everything he had, he gave,
In hopes for love, and more.
But though she gave her heart and mind,
She gave them slow and sore.

Strangled by his strong affection,
The woman pulled away,
But equally afraid of freedom,
Still she tried to stay.

Desperate himself, he feared
(And maybe rightly so),
That if he once let go his grip,
That she would up and go.

If love is a game, they played it,
A competition to the last--
Him, to hold her tight forever,
And her to leave his grasp.

And so, selfish and contemptous,
Neither love was pure.
What once was sweet and kind
Became a constant scourge.

But if one was more to blame,
Then surely it was she,
Who knew there comes no happy ending
From such disunity.

And the one was more at fault
Who for a year kept on trying
To feel feelings she did not,
And to them both kept lying.

When at last she had the strength,
The bitter truth was told.
She broke the poor man to peices,
Left him confused and cold.

And what more sorrow did she feel,
And what kind of regret?
She hated him who loved her so
For all the time ill-spent.
Lizzie 3d
She said, "I cannot stand to be alone",
So she found herself a loyal stone.
He hardly ever left her side,
Parting slower than the tide.

She was a sinner, the worst of all:
Not just water, but a waterfall.
So great was her longing to be free
That sitting still meant stagnancy.

"I am like water, flowing and white,
But you are a rock, steady and wright.
How can we hope, our natures apart,
To ever be one and share the same heart?"

He was a sinner and hardly better:
Not just a rock, but also a fetter.
His love was so desp'rate and blind,
He drove her out of her **** mind.

"You're not water, you're just blue,
And it will work since I love you.
So even if we are some contrary,
I think we are still meant to be."

To demonstrate the truth of this,
He claimed her with a cold, hard kiss.
And still he struggled to conceive
Why she ever chose to leave.
For the first one: hellopoetry.com/poem/4476220/dichotomy/
Lizzie 3d
I think I know my heart, but not;
It flutters, falters, and gets caught.
It won't be still, but now won't beat.
I'm empty, lonely, like this street.
I called your name--you never came.
I whispered it into the air.
Am I to blame? I'm still the same.
If only I had loved you fair.

What do I want? But is it you?
Six months ago I thought I knew.
I wanted to be free, but now
I have the chance and don't know how.
I called your name--you never came.
I shouted it inside my heart.
Are you to blame? You're not the same.
The sight of you tears me apart.

I hold you in my arms-but no!
I wake to find my ****** pillow.
I feel you kiss my head, and yet
When I look up, it's just Colette.
I called your name--you never came.
I cried it softly as you passed.
Are we to blame? Are we the same?
Our love was never meant to last.
Lizzie 3d
Although I'm freaking out about all this,
I don't have a home that I could miss,
Since I long for a place that doesn't exist;
I hate my job and I'm tired of school,
I'm sick of my house and my own gene pool.
I'm not so hot and I'm sure not cool.

And now I'm losing my mind
'Cause I can't seem to find
The "kind" within mankind.
I'm a mess without finesse.
Well, I can't take the stress.
I try but don't see the progress.
Don't let me be hopeless.
Lizzie 3d
I thought that you were being strong,
But I could not have been more wrong;
You've already moved on,
And now you're gone.
Here I am, stuck in the same place,
When you've gone ahead and won the race.
Here I thought I was being kind,
But I got left behind.
But what good does it do to dwell
On things that never could go well?
I'm the cause of my own hell.
Your misery would not fix mine.
So I'll move on, too, and walk a line
Where I am fine.
Lizzie 3d
I keep thinking that I'm missing you,
But God knows that can't be true.
I must be missing a man's warm touch
Since I never loved you all that much.
Well, that wouldn't be quite fair to say;
I loved you then, and love you today,
And my love for you will never cease--
But I never felt that sense of peace.
Well, whatever the case might be,
Despite my current uncertainty,
I made my choice; and my stance
Is there's no place for a third chance.
After all this, I'm slowly learning
That all my tears and all my yearning
Cannot make things any better
When I am lonely to the letter.
Besides, this calculation must include
An unknown, moving factor: you.
I knew from the moment I made you cry,
It would never be worth another try.
Although you'll never hear, goodbye.
Lizzie 3d
Not my Jon anymore, not Dear,
And ne’er again will be, I fear.
One broken heart? But there are two,
And mine the worse for leaving you.

