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3.4k · Jun 2015
Trauma
Lizzie Jun 2015
My wings once were clipped
My skin once was ripped
Presently on my chest
Only the scars are left.

The lock has been broken
The door has been opened
The chains have decayed
The rope has been frayed.

You’d think I’d fly free
But I can't - you see,
My heart is long aged
So instead I stay caged.
2.1k · Feb 2015
Remorse
Lizzie Feb 2015
I've done some stupid things
I'll probably never forget
I've told away some secrets
I probably should have kept
I've heard some things I shouldn't
And been filled with regret.

There's no going back
I can't change the past.
1.5k · May 2015
I Danced in the Rain Today
Lizzie May 2015
I danced in the rain today
It washed all my cares away
But I soon realized
When I went inside
That the feeling wasn't permanent.
;-;
1.5k · Jul 2018
Perverted World
Lizzie Jul 2018
I'm weary of this twisted world
Lacking virtue and moral
No one's perfect but this extreme
Is a nightmare, not a dream

Despair is closing in around
Not a person have I found
Who wants person over flesh
Everyone's demanding ***

Many years have I spent
Watching for someone unbent
But such a soul I cannot see
In such a world we are not free.
1.3k · Aug 2018
For Dappled Shadows
Lizzie Aug 2018
For all the sadness in the world,
For all the suffering we behold,
For all the pride and hate and more,
Our lives are still worth fighting for.

For dappled shadows from the trees,
For lovely pastel autumn leaves,
For summertime humming bees,
We can live for things like these.

For stars in clear winter sky,
For snowflakes which softly fly,
For all the things that live and die,
These can be our reasons why.

For wishing that someone will care,
For love to have and love to share,
For spreading kindness everywhere,
Where there's life, hope is there.
1.1k · May 2017
What's Love?
Lizzie May 2017
This world is so centered on take
Love and romance:
It's never give or create

Love is seen as property
This broken world
Demands intimacy

Extracting from every being
Now love is nothing
When it used to be everything
Lizzie Aug 2018
When I was a younger kid
People were nice in all they did
They'd wave and smile on the street
To people who they'd never meet

And when we went to the store
Old friends would smile once more
Visits were commonly made
While outside the children played.

But nowadays people will stare
When you smile, they will glare
Where did old fashioned manners go
And all the people we did know?
1.1k · Jun 2015
In an Illusion
Lizzie Jun 2015
This is my conclusion
We’re all in an illusion
Our minds go blank
Our thinking tanks
Have just refreshed forgotten.

By some imagination
All our thoughts are rationed
I believe
We’re deceived
A separate dimension.

What I’m saying has been said
What you’re reading has been read
There is no original
All we do is fictional
Our existence is a fantasy.

‘Uh-huh, sure, totally’
You think this is just poetry
I hope you realize
It’s your own demise
But you never will believe me.
923 · Dec 2020
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
Tₑᵣmᵢtₑ
Dᵤng, ᵢt
Wᵢll nₒt
Lₐst lₒng
Bₑfₒᵣₑ
Cᵤt dₒwn.
A̸͇̋̓̔n̸̤͔̞̜͓͊̿͑̾̇̅͗d̵͙̥̻̓̒͌̅͊ ̴̡̟̝͎̞̺͔̟̂̈́͊̒̄s̴̢̳̗͇͓̰̰͕̣͘o̷̢͈̞̭̽̂́͂ͅ ̵̨̧̨̦̼̫͎̉̇̀̂͒̉͒̒̀͠I̴̩̘̭͚̖̊̆̎̋̄̈́͆͛͒ ̴̧̼̮̰̏̾̒͌̆̈̀͋̚̚t̵̡̼̲͈̗̩̭̪̰̮̀͊̓͝h̵̪͙́̑́͗̽̐͛̚͝i̵̹̲̥̪̻̥̗͋̑̌̀̽̽̄͝ń̷̾­͙̩͐̎͊̚k̶̻͋̒̀͊̈́͊̕ ̵̧̛̙̦͙̜͚̖̖̲̗y̷̲͕̝̺̾̅́̀͗͆̈́͋͝o̸̢̥̹̺̎ư̵͓̱͙̗͙̫͓͎̓̇̈́̀̆̃̃̋ ̸̡̦̘̱͙̱͕̤̞̅̈́a̴̘̲̅r̷͍̯̽̏̈́͝e̴̛̞̙̚ ̵̡͈̖͙̹̺͑͌̑̃͋̄͗͝b̶̧̩̞̘͈̀͆̇͘e̶͓̬͐͛́a̸̤̩̻͈̟͕̩̅̈́̿̍ų̸̹̩͈̖̠̯̦͒̄̄t̸̛̎̓̕­̠͎̓͒̍̚͜ȋ̷̠̱̩̤͔̰̔͘f̶͈̜̖͑̈́̎͘ù̶̧̨̬̩̪̞̐̿͛̇̎͜͝ḷ̴̡̻̠̜̻̉͐̔͂͠ͅ.̵̽͛̈́̌͝͝­͈̗̳̖
828 · Apr 2021
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.
626 · Aug 2018
Sea of People
Lizzie Aug 2018
I hate myself so much for this

