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Nov 2021 · 22
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 · 36
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 · 81
Grief #4
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 · 24
Grief #3
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.
Nov 2021 · 17
Grief #2
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.
Nov 2021 · 29
Grief #1
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 · 29
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 · 51
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 · 22
My Confession
Lizzie Sep 2021
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?

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 · 30
Love Poem Attempt #1
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 · 24
Love Poem Attempt #2
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 · 24
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--
Aug 2021 · 30
Window Sill
Lizzie Aug 2021
I look out the window: the sill is the brink
Of my depression, and I think
That maybe I have a chance to escape
If I jump out and run away.
But some things may never change--
I'm always failing and always the same.
Running away won't make me whole
'Cause my demons lie inside my soul.

Mama doesn't get me. She never will.
She's never had to stand on this window sill.
I tried to explain all my emptiness
But there's no rhyme or reason to any of this.
Mama doesn't get me. Neither do I.
We're two broken people and stuck inside--
She in her nightmare, and I in mine.
Despite what we're saying, nothing is fine.

This window that sounds like a mad man's dream
Is much more real than how happy I seem.
Sometimes I laugh till my sides ****** ache,
But in my empty heart, it all feels fake.
Sometimes I smile from ear to ear,
But nothing drowns out my sickening fear.
I'm always stuck standing, looking out that glass,
My life a sh-t movie, my acting first class.

As I look out the window, I often entertain
The idea of joining the fast falling rain.
I never will, but the thought lingers still,
As I bang my fists on my ****** window sill.
Jul 2021 · 106
Lizzie Jul 2021
Why do I feel inspired
When I'm left worn and tired?
Why does poetry fill my head
When I'm wishing I were dead?
Why does my writing only gain
When my life is filled with pain?
Jun 2021 · 31
To Jon
Lizzie Jun 2021
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Nah. My style's something less cliché.
Shall I compare thee to a gentle breeze?
No muse will catch me on my knees.
My man, I say, is superman, a gentleman--
Yes, I'm a fan.
Chivalry will yield her crown,
Strength will put her scepter down,
When my man comes around,
The sweetest guy of any town.
And what Christian girl wouldn't fall
For one who puts Love 'fore all?
He's smart, hardworking-- observant, too.
Dang, Jon, I think I must like you!
May 2021 · 33
Lizzie May 2021
Can we ever hope to find
These memories we leave behind?
And these ghosts of our past,
Can they ever hope to last?
Will anyone remember
Come the next September?
Lizzie May 2021
We scorned her tears, mocked her fear,
Left her alone to suffer here.
Then when she called for help at last,
We brought the trauma of her past.
When she sobbed out loud, we caused her pain.
When she cried in quiet, we sent her away.
Our help could have easily come,
But for compassion, we had none.
There was no kindness in our hands.
And now a broken girl she stands.
A poem for victims of abuse.
May 2021 · 585
Lizzie May 2021
People have eyes but do not see,
Ears but they do not hear,
Hearts but they do not comprehend,
And I'm just a voice in the wind.
And I'm just a noise to them.
Apr 2021 · 45
A Response to "YOLO"
Lizzie Apr 2021
You dont know the day or the hour.
No man's science has the power
To stop, or pause, or speed, or slow;
Every day must come,
Every day must go.
And every minute that passes by
Is closer to the day you die.

Our every thought is to survive;
We often forget that we're alive,
And there's nothing more that we dread
Than the day to come
When we'll be dead.
And every second that passes by
Is closer to eternal life.

You don't know the when or the how.
Prepare to light your latterns now,
For what you reap is what you sow.
Such a time will come,
When every man must go.
And every choice along the way
Reflects upon that Judgement Day.
Apr 2021 · 47
Lizzie Apr 2021
Hey, about that note--well, what can I say?
Thanks, I guess? You made my day.
Made it a little less great
Is what I meant.
So thank you for that spam you sent.
Sure, I'd "love" to see your free book,
Or XXGirls . com or--
Hey, look,
I've said my thanks, but apparently
You still have viruses for me.
Well, gee, I'm touched. How super nice.
Just f--- off. That's my advice.
Nice to get a note in my inbox today.
Apr 2021 · 828
So Lonely
Lizzie Apr 2021
The truth is that I wanna cry,
But instead I just shut my eyes, tight--
Pretend that everything is gonna be alright.

