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Eliza Jane Oct 2013
sand sand everywhere
in my bag and in my hair
on my sheets and on my phone
i hate being sun-burned alone.
a silly little rhyme from a day at the beach that lead to me being severely sunburnt and stuck in bed :(
511 · Oct 2013
tonight's the night
Eliza Jane Oct 2013
it’s the night for an escape

for some book thievery,
some german sweat,
some silver eyes and hair like feathers

it’s the night to pretend that none of this happened, that no-one’s hurting or afraid, that i’m not equally filled with protective rage and ridiculously nauseating terror.

the could haves
should haves
would haves
they’re whispering evil lies inside my mind

oh yeah, it’s time to escape.
499 · Apr 2012
A Letter For My Love.
Eliza Jane Apr 2012
You expect me to sit here and wait for you?
We both know how impatient I am.
Not like I have a choice,
Waiting for a man who may or may not exist.
Can't you just stop hiding in the shadows?
Come sweep me off my feet,
Serenade me?
Can you stop waiting for me to deal with my problems,
You can help me deal with them!
I can't do this alone,
Although we both know I'm not alone.
Are you waiting for Him to tell you to take centre stage?
Will you capture my attention in a beautiful way?
Oh darling, why must you be so slow in arriving,
I dearly want you sitting next to me,
Playfully mocking my silly mannerisms,
Not letting me say one evil or unkind word about myself.
I'm praying for you love,
For the day we meet.
Until then,
I will wait.
**I will pray.
The poem i was afraid to post...
497 · Apr 2012
Wintry
Eliza Jane Apr 2012
Nights are cold without your warmth,
Your presence was enough to soothe my anxious soul.
Winter is creeping up on us,
Chilly days,
And icy nights.
All the leaves are falling,
But there is no-one to wonder at this marvel with me.
I am alone.
It's cold, and I felt like writing a poem.
495 · Apr 2012
Dreamers' Kiss.
Eliza Jane Apr 2012
I dreamt you kissed me last night.
Two pairs of eyes,
Yours and mine,
Looking for an answer to a question...
"May I kiss you?"
Never said, but most definitely thought, loudly.
Too loudly.
Our noses touching now, the slight tilt of my head...
The kiss.
We kissed in the back of a moving car,
Your hands ran through my hair.


Only a Dreamers' Kiss,
An imaginary romance.
You'd never feel that way.
475 · Mar 2012
Funeral Dirge.
Eliza Jane Mar 2012
The corpse lay on the floor,
It looked like he was sleeping.
No blood,
No *****,
Obviously the poison was quick.
Death picks his victim up, gently, trying not to disturb the crime scene.
A little boy was the first to find him, shakes him,
Why do they always shake them?
The girl and father next.
A quick car trip later and another girl knows, the oldest.
She screams in the street, letting all know what has happened.
The vet's post-mortem shows that mystery was the murderer
Either that or a Heart Attack.
The elder girl never saw him after he passed
And she never will again.
RIP Tolstoy, October 2007 - 28th of March 2012
466 · Jul 2013
final draft
Eliza Jane Jul 2013
impatiently
i will wait for you
impatiently
i will give my heart to those who will break it
impatiently
i will cry out to god
asking why he let my heart shatter on the rotten tiles again
impatiently
i will learn patience
or i will impatiently
throw my heart to the streets

patience
is not a concept i am comfortable with
patience
seems to show me all i am not receiving
and all i am not, in return, giving
patience
**** well better be worth it all.

patience,
                              patience,
                                                            **patience.
29/7/13 - after some news.
410 · Mar 2012
Mon coeur
Eliza Jane Mar 2012
I was told to keep it awhile,
To give it to Him.
It's ... challenging ... to give one's heart away,
When one cannot see to whom they are giving it to.
Even more of a challenge when another is wanting your heart,
And you're almost willing to oblige
Just really what's going on in my heart at the moment.
400 · Apr 2012
What If, What Then?
Eliza Jane Apr 2012
What if you laugh?
Will you mock my poetry?
It's only,
The cry of a cracking heart.
Will you be scared away,
Like all the others?
Will you stay,
Out of pity?
What if you hate me?
What if I am too scared to ever tell you?
What then?
What if?
debating whether or not to actually post a poem i created or not....
393 · May 2013
(why are you so) hazy
Eliza Jane May 2013
you say there are two (types of people),

only the liked and the un-liked

that’s awfully vague,

*(and I don’t like it.)
inspired by a comment from a friend.
379 · Sep 2012
this is not a love story.
Eliza Jane Sep 2012
I believe I slipped up today,
Showed you how I feel,
After living and hiding sentiments,
It was inevitable.

What let you know?
The blush,
Giggle,
Tripping over my shoes when I look at you?

At least you know now.
330 · Apr 2012
Three People In A Room...
Eliza Jane Apr 2012
Two in a bed;
One is asleep,
The other, playing her a lullaby.
The Third?
She's writing.
Dreaming of the day when someone will show her that love.

— The End —