I'm in this vicious cycle, see
The current pulling under me
I feel so numb and lost at sea

Sometimes in the ebbing tide
You can hear my lonely cry
Yet all the boats that come by
Leave me there alone to die

I hate myself so much for this

Some ships seem to understand
And come close with outstretched hand
But just to feel the wind and sand

The truth is, the fault is mine
I knew the dangers of the brine
But ships beyond the shoreline
Drew me in like fishing line
Analogy for desperation on the internet and the vicious cycle of depression and loneliness that pulls people in. It's 2am but I haven't gone to bed because I feel so lonely all the time. Pretty stupid, huh?
585 · May 2021
Invisible
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.
500 · Nov 2017
Soul Mates
Lizzie Nov 2017
I wrote a song for you
But I forgot the tune
When I looked into your eyes
Ev'ry thought fleeted my mind

I never did believe
In something like you and me
Such a love seemed
Like something from a dream

But now here is proof
I was wrong in all I knew
Because our love is true
In everything we do

When we're sitting here together
Me and you forever
Our hearts in harmony sing
Yet no one says a thing

You know my heart was broken
When "be mine" was spoken
Because it beat so hard
That it fell right apart

No chains could contain
No person put to shame
Our thumping hearts in sync
Love flowing o'er the brink

Now this song is done
But there is another one
Always in the air
Around the one I care
490 · Jun 2018
Another Seuss
Lizzie Jun 2018
I've never been great at poetry;
The process always fails for me.
While mister Poe and Shakespeare last,
My writing ends up in the trash.

Their writing style, lost with age,
Their wisdom hid in ev'ry page,
The glory given where it's due -
These are things I cannot do.

My writing's forced; theirs doth flow.
I say it blunt; they say it slow.
Those areas that bless and move
Are places where I can't improve.

So why, with my lack of skill,
Do I keep on writing still?
With such a hopeless case as this,
You'd think I would already quit!

There was a time when I did -
My desk was shut; my pen was hid.
Then something occurred to me
Which changed it all instantly.

If Dr. Seuss had Shakespeare tried,
And Mr. Poe glorified,
And given up in dismay,
We wouldn't have his books today.

So keep on writing how you do
With that style unique to you.
Put your mind into use
(You just might be another Seuss)!
490 · May 2017
It's a Lovely Morning
Lizzie May 2017
It’s a lovely morning
Though the clouds hang low
The world a grey canvas
And sprinkled with snow

It’s a lovely midnoon
Though the plants are gone
And the birds flown south
Along with their song

It’s a lovely evening
Though the air is cold
Darkness taking over
The setting sun grown old

It’s a lovely nighttime
Though the stars do sleep
And the howling wind
In every crack it creeps

It’s a lovely fam’ly
In this cozy home
Laughing by the fire
Where seeds of love are sown
Wrote this is geometry class awhile back on a rainy, dreary day. It's not my favorite, but I like the pictures.
477 · Apr 2018
Breakup
Lizzie Apr 2018
Things are getting complicated
Ev'ry day I'm frust-erated
My hearts not in it, just my mind
Doubts are growing with the time

My mind is clearing, fog is gone
Every step I've made was wrong
By following the path to you
I'm binding my heart untrue.