Two kinds of love, with his more true,
Mean different speeds of getting through--
He moved on fast, therefore, since he
Wanted what was best for me.

But choosing what I could not feel,
My love, for trouble, was more real.
So while his passion had its strengths,
My love has had the longer length.

Just as fast as a blind love falls,
So too it raises when, appalled,
The object of it flees for fear.
No longer can I call you Dear.
November 22
Lizzie 3d
There are stupid things I'd like to do
As if they'd fix me missing you
Or somehow bring you close again
Like stealing your sweater to smell it,
Taking back my gift to sell it,
Or buying you the longed-for pen.

I'm afraid we'll never hug goodbye,
Or if we do, that I will cry
Since I know I must do it briefly
While longing to bury my face
And regretting the empty space
That separates us now.

I wasn't happy then, so how
Am I still missing you now,
And always filled with sorrow?
Although I'm filled with contempt,
From pining I'm still not exempt,
And wish to be yours tomorrow.
Written November 22
Lizzie 3d
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead
Than stuck in these thoughts that fill up my head.
I miss him much, and I'm so f*cking stressed.
I want to forget him but I'm still so obsessed.
I'm still in denial, and sometimes still hope
That regret is enough to undo this **** rope.
But my fingers are shaking and my vision grows white,
And the harder I try, the more it grows tight.
         If the further he goes, the closer I feel,
Am I falling for him, or just an ideal?
And now he's but a stranger to me,
And I to him, and it’s so **** lonely.
Does he still care? And what might he say
If I asked him to gamble himself and stay?
Would he hate me? Pity me? Or somehow realize
I'm a fickle, selfish woman he ought to despise?
       I confess that I made mistake on mistake--
I hurt him so much and caused his heartbreak.
I took him for granted, and somehow still do,
As if after all the pain I put him through,
"You still love me enough to let me have you."
       I'm a sucker for pain, and much too weak-willed
To take up my cross for the Blood that was spilled.
I'd rather have him now, and be less fulfilled.
Oh God, what a sinner I am, who hardly even tries
To move on from him and give up my lies
That I might fix "Us" with these selfish cries.
I try to persuade myself two contrary things--
One, that I love him, and that's why it stings,
And two, that I don't, and my heart only clings
To my love for love, or for company.
Oh, God, do you think there's a possibility
That the friend that I killed might somehow love me?
Written November 22
Lizzie 3d
We were two pieces of sandalwood,
Two beams that would become
(With holes, and glue, and dowel rods)
Gently hammered into one.

We were two pieces rough for shape;
A square would make us wright,
And after we were sanded smooth,
We’d be oiled clear and bright.

We were two pieces meant to be
The blueprints of the heart:
A bed, a cradle, and a box,
Till death has done us part.

But when the clamps were wound in place,
And the boards did snuggly press,
We found the fatal flaw too late,
And broke beneath our stress.
3d · 2
Adulthood
Lizzie 3d
In a small, dark room built to collect
Dust, not a waft of fresh air
Could come through it to stir
All the dry decay. To be fair,
The drapes over the windows
So heavy and thick hung,
That the stillness forgot
They were there, and it sung
Of nothing but corners and walls
And a brown carpet beat flat
By two lonesome feet which found
Themselves lost at each step. That
Was all they'd known since they first
Left the child outside. She's dead now,
I suppose, unless her aged body
Might be changed back somehow.
Could it be that she might run
To the old, wide corners, that she might
Inspect those things that always shine
In her eager eyes? I recall with fright
That vice which killed her, that curiosity
Which first moved her hand toward the door
Of that hideous box. And so she was lost.
So I doubt that she'll laugh anymore.
These eyes, having seen all there seems to be,
Think they've found the meaning of life,
Yet they can't even find the meaning
Of the box. It's a double-edged knife
Which preaches a religion of certainty
While alientating itself from the light
That, lying outside, it can't immediately see.