And people ask me if I'm okay,
But how can I answer anyway?
I'm scared of what they might say.

I lie and answer, "I dont really know--
It's just not my day and I'm feeling low.
It will be probably be fine tomorrow."

I'm tired of people but sick of me,
Wanting to be alone but so lonely,
Wanting to be alone but so lonely.
Apr 2021 · 40
Shut It Down
Lizzie Apr 2021
Girl, dont let yourself get excited.
It's certainly not what you think!
You're only a hopeless romantic;
Your face is always this pink.
Its only cause you're not used to it,
But don't you even think to admit
That it's love.... when it's only a crush!
It's time to get over it!

There's  nothing special about His treatment.
Yes, he treats everyone this nice.
So if you care a smidge 'bout your heart
Then girl, please take this advice...
And shut it down!

You'd still be falling like crazy,
If this happened with any other guy.
Girl, you should just leave it.
I'll give you a few reasons why:
1) You dont have the time!
2) You're an emotional mess!
3) He's too old for you!
Plus, he probably likes you less.

There's nothing special about His treatment.
Yes, he treats everyone this nice.
So if you care about your heart
Then girl, please take my advice...
And shut it down!
Apr 2021 · 48
Mary, Lead the Way
Lizzie Apr 2021
Mary, lead the way and I'll follow,
Carry the light and lift my sorrow.
For I know this wretch will never rest
Until I lie in your Son's loving chest.
Mary, mother most dear, most blessed!
Until I lie in your Son's loving chest.
Apr 2021 · 24
Dare to Rejoice
Lizzie Apr 2021
Dare to rejoice in a world full of sorrow,
Praising the Lord for the rain of tomorrow.
Bless Him on high Who spread out the sky.
Bless Him above Who invented the dove.
Bless Him below Who sprinkles the snow.
Bless the All Knowing for all the earth sowing.
Bless the Life Giver for every blue river.
Bless the All Might for sparking each light.
Dare to love in a world full of wrong.
Dare to break free and sing such a song.
Mar 2021 · 28
"Fitting In"
Lizzie Mar 2021
If I'm happy with where I be
Then that's fitting in enough for me.
I win.
Mar 2021 · 54
Fickle Weather
Lizzie Mar 2021
What happened to the snow?
It was freezing here
Just a sec ago!

Where did winter go?
The wind which froze my nose
Has ceased to blow
And I suppose
Has gone where nobody knows.

Whence did spring spring?

I was a fool to believe
Winter would leave
That easily
In a place like New England.
New England doesn't do seasons.
Mar 2021 · 33
Let me cry again
Lizzie Mar 2021
I want to smile through the tears,
But I haven't cried for many years.
I don't want this numbness anymore;
Is that too much for me to ask for?

Thinking I was gaining control,
I locked away my precious soul.
You don't realize what you're choosing.
When you numb the pain, you're truly losing.

If you shut your eyes against the darkness,
You also shut out any brightness.
If you smother your feelings and **** the pain,
You'll never feel real joy again.
Numbing the pain it's not worth losing yourself.
Recently coming out of a depression of several years, I discovered a side of myself that I forgot existed. While I sometimes cry till my head hurts, I also find myself laughing to tears. And whenever life gets hard, I remind myself that it's worth those small moments of wonder, joy, and inspiration. I don't want to ever lose myself again.
Lizzie Feb 2021
It hurts to see you like this.
I love you, so I want to fix
All your problems immediately.
I'll care for you...
But who will care for me?