You're a dream, you always were
But neither of our dreams concur
The galaxy you once called ours
Wasn't meant to hold my stars

I'm so sorry for the hurt I've brought
For keeping secret all these thoughts
I promise you have ev'ry right
To be upset at what I write

Though it wasn't meant to last forever
I'm thankful for our time together
And sincerely in these parting times
I wish for you the best of lives
Idk what to do... I don't want to be in this relationship anymore
477 · May 2018
A Love Song ?
Lizzie May 2018
I get this feeling
This feeling inside
Whenever I see you
I want you to die

I want to break you
Into so many pieces
Just like my heart
When you ate my Reese's

You knew it was mine
I saved it many days
But you just took it
And ate it anyways

I'll hate you forever
To your final breath
I hope you suffer
A terrible death

RIP Reese's PB Cup 2018
A comedic love song with a twist.
All in good humour :)
462 · Aug 2018
What is it like to love?
Lizzie Aug 2018
Sometimes I wonder what it's like
To love someone with all your heart
To stare deep into their eyes
And never want to be apart

They say loved lost is better
Than never loving ever
So I guess I've got the short stick
Am I stuck this way forever?

Some people say I am too picky
And many asked me out
But I'm still waiting for someone
Who I can love without a doubt.

(But again I ask myself
Is that feeling of elation
Really a love so true
Or just infatuation?)
456 · Feb 2015
Little Moments
Lizzie Feb 2015
The trees sway gently in the wind
A soft breeze blows through my hair
The sun is warm upon my back
In the lush grass, my feet are bare.

The river moves quite lazily
I dangle my legs o'er the side
The birds whistle various songs
It's here that I'm most satisfied.

With a sigh, I slowly get up
I wish this day would never cease
But now it's time I headed home
With on last look, I turn and leave.
I'm always writing sad poems, but I decided to attempt a nicer one for once.
445 · May 2017
When You Realize
Lizzie May 2017
When you start something
And you never quit
When you set a goal
And you work towards it
When you have a dream
But it’s counterfeit

When you try so hard
And you still fall down
When you get back up
And you look around
So you then realize
You’re in the background

When your eyes open
And you see the lie
When you feel so hurt
And you want to cry
When you be yourself
You suddenly fly!

Who cares if they hate
So filled with critique
You make no mistakes
Because you’re unique
I wrote this about a year ago. Originally it was supposed to be a song. Probably one of my best poems so far, though my english teacher had /nothing/ good to say about it.
442 · Jan 2021
. . .✍
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?
441 · Aug 2020
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.
394 · Feb 2018
Afterwards
Lizzie Feb 2018
Screaming silence, deadly calm
Laying here with head on arm
Wishing that it wasn't mine
Hating distance, dreading time.

Crowded out, but so alone
Wanting him to come home
Missing touch, sound, and sight
Waking lonesome ev'ry night.

Painful as the lovers suffer
Would not leave for any other
Hoping, hurting, dreaming, crying
And with happy answers, lying.
I think the hardest part of an LDR is when, after those happy moments together, you have to say goodbye knowing it will be a long time before you can be together again.
355 · Sep 2020
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
336 · Feb 2020
The Student
Lizzie Feb 2020
A man reclining in a chair -
His legs straight out, his hands in hair.
What toppled this tree such that
He landed in a way like that?

Up and down, his head it goes,
And now I see his eyelids close.
What droning tune did he hear
That sent him to someplace not here?