Oh, that these drapes might collapse
And let the light come flooding in!
Oh, that these windows would fly off
Their hinges and so enter the wind!
Oh, that these feet would tread a new path,
Leaping in faith and recalling at last
The reason why this tired old sight
Never stopped looking for the light.
Oh, that such might happen, but I doubt
That it will... save for help without.
Lizzie 4d
When I hear your voice, so soft and slow,
I’m reminded of moments from long ago.
But I have no right to miss those days,
Nor should I dwell on you always.
Still, some sentiments remain
For memories untouched by pain,
And gentle habits that tinge my cheek
Or soften my heart, when I hear you speak.
Beyond my bitterness and sorrow
Is yesterday’s hope, and trust in tomorrow.
And so as we part, wordless and low,
Let us love for the sake of that love long ago.
Lizzie 4d
Your smile is a melody
Played out upon a handsome face,
But since our strings were rent in two,
It's more a wound than it's a grace.

Your laugh is like a warbling brook
That brings the lonely heart relief,
But since our evening's torrid rain,
The sound of you just brings me grief.

Your voice is like hot chocolate
That warms one to the very core,
But since you ceased to speak to me,
I cannot drink it anymore.

Your hands are anchors in the storm
That hold the ship safe in the port,
But since our tide has long gone out,
Your touch will only harm and hurt.

Your hair is like a cushioned cloud
Where severed lips may find their seat,
But since the sev'ring was in us,
My kisses fall down at my feet.

Your eyes are but two dancing stars
That welcome home the weary soul,
But since this fog has come between,
I stumble like some blinded fool.

Your tears are like the misting rain
Through which the sun shines bows above.
So lovely, soft, and sad they flow,
But never more are mine to love.
November 2022
Lizzie 4d
I can't wait to leave,
Yet I never want to go.
Open up the door,
But please keep it closed.

I need a break from you,
Yet breaking really hurts.  
I need some time alone,
But loneliness is worse.

You'll be my missing peice,
But you're not part of me.
I want to cry in secret,
Yet I want your company.

I can't decide how I feel,
Yet my emotions are clear:
Though I want you to leave,
I want you to stay here.
Written November 2021
Lizzie 4d
Today I love you more than I can say,
Quite like I loved you yesterday.
Who knows what feelings tomorrow might bring,
But today my thoughts center on one thing:
I think we're compatible (we're made in the same batch).
Sometimes it seems we're a heaven-made match.
But playing with matches never ends up well:
What starts with a spark turns into hell.

Today I love you, I love you so much,
And I can never love you enough.
Every trouble that we overcome
Brings us closer. But there's one
Problem. Yes, the word is out;
I must confess: I have a doubt.

Today I love you--I love you more each day.
Oh, how I wish it would always be this way.
But the fears that whisper to me sometimes
Refuse to give vent to better love rhymes.
And so, my dearest, if I see it clearly,
When I'm hurting, it hurts too dearly.

But at least for today,
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Written November 2021
4d · 29
Staying up Late
Lizzie 4d
I.
I'm struggling to stay awake
Even as I write this verse
For my body is drugged with food
And tired since I'm sleeping worse
Than I usually do. And so
Like iron gates, my weary eyes
Fall fast, thus locking in
My consciousness. No goodbyes
Were said--there was no time.
What, then, is the point of learning
If it never happens due to
How little sleep I've been earning?

II.
It's my own fault. Who is to blame
When I over indulge, with no sight
To how I'll feel the following day
After staying up so late at night?
Who is to blame when I watch
The time waste and still ignore
What is a constant reminder
Of our death? And so I'll ask no more.
Written September 2021
Lizzie 4d
Art.
I saw a statue's arm today
Whose elbow took my breath away,
But then I found upon compare
Your living elbow is more fair.

Humanities.
I heard of circles in the heavens,
When Dante spoke of mechanisms,
Still, their movements don't suffice;
YOUR bend is more like paradise.

Scripture.
I felt the warmth of Saint Paul's tongue,
Which in choleric phrases rung,
But if I chose to be immersed,
The L-of-your-bow would still come first.

Poetics.
And though I tasted Wilbur's line,
And found his wordplay mighty fine,
I think my lips are better "pears"
When met with soft, blond elbow hairs.

Latin
"I smelled the angels passing through"--
But that to say, would not be true.
They're bodiless! And to wit,
I'd rather not SMELL your elbow-pit!
4d · 18
Objectified?
Lizzie 4d
Though men may like b**bs and butts,
Often thinking with their nuts,
Women are no less obsessed
With cozy arms and chiseled chests.
Men may like to squeeze and hold,
But women like to flee the cold.

And the sexes both desire
For a love that doesn't tire.
Attraction may be first in mind,
But character comes close behind.
Oh, he yearns no less than she
For heart and brain in unity.