I'll be strong and face my fears
So that you'll have no need for tears.
I'll do anything to make you happy.
I'll care for you...
But who will care for me?
When you love someone, you'll do anything for them. But when do you care for yourself? Where do you draw the line between selfless and selfish?
Feb 2021 · 32
Lizzie Feb 2021
Even though I know
Everything must be like so
How can I let go?
I keep hoping that somehow good things don't have to change, or that when they do it's all a bad dream.
Feb 2021 · 27
Run Away
Lizzie Feb 2021
Every day that passes is one day less.
All your suffocating mind knows
Is its desire to breath again.
You're in love with the man who runs.
All you wait for is to run hand in hand.
Yet when dashing Escape finally shows,
You suddenly remember all that you'd lose.
It's a leap of faith, I guess.
Sometimes there's nothing you long for more than escape from the life you have. But when there's an opportunity for it, you dont know what the future would being. And so you wonder if that leap of faith if worth losing what you do have.
Feb 2021 · 50
Lizzie Feb 2021
Jealous love is not love at all,
But I can't deny his good taste,
And that makes him attractive.
My crush liked someone else.
Feb 2021 · 30
Can't Help But Love
Lizzie Feb 2021
Why do I do the things that I do?
I have so many reasons, which is true?
Am I jealous, or am I just blue?
Whatever the case, I can't help but love you.

I feel blind even though I can see.
I don't look trapped, but I'm still not free.
I hope that some day there will be
A person who can't help but love me.
Jan 2021 · 33
Love is Luck
Lizzie Jan 2021
Whisper away the waves,
Sing slowly to the sea.
Put love in a glass bottle,
And send it here to me.

If other shores should find it,
If it's cushioned in their sands,
I hope the chorals crush it,
Unless it reach these hands.

But what I wish and what will be....
Is chosen by the changing sea.
Jan 2021 · 442
. . .✍
Lizzie Jan 2021
I haven't written in awhile.
Didn't realize that till today.
I think when I numbed the pain,
I must have numbed myself away.
Is losing your pain worth losing your self?
Dec 2020 · 923
Reply to a Poet
Lizzie Dec 2020
𝔾𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕
𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖
𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕥.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕.
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕠𝕩𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕟,
𝔸𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕚𝕤
𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕
Dᵤng, ᵢt
Wᵢll nₒt
Lₐst lₒng
Cᵤt dₒwn.
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Lizzie Dec 2020
I'd heard there was a secret food
That someone made to increase their mood
But you don't really care for taters, do you?
Well, it goes like this:
First salt and shake, then garlic cloves and parsley flakes,
Then add some milk to those mashed potatoes.
Mashed potatoes, mashed potatoes...
Happy Thanksgiving
Nov 2020 · 62
Certain Confliction
Lizzie Nov 2020
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.
Oct 2020 · 44
Dewy Leaf in a Foodcourt
Lizzie Oct 2020
I found a leaf of great decorum
Sitting midst the mealtime forum
Where crushing feet trod all day.

She was a fire of pastel wear,
White pento beads pinned here and there,
Or maybe liquid diamond dew.

A miracle must have been the cause
Or beauty-loving student pause
For her untouched presence there.

I saved her from untimely death,
Putting the lady safe to rest
Where only fairy feet will find her.
Lizzie Sep 2020
There stood a tree, stiff and brown.
Its leaves were gone, its branches down,
And where the top of it did bend,
There sat a mossy, knobby end.

And yet, for what the tree had not,
"A handsome one," is what I thought.
Although I couldn't reason why,
"A handsome tree," is what thought I.

But then to much surprise it seemed
That against the wind it leaned,
And when the wind ceased to blow,
The tree went moving on like so:

Not waving, nor falling, nor staying put,
Uprooting and planting its own foot!
But glasses quickly showed to me,
A man where there'd been a tree.
Sep 2020 · 71
Lizzie Sep 2020
In peaceful stillness, here I lie
And gaze upon the starlit sky.
But pretty views are hard to carry
When man enjoys them solitiary.
Sep 2020 · 355
Our Song
Lizzie Sep 2020
Death has driven us far apart,
Music brings us back together.
I'll always love you in my heart
And sing our song forever.

Memory is both a pain and balm.
It drowns me in a sea of grief.
Then I find amidst the calm,
Music brings tears of relief.
I miss you, Dad
Lizzie Aug 2020
I sat by a road one day.
The traffic came and went.
And noise, noise was all I heard.
But then for a moment,
I was all alone.
And briefly there was music.
Lizzie Aug 2020
If only the world would pause for a moment--
Then how quiet it would be!
Only the birds and the wind and the sky,
And also there'd be you and I.
Once the world moved slowly,
But now were going faster than even the wind can fly.
Aug 2020 · 440
Running Away
Lizzie Aug 2020
If I just drive far enough,
I'll leave my worries far away.
If I just drive fast enough,
They'll eat the dust of yesterday.