But at last his chin finds rest
On his slowly heaving chest.
What luck the teacher did not see
A slacking student such as he!
When one of my peers fell asleep in class the other day, I couldn't help but write this poem.
331 · Nov 2017
Precision of Indecision
Lizzie Nov 2017
Did you know I want to be
The girl of your dreams
I know that you love me
So much, specially

Knowing you will never harm
I feel so safe in your arms
Boundaries, you respect
You are almost perfect

But something isn’t right
I cry every night
It’s so weird cause I
Wanna be in your life

When I searched and sought
It was you I fin’ly caught
But what I do or what I ought?
I don’t know my own thoughts

Running without my soul,
My emotions have no control
I never know what I need
What is good or what is free

Seeing love has been risen
Feeding sins of indecision
Striking heart without precision
I’m living life in a prison

I keep up a face so kind
But if you look, you’ll find
I can’t make up my mind
To stay or leave you behind

So I stay and hide this crutch
Which I wanna tell so much
But can’t test my **** luck
Cause this **** is so ****** up

Maybe I need to persevere
And wait till we’ve met for real
Perhaps my heart, you’ll steal
And I’ll know just how to feel.
302 · Nov 2017
Regretting Yes
Lizzie Nov 2017
Thoughts to words as God to book
Meanings fiercely ripped and took
No way to know 'complete and real'
Unless you’ve felt what I feel

All for love, come what may
Defeating ev’ry disarray,
Fortitude in prime display
That is love, as people say

Yet bearing no such passion
I pretend in awful fashion
All the words I speak as true
Are to convince myself, not you

In endless fraud I try to show it
Behind the act I do not know it
If love is fuel for hearts aflame
Where is my burning pain?

As reason to science flows
So logic from emotion goes
Philosophers at their best
Could not define this human mess

I did not want to believe
That this play was writ by me
Manipulation by mistake
I’m a fool, your heart might break

These subtle regrets slip by
Reminding me of my lie
How I want to run from this
Reverse it all is my wish

Just two weeks had we spoken
When the ice was barely broken
If we’d not made that mistake
Maybe we could be soul mates

But ask too soon and move to fast
And lose it all, regret the past
There’s this feeling in my chest
I never should have answered “yes"
290 · May 2017
Why I Beleive
Lizzie May 2017
You say the world is led by fate
For you it's either give or take
You live once and that's the end

There's no proof my God is real
You believe I live on "feel"
Facts and science are your proof

So let me try and play your game
My evidence is just the same
Except I include reason

Something always had to be
To create it all, you see
And set things in motion

It's true that I cannot say
That MY god made things this way
But I'm not a fool to do so

Self-interest helps us survive
But God gives us better lives
And a reason to hope

So even if it's all in vain
At least it eases the pain
And "better safe than sorry!"
Please do not be offended. "You" is a generic term that doesn't apply to all. This is a shortened version of the reason why I believe in God.
290 · Feb 2015
Heartbroken
Lizzie Feb 2015
You can't see it
But my face is washed with tears
You can't hear it
But my heart is breaking in two
You can't feel it
But I'm loosing all my strength
You don't know it
But I'm not as strong and happy as I pretend to be.

Those stains on the pillow
Are made by tears
Those drawings in that book
Are inspired by sadness
Those messes on the floor
Are made by stress
And the hate in my heart
Is made by loneliness.

They say when you're down, they only way is up
But what if this pit is bottomless?
This is the first free-verse poem I ever made. Please tell me what you think! Should I continue making free-verse, or should I stick with good old fashioned rhyme?
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.
198 · Aug 2018
When We Part
Lizzie Aug 2018
Sometimes in life we must go our sep'rate ways,
And I hope you understand that that's ok.
I wanna thank you for all you've done for me,
And dont you ever say that you're sorry
'Cause there's only one thing I want to be:
A smile-worthy person in your memory.

"Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened." - Dr. Seuss
196 · Mar 2018
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Lizzie Mar 2018
_
Missing ego
Burned esteem
Lacking confidence
Insecure extreme
Living lies
Blinded minds
Hearts vandalized
-
If only we could see through our lover's eyes.
191 · Aug 2018
The Line
Lizzie Aug 2018
I don't know how to deal with life;
It seems I cant do anything right.
While one moment is full of bliss,
The next is tinged by bitter kiss.

When things are going beautiful,
I find wrong and ruin it all.
Where should I draw the line?
I thought my standards were just fine.