God Bless the men who overcome
The passion which so oft has won.
God Bless the man who perseveres
Despite the way his nature steers.
God Bless those whose hearts desire
Another's good more than their fire.

May He give us all clear sight
Until we find the love that's right.
Lizzie 4d
Like smoke and cinders fading away
As twilight births the morning dew,
So sweet sadness drifts my way
As I now reflect on you.

The homes all plundered, and sky-searing flames,
Are distant dreams in these cold remains.
And when the bright birdies' beaks break wide,
You're admidst the mist
Where my memories hide.

Oh, one can wish that peace pervaded,
But the gods of war will rage and slay
Till ev'ry heart has been invaded,
And ev'ry home is burnt and raided,
And smoke blots out the sun at day,
And deep and dark the dark at night,
And deep and dark the sky all night,
And deep and dark, no stars in sight;
But only the flames, roaring red.
Toil in my heart, turmoil in my head!

Then slowly, slowly,
Quiet.
The cinders lowly murmer and chill.
A light growing in the East:
His Will.
And west,
The wind blows away
The rest.
Lizzie 4d
You're so near to me, but I can't reach you;
So near to me, but I really need you;
So near to me, but I feel so lost;
Stretch out your hands, and help me God!

I'm drowning in sin, and it's all my fault.
I know that you're waiting with open arms,
But I stumble and fall (I'm blinded by pride);
Say the words, Lord, and open my eyes!

How many times will you bring me the day!
How many times will I turn you away!
How many times will I wish I had not!
Give me your grace, and help me God!

Temptation holds me - please set me free.
My heart is locked - you hold the key.
You ask me gently if you can come in,
But I deny you again and again.

These chains were made by my choice,
So God, don't listen to my voice!
Why do you ask? You know the truth.
I'm placing all my trust in you.

You're so close to me, but I can't reach you;
So close to me, but I really need you;
So close to me, but my spirit is poor;
Stretch out your hands, and be my savior!
Lizzie 4d
I'm feeling so bitter, so ugly.
These gross feelings that torment -
        Like an addict,  I welcome them,
But reluctant, and hating every second.
  I find I cannot let go
Of the passions that I grasp.
             I'm an evil soul, inside and out.
Oh help me, God, I am so lost!
Lost in the confusing swirl
Of right and wrong and grey.
The truth is found by reason,
               But the same can justify hate.
Oh, my God, oh, my God:
I beg for all the things to *
And out, out, to go and free -
Give me liberty from this plague
      Which is me.
Lizzie 4d
The virtue of the anchor depends on the strength of the rope.
        Many a ship is dashed ashore
        Whose metal smith has proudly swore
        No better weight was seen before.
        But alas! for the snapping rope.
Hope, like that two-hooked weight shall brave the darkest storms.
        But she is useless to the sailor
        Who, without faith, will quickly fail her
Whose shallow buckets won’t avail her.
Alas! For the weak-willed rope.
Lizzie 4d
When He enters,
When He descends,
Praise Him on earth, and in the heavens!
His love endures, His might and strength,
Through the depth,
and height,
and length!

His glory abounds,
His glory exceeds
(The battleground
Was Wood and Reeds),
For by God's Awesome, Fearsome deed
Death has come to Death's own creed.

Lucifer crowned His Sacred Head,
And thought he'd won
But instead,
He had proven with those thorns
What long ago he had foresworn--

For He betrayed with piercing sword,
The Godhead of
Our Mighty Lord.
Lizzie 4d
I realized today that we live in a house without hope.
I want to be there for my family, but I don't know how to cope.
There are so many flowers growing in our yard,
But there isn't any sunshine in the winters of our heart.
I want to fix it all, but I don't know where to start.

Yeah, we learned to live without a father,
But never knew the full extent:
That our mother's heart was long absent.
We're all so broken, and we're all so bent.
God, oh God, we'd make a change if we at least knew HOW.
I never knew how much we needed You until now.

I see so many smiling faces
In all so many shining places,
And none of them have any clue
How deep the darkness gets.
4d · 21
Breakdown Banana
Lizzie 4d
Hi Imma
Breakdown banana
                Banana—
                           banana—
Too sad
                     And tired
Tired—
              
That’s me.

Hi Imma
             breakdown—
                                
                                 Down—

                                                             down banana.