But there's only one world to go around,
Only so far before you're found.
And once you've hit the end of the road,
Suddenly there's no other way to go
But back.
Apr 2020 · 62
Your Answer
Lizzie Apr 2020
You ask me too often not to care,
"Why do you sit all day and stare
At the shining sea and ships out there?"
But I respond: "No reason."

You ponder again without ado,
"Surely there is something true
Which you find in the water blue?"
But I reply again, "Not so."

Yet each day you do persist:
"Some beauty must have softly kissed
To make you look so long at this!"
But I return, "Not so."

But you won't give up your quest.
"What mystery comes at your behest
To wake your quiet soul from rest?"
But I answer, "Nothing--

"--And before you can ask more of me:
Nothing! And Nothing will there be!
Shouldn't I be asking things of thee?"
And you say nothing.
Inspired by a class discussion on Robert Frost's poem "Neither Out Far Nor in Deep"
Lizzie Mar 2020
Each night before I go to Sleep,
A decision has to be made in favor
Of one method or another
To help make that precious name a reality.
Some nights I try the one hand.
At least then my tossing and turning is natural,
And if at last I decide to embrace the Open-Eyed World,
I can.
Other nights I try the other.
The drugs paralyze me for endless hours,
But at least amid my nightmares I'm not conscious
And the next day I can think that I've tasted Sleep.
Every night the decision must be made, but I've come to realize,
Equal mass of skin and bones, neither hand weighs better.
Mar 2020 · 18
something depressing
Lizzie Mar 2020
I'm just a nobody
in this world where I had friends.
I was loved by somebody,
but it was all inside my head.
  What is real,
and what's inside my brain?
  Doesn't matter
- it comes to all the same.
So I look out the window,
Searching the dark skies.    
  I see so many faces
that smile with blank eyes.
  Is it all inside my head?
Is it all inside my head?
  Why do they say I'm alive
when I know I'm dead?
Feb 2020 · 34
Lizzie Feb 2020
Life is catching up too fast.
I wanna hold, but it wont last.
I find myself choking on its dust,
Falling behind, turning to rust.

Today the tension built then broke.
While I was drinking, I laughed and choked.
My drink comes spurting out my nose,
Snot and tears and juice it flows;

Snot for the sake of humiliation,
Tears squeezed from my pure elation,
And apple juice because the fruit
Once was nice... until the boot.
Things are funniest when you're sleep-deprived.
Feb 2020 · 19
The Stranger
Lizzie Feb 2020
Another day has begun,
Another day, no special day,
A day among months and years and millenia.
We wake, we eat,
And laughter echoes from hollow souls.
And so Man's nature:
That's the question we never quite answer.
Back and forth, him and her and them,
Rarely I.
We move slowly, but not forward.
Or maybe everyone moves forward but me.
It could be yesterday, but I wouldn't know.
I'm stuck with the problem from long ago.
When I question it, they throw words.
Maybe they answered already,
But I didn't make the connection.

"You need fulfilment-
To be man, you must be man to the fullest.
Work with responsibility.
Motion with pride.
But how can a slave be free?
I think they said this about me,
That I'm a bureaucrat.
They say it negatively.
But how can I find Who I am
If no one tells me what Who looks like
Or how to find it, since
I'm too stupid to know myself?
Maybe they answered already,
And the disconnect lies in me.

Or maybe they don't know,
And I'm surrounded by astronomers,
Which is why in the grand scheme
I'm invisible to them,
And my thoughts never sound their ears.
Yet with all that's stuck inside,
I feel so empty.
Maybe I have nothing good to say.
The astronomers-
They know how to find the heart,
But since they don't know what it means,
They throw stones at it
And wonder why it dies.
The content from this is inspired by "The Stranger" by Albert Camus, "Wind, Sand, and Stars" by Sainte-Exupery, and a class on the nature of man. The style is inspired by Robert Frost.
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