It's hard to be morally strong
When people say I'm doing wrong
By expecting them to be good,
While deep down I know I should.
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.
168 · Apr 2018
A Sigh for Summer
Lizzie Apr 2018
I can't remember when I last heard the wind whisper through the leaves of the trees, when I last saw the dappled, dancing shadows on the turf, when I last breathed in the smell of summer rain.

It feels like years since last summer,  years since I was happy, years of unending winter, years of struggling to get through.

And just when spring peaks o'er the earth and hope starts anew, everything is dashed by the return of the cruel snow, like a man being thrown back into prison after his first glimpse of light in years.

Just as summer seems so unattainable, so too does the happiness which has long been lost to me. Summer will come eventually, but sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be happy again.
What's with this snow we're suddenly getting?
158 · Feb 2020
Envy
Lizzie Feb 2020
It's not Your fault; You're just the epitome,
The manifestation of this society,
Or maybe the race as a whole -
From start to end, You played this role.

After all, was not Noah the sole fool
Who loved the Lord and became His tool?
And the sinful world around him jeered -
Lonesome Noah was thought quite weird.

You represent all my social trauma,
My insecurities and highschool drama.
You have everything I want to be.
I lie in chains but you are free.

Socrates, too, was condemned by You,
Killed with poison for the truth he knew.
You said it was for the good, but no,
It was Your pride that acted so.

You're popular, sporty, pretty, small.
I'm lonely, artsy, ugly, tall.
You do bad things and the teachers love you.
I do my best and... nothing.

Jesus was rejected by his own kind,
The Jews who had once been blind.
They mocked Him who deserved their praise,
Thanked His mercy with a wooden raise.

You're showy, bratty, loud, and cruel.
I'm nervous, friendly, quiet, a fool.
Wherever you go, you find friends.
I act like you and my hole deepens.

No, I'm not Noah nor Socrates,
Not Jesus or who else you please,
But I'm in a similar boat as they.
Tears and pain wash me today.

All the pain I feel inside my heart
Is worsened when You play Your part.
You're like all the others, but I chose
The model as the cause of my woe.
A jealous person tries to justify their hatred of someone with more popularity than them.
151 · Feb 2020
Self Disgust
Lizzie Feb 2020
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.
147 · Aug 2018
Silence
Lizzie Aug 2018
Silence has many voices
It can be beautiful
Calming
Thoughtful
Or it can be angry
Awkward
Suffocating
And yet it has no sound
143 · Mar 2018
B r o k e n
Lizzie Mar 2018
My boyfriend asked me one day
"Are you sure that you wanna date?
I'm broken."

I looked him in the eye
And laughed; when he asked why--
"I'm shattered."
Lizzie Aug 2018
There's this voice inside my head
Spilling thoughts of hate and dread
For all the loving people dead
I do not follow but I am lead

Curling up into a ball
Wishing I could stop it all
Others erected this wall
And I can't seem to make it fall

Unhappy with my curse
I reach and cry and make it worse
Silence gets me nowhere of course
Yet neither does my desp'rate verse

I don't believe in despair
But life just seems so **** unfair
With such my luck, I swear
I can't just say "laissez faire"

But **** this all, I won't lie
All I touch goes awry
So ev'ry day I end by
Hanging my head with a sigh
Lizzie Apr 2018
I think my heart is breaking
I feel so dumb, so dead inside
And when I think of you
I cant stop the tears (I've tried)

It's not because we broke up
Its not the romantic pain
But because we're best friends
And suffer from this change

Last night when I was alone
I cried behind closed door
Used up all the toilet paper
And soaked the bathroom floor

It hurts not talking anymore
You meant so much, still do
But it also hurts to talk at all
Knowing what I've done to you

I feel like there's a wall between
Which I erected by mistake
We're still friends as you said
But now everything feels fake

Both of us, we're awkward passive
Like we're avoiding truths inside
We both want to tell each other
What we feel required to hide

They say heartbreak will come
From any love that's lost
And so I've found it to be true
As that's what leaving cost
I wouldnt change breaking up, it had to be done. I just wish there was a way I could change the outcome.
138 · May 2018
My Problem
Lizzie May 2018
What am I doing with my life
Going nowhere with my lies
Hiding envy behind the door
Holding anger and even more

I want my friends just for me
That's no place that love could be
I count others' gifts instead
And think too much inside my head

I can't remember when I last
Had a true and honest laugh
Could be their fault, could be mine
I'm a misfit - and that's fine

I just wish I had the smarts
Or lack thereof, a social heart
To be myself without the fault
But make friends as sweet to salt
122 · Feb 2020
The Poem Nearly Memorized
Lizzie Feb 2020
Poor Ben could not last a verse;
The more he went, the worse and worse.
The Lad came in the door each night,
But never lingered in his sight.