                                 Too sad
           And tired

Too tired to be.

Breakdown banana,
                                 Hello, I am here
Crazy about you
                                 And                        
                                                      Too tired to care.

Too tired, too tired
                                 Too tired to be free.

Oh I’mma
                   Down
                                 down banana
With no energy.

Banana…
                   banana…
                                                  Anxiety!
Nov 2021 · 208
Dichotomy
Lizzie Nov 2021
So much can be said of water and stone--
Both when they are together,
and when they are alone.

Flowing water seems to be so free
When going forth without a boundary.
When walled in too much, it grows
To be stagnant and green,
and very, very gross.
But if left to wander, it disperses everywhere,
Sinks into the ground, evaporates in air.
Without the stone to hold the water in,
It spreads out sadly...
and finally grows thin.

Water is better when it has a road,
Becomes a laughing brook or a river broad.
Only then can it hurl onward in majesty,
Pouring over cliffs, and sometimes sleepily
Like the Tiber, gracing the bridges of Rome,
Or carrying the ships
slowly toward their home.
Without the confinement
Of a fountain's spout,
The water could not fly upwards and out.
Without the aqueducts as the water's course,
Neither would the city have its life source.

A stone, furthermore,
is worn away with time
When beaten by the wind
and the salty brine.
And thus running water
grinds away the stone
Till we must conclude, it's better all alone.
The rock alone can breach
the reaches of the sky,
With soaring mountaintops
and steeples piercing high.
But without water,
what purpose would serve
From the daring leap of the bridge's curve?
What good would be gotten from a rock that's whole
When there is no water
to carve out natural bowls?

Stone is better when touched by the rain,
No longer dry and dusty but beautiful again,
For the colours of a rock are best seen
When it's underwater,
lightweight and clean.
Stones are sturdy,
but unwelcoming and rough.
They sooner become smooth
with water's gentle touch.

Maybe we are different, a dichotomy,
But without you, what then would I be?
Nov 2021 · 187
Dear Jon II
Lizzie Nov 2021
I miss you more and more with each passing day.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say.
That's the beauty of it. But beauty is pain,
And I wish for awhile that it would go away.
Thinking of you always, I'm drowning in my grief.
I cry myself to sleep, where the comfort is brief,
And when I wake again, I find there's no relief.

I miss coming out of class and looking down to see
You on that bench, been waiting there for me,
One hand in your hair and the other in a book.
Now the bench is empty, and it pains me to look.
I miss running down the stacks, greeted by your smile
And you leaning backwards. And once in a awhile,
I'd be there first, and you'd greet me from behind.
Try as I might, I can't get you off my mind.

I miss so much about you that I don't know where to start,
From your head down to your toes, from your brain into your heart.
I miss holding hands and I miss holding each other.
I miss your intellect and our dialogues of laughter.
I miss your bouncing walk and your iconic gesture.
I miss your furrowed brow of deeply thinking thought.
I miss your boyish grin, and your misty eyes which caught
Me off guard, and brought me to a dead halt.
Oh, I miss these all and more, almost to a fault!

Oh Jon, I love you so much, increasingly so.
Sometimes it hurts so much that I don't know
Whether we're right for each other. But then,
It only hurts this much because I love you. Again,
I love you more and more because of who
You are, and nothing more. If only you knew
How much you mean to me, you and only you!
And some days it seems we're on parallel tracks,
Going the same way, but our understanding lacks;
And so we cannot touch, no matter how we try.
But the thing is that we do, together, you and I.
And we'll never stop trying, forever, you and I.
Nov 2021 · 210
Grief #4 - Numb
Lizzie Nov 2021
Maybe there's nothing left in my eyes,
Maybe I'm finally too tired to cry;
Either way, my face is now dry
And the numbness is setting in.

Maybe I've been shivering too long,
Maybe the wind isn't that strong;
Either way, the cold is gone,
And the numbness is setting in.

Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow,
Maybe I'll get used to the sorrow;
Either way, the pain will all go,
With the numbness settled in.
Nov 2021 · 168
Grief #3 -- Steaming Tears
Lizzie Nov 2021
You never know what you have till it's gone,
But you've already left. It wasn't long
Till my heart began aching, and I'm so **** blue.
I can't remember how I would get through,
Or what things I used to do
All my life before I met you.
It must have been a solid hour
That I stood and cried in the steaming shower.
"It's not like he's dead," I had thought then
Before I realized, "Anything could happen."
Stupid tears, hateful thoughts, please go away.
I have no motivation. It's been only a day,
But it feels like it's been ever so long.
You don't know what you have till it's gone.
Lizzie Nov 2021
Sitting here on this cold, hard stone--
Once with you, but now all alone--
This cement block that's loved so dear,
Where many a laugh and many a tear
Have been shared and given here,
A place of the student and passerby,
But most of all, of you and I.
Sitting here, on this cold, hard stone,
My empty hands are missing home.
Lizzie Nov 2021
I wish I could believe
That somehow you were still here
But it's just too hard to stop the tears.
I cannot find a happy place,
'Cause everywhere there is a hole.
And everytime you are not there,
There's a falling in my soul.

I wish I could believe
That any moment now your feet
Would come crunching down this path.
I cannot stop the tears from falling
Like the cold, black waters of Merrimack,
And there is no comfort in this crying
When I keep wishing you were back.

I wish I could believe,
That you were sitting next to me.
I thought sitting by this stream
Would stop the streaming of my eyes,
But my sorrow cannot be sated,
When what was sweet, now is hated.
Nov 2021 · 177
I Love You Today
Lizzie Nov 2021
Today I love you more than I can say,
Quite like I loved you yesterday.
Who knows what feelings tomorrow might bring,
But today my thoughts center on one thing:
I think we're compatible (we're made in the same batch).
Sometimes it seems we're a heaven-made match.
But playing with matches never ends up well:
What starts with a spark turns into hell.

Today I love you, I love you so much,
And I can never love you enough.
Every trouble that we overcome
Brings us closer. But there's one
Problem. Yes, the word is out;
I must confess: I have a doubt.

Today I love you--I love you more each day.
Oh, how I wish it would always be this way.
But the fears that whisper to me sometimes
Refuse to give vent to better love rhymes.
And so, my dearest, if I see it clearly,
When I'm hurting, it hurts too dearly.

But at least for today,
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Sep 2021 · 258
Diddly Dum Di Di
Lizzie Sep 2021
Do diddly dum dee do
Diddly dum dee dee
Do diddly dum dee do
Diddly duddly dee

I saw a man
And he was handsome
Handsome as can be
And so I says to meself
I'd like that man for me
Diddly dum di di
I'll take that man for me.

But that man,
Alas, was taken
Taken as can be
And so I thinks to meself
If only he were free
Diddly dum di di
I'll make that man be free

Do diddly dum dee do
Diddly dum dee dee
Do diddly dum dee do
Diddly duddly dee

So I finds
His ain woman,
A lassie fair and sweet,
Grab her by her flaxen locks
And bind her pretty feet
Diddly dum di di
I bound her pretty feet.

But that lass
Alas, was young
A maid of just sixteen
She says, "I ne'er had no kiss
Won't ye have some mercy?"
Diddly dum di di
"Please have ye some mercy!"

Do diddly ... etc.

Me unloved heart
Was touched right then
And so I looked at she
Kissed her gently on th' cheek
And threw her in the sea
Diddly dum di di
I threw her in the sea.

The man I loved
When he heard
Of me awful deed
Swore to **** me the same way
Me death was his new creed.
Diddly dum di di
Me death was his sworn creed.

Do diddly... etc.

So when he seized
Me wild hair
And bound me to the knees
I said to him, "Do not forget
Tha kiss ye owe to me"
Diddly dum di di
"Tha kiss ye owe to me."

He leaned in close
His lips near main
And looked me in th' ee
He whispered then, "Ye go to hell"
And threw me in the sea
Diddly dum dee dee
He threw me in the sea.

Do diddly dum dee do
Diddly dum dee dee
Do diddly dum dee do
Diddly duddly dee.

A tousand years
I've burnt in hell
A tousand more I'll need
But with me love by me side
I won't regret me deed.
Do diddly dum dee dee
I won't regret me deed.
Sep 2021 · 121
My Confession
Lizzie Sep 2021
I.
I'm struggling to stay awake
Even as I write this verse
For my body is drugged with food
And tired since I'm sleeping worse
Than I usually do. And so
Like iron gates, my weary eyes
Fall fast, thus locking in
My consciousness. No goodbyes
Were said--there was no time.
What, then, is the point of learning
If it never happens due to
How little sleep I've been earning?