When Ben found one, he'd lose two,
And so the Mondays quickly blew.
A line was had, but not before
Poor Ben had scrambled all the more.

Two months went by with fruitless din.
The Lad went out when Ben came in.
When at last Ben held him tight,
He vanished straight from our sight.

Then Ben stood still (we held our breath).
A verse! Then two! Now three! -- A rest.
All eyes on him with hopeful gasp,
And Ben said all… except the last.
Back in highschool we had to memorize and recite a poem each monday. If we did badly enough, the teacher would reassign it for the next week. One of my classmates was meant to recite "The Lad came in the Door at Night," but he was quite the slacker!
117 · Apr 2018
im sh*t and heres proof
Lizzie Apr 2018
I wanted to write something for you
For when you're off late at night
But I don't have the inspiration
That's needed for me to write

It seems the only thing that works
To leak what's in my heart
Is to write in verse and rhyme
Though my poems aren't that smart

And honestly I kinda doubt
Whether you like or tolerate
The kind of things I send to you
Which I never do quite right

I wanna tell you everything
That's inside of me contained
But I somehow I must do it right
I don't want to give you pain

But I also fear if I'm too quiet
I'll hate myself some day
And the path I'm taking right now
Seems to go that way

I honestly hope you're right
That I'm walled in what I do
I hope you find some love in me
If/when you break through

But the truth I must confess
Is that I'm full of fear
What if there's nothing inside
And my doubts are real?

Should I break up with you
To save us later pain?
Or should we continue on
And see if I change?

You deserve a better girl
Its who I wanna be
But I can't force my heart
And love you honestly

Everything I've said is sincere
You're wonderful, I swear
From your love to your patience
You're amazing beyond compare

I don't know where I'm going with this
I hate myself for doing this
I'm no better than a peice of ****
I wish you would soon believe it
115 · Feb 2020
Despair
Lizzie Feb 2020
My bravery is spent,
My courage is gone,
My confidence is rent,
'Cause everything went wrong.

How can I beleive
And how can I dream
When there's Nothing left for me?

The only Happiness I have,
The only hope that I'll find,
Is accepting what is gone,
And leaving Hope behind.

Sometimes there's a hard line
Between Realism and Despair,
But other times that line seems to disappear.
106 · Jul 2021
Inspiration
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?
101 · Feb 2020
The Motions
Lizzie Feb 2020
All that kept her going then
Was to look forward to when
She could finally go to bed
With the Nightmares in her head.

No Horrors that plague the night
Could compare to those of her life.
"Truth is stranger than fiction"
And Reality worse than dream strife.

The minutes ticked much too slow -
Or maybe her heart beat too fast,
But either way it seemed her life
Wouldn't end and wouldn't last.

And so she counted on the days
(Or rather the phases of the pain).
Time went on and yet stayed still;
No change took place to make Time real.

The Woman found she couldn't tell
If she had died and gone to Hell,
Or if Hell had come to Earth,
Though neither place could be worse.

At last sweet Death heard her cry,
As her grave seems to imply.
Or maybe she is wandering still
Tied down by her twisted Will.
100 · Dec 2017
b r O K e n
Lizzie Dec 2017
ive always written in rhyme
if not at least meter
but right now my hearts as broken as my words

just as my friends who disappeared
betrayed my love or blocked me
they ripped out peices of my heart

so too have they ripped away my meter
my puntuation, grammar

i thought id get used to the pain
but i was wrong
these words still hurt your eyes
81 · Nov 2021
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.
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.
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