II.
It's my own fault. Who is to blame
When I over indulge, with no sight
To how I'll feel the following day
After staying up so late at night?
Who is to blame when I watch
The time waste and still ignore
What is a constant reminder
Of our death? And so I'll ask no more.
Lizzie Sep 2021
We stay awake, but for what?
It's easy to count loss of sleep
When it's time to wake, but
Before bed, we somehow keep
Forgetting the time. It it because
You hope for satisfaction--maybe
In the kisses we share? Or I
In hopes that you'll talk with me?
Either way, time is wasted
To our selfish love--or is it lust?
Like Augustine, we say yes to both.
Or maybe it's just me, who must
Think that "love" will justify
Anything, or at least pardon that
Which we should not do. But
Feeling good, regardless of what
Love may exist, is still wrong
When indulged too much. And so
"It was our bad habit to carry on
Our games till very late." We know
That "the caresses by which the
Lustful ****** are seeking for love;
But nothing is more caressing than
God's charity." Yet we still think of
Mortal caresses, which we can
Hardly go a night without. If I
Did not touch and kiss you today,
Would you be hurt, and if so, why?
"Why, really?"
Written awhile ago but lost among class notes.
Sep 2021 · 150
Praise of My Love #2
Lizzie Sep 2021
Here am I again at something
That can't be done. Ever we strive
For perfection, all in vain,
Failing again, yet again,
As long as we are alive.
What could I say, but say again,
As all that could be
Has been already?
How can I hope to seize
The turbulence inside of me,
And tame my wild sea?
Or should I say the sea is yours?
In those grey-blue eyes
A morning shore lies,
But unlike mine, it's calm.
Your touch is a breeze--a balm
To all my wearied faces
And my mind which ever braces
Against endless stress.
I'm a mess.
And you're so hot,
And now I find
I've got a mind
To hit you for cutting me.
You always look sharp, I mean.
And if you don't one day,
I'd hit on you anyway.

Where am I going with this?
I've given over to comedy
And lost my lyrical end.
Yes, something said truly
Is often hid in humor,
But I wouldn't want to send
Such a choppy peice as this.
Sep 2021 · 149
Praise of My Love #1
Lizzie Sep 2021
A morning shore, my lover's eyes
Drift into the morning skies,
And honey clouds above his face
Swirl ever round with wild grace.
A gentle touch upon his hand
Reveals the treasures in his sand.
Thus beaming with a wond'rous glow,
Is the gorgeous smile I know.

Lest his surf and sea and sky
Be lost in the ebbing tide,
He built a fortress strong as stone,
The outer walls of his bone.
(Unless there was some higher art
That formed his body and his heart--
God's handiwork at its best
For his gentle soul to rest).

Of handiwork, the best creation:
His hands at work! My adoration
Is great for those, which enduring
Winter snow and summer pouring,
Were weathered like white oakwood.
And while his handsome hands could
Wrestle (and so hard they toiled!),
Their touch never could be spoiled.

Their touch speaks of so much more
Than all the waves that hug the shore,
Than all the winding prints of feet,
Than all the gentle winds that greet
The sunshine caught among the boughs,
Than all the swirling sand in rows,
Than all the shells the bright beach wore--
Their touch speaks of so much more.

My lover's glance, and all his looks,
Are worthy of a hundred books,
Yet even such could not convey
How precious they are. Though I may
Illustrate something somewhat near,
A shadow is barely right or clear.
But one thing I see clearly:
We're "rab ne bana Di jodi."
Rab ne bana Di jodi: a match made in heaven.
Sep 2021 · 124
Post Lunch Class
Lizzie Sep 2021
Midday murmering, lulling long,
Makes me nod, nod, nod
I **** awake
When sleep o'ertakes.
Mumbling, mumbling--I'm gone.

This swaying ship, though I'm through
The shush of night-long sleep,
Rocks me so slow
With a voice monotone;
My consciousness can't keep!

As my desp'rate last,
I seize the mast,
Overcome with anxiety--
Lest I am thrown
And quickly drown,
In the sweet sleepy sea.

Midday murmering, and afternoon
Book shelves, balmy breeze.
With a quieted mind,
I slip slow behind.
God, keep me awake, please!

Nodding, nodding, nod--
Giving in--
Gone.
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