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Sep 2018 · 471
Save Them
Eliza Hale Sep 2018
The leading cause of death for pregnant women is ******.
Givers of life should be fortified
Instead, their screams echo because no one heard her
Tender touches turn to purple hand-prints with two simple words,

" I'm pregnant."

Affairs are always understandable
Until two becomes three
Then the situation must be immediately handled
Then three becomes one so a marriage and a reputation is saved

But no one saved her.

Eating for two, sleeping for two, living for two
But the two are dying. The two are being murdered.
Killed by the one person who once suffocated them with love, now turn their lips blue
Voices shriek that abortion is wrong, but the voices hush when the one killed is the mom.

Quiet as the morgue she now lays in.
This is my first political piece, I just felt really passionate about this topic so let me know what you think!
Aug 2018 · 369
Medicated
Eliza Hale Aug 2018
“Did you take your meds this morning?”
Those words take back all the progress I’ve ever made.
My feelings are invalid because they are irrational.
Apperently having depression means that any emotion is dangerous
Apperently being medicated for it means that your negative emotions are a mistake.

“Did you take your meds this morning?”
My mother slaps when I’m not laughing singing and smiling at Breakfast.
Yes, I’m just calm.

“Did you take your meds this morning?”
My father shoots when I slam my door after an intense argument  
Yes, I’m just angry.

“Did you take your meds this morning?”
My friend spits when I cry over a deep broken heart
Yes, I’m just sad.

“Did you take your meds this morning?”
My brother taunts when I can’t talk to the cashier at Walmart
Yes, I’m just nervous.

Medications regulate emotions.
Medications do not erase emotion.
Emotions are valid, organic or controlled.
May 2018 · 187
My book of poems
Eliza Hale May 2018
I entrusted you with a book filled with my favorite poems
I told you to look and read and tell me what you felt
I thought you knew that you were looking at pieces of me
Pieces that I loved and cared enough to share.
But you lost my book.
I should’ve known then you didn’t care about the pieces of me
Losing my book was the perfect metaphor for our relationship
I gave you everything, and you cared just enough to take it and lose it
Relationship
Apr 2018 · 760
My Favorite Nightmare
Eliza Hale Apr 2018
I walk on eggshells to not upset you,
but it's hard to tell if it is working,
because my feet have gone numb.
You terrify me to my very core.

I never know if today will be a day that you love me
or love me not.
I'm like a daisy and you pick my petals whenever you want to,
but those days that you don't,
I miss your hands on me.
Because it lets me know you still want me.

People say you're abusing my mind,
but I can't tell what is real and what is not anymore..
I don't know if I want to tell.
What if everything becomes clear
and I lose you.
What if everything becomes clear
and you don't think I'm worth it.
What if everything becomes clear
and I'm
all
alone.

My friends say I'll never be alone because I have them.
But will they kiss my nose when I'm being stubborn?
Will they put my on their shoulders and parade me around their house?
Will they kiss me softly when I just want to be close?
No.
Because they can't.

He's my lightswitch.
He brings my life light and joy,
but he controls when the darkness rains.

It terrifies me how in love I am with you.
It terrifies me how you could not love me at anytime.
It terrifies me how this could all be over tomorrow morning.
You terrify me.
But I let you, because you're my favorite nightmare.
Mar 2018 · 1.1k
Today is a Good Day
Eliza Hale Mar 2018
The sun might not be shining,
the birds may not be singing,
and the stars may not be aligning,
but today is a good day.

I might not have friends today,
Some might even talk behind my back,
my progression through life might even delay,
but today is a good day.

I could fail a test,
I could forget a line,
I could be the worst dressed,
but today WILL be a good day.
Mar 2018 · 295
Repentance
Eliza Hale Mar 2018
I'm terrified.
I know if I don't repent God will punish me.
I want to be good I swear,
right now it's just so hard to be.

I know what I've done will take time to undo and forgive
I know with one meeting with my church leader this could all be over
I love what I'm doing at times
Some days I feel like a powerful rover

I love him so much and I want to please him.
He's so happy when we're intimate and so sweet
So I don't want to let him down.
I feel like I have high expectations to meet.

Then other days I can't get out of bed.
My sins fill every thought and every action
I can't look at him without wanting to leave,
I run and run but never get any traction.

I know the solution to my problems,
but I can't bring myself to do it.
I say I'll do it eventually, that my life is going to turn around.
But that is just my life becoming more and more split.

I know this
I know this
I know ALL of this...
I know all of these things, so why can't I do it?
Mar 2018 · 245
Different
Eliza Hale Mar 2018
He's different.

I miss him so much.

I haven't seen him in 3 years, yet his name makes me giggle like a schoolyard girl.

I get to talk to him once a week, but the rest my soul aches without him.

Anytime he sends a picture my heart does a little twirl.



He's different

I'm honestly not sure what it is about him.

He always knows what to say to make me smile.

He's so smart its incredible to watch him work.

Yet he isn't afraid to get his hands ***** once in a while.



He's different

He doesn't always have to be the center of attention.

He knows which silent look will comfort me the most.

He might be lean, but he gives prize-winning hugs.

No matter the things he's accomplished, he's never one to boast.



I don't know what it is,

but that boy is different.
Mar 2018 · 395
When I See You
Eliza Hale Mar 2018
In the first second I see you time doesn't slow down.

It speeds up.

In your lopsided smile, I see rainy Sunday mornings under soft sheets.

I see a brunch date in our PJs, barely finding time to eat between giggles.

In your easy laugh I hear jazz playing while we clean our apartment.

You smell like deep conversations and shared hoodies.

A kiss brings your taste to the front of my mind.

It tastes like the history we've shared through the years.

Inside jokes that others get lost in, we navigate like experts.

Most importantly, though, your body feels like home.

I see all of that in the first second I see you.
Mar 2018 · 878
Connected
Eliza Hale Mar 2018
I'm not addicted to my phone.

I'm addicted to what it brings.

My heart aches when its not with yours.

So my heart leaps when my phone rings.

I don't think of my phone as a simple device to communicate.

I think of it as my connection to you.

My connection to wifi is moot if we can still call.

Because I have iMessage my other apps are few.

So no, I'm not addicted to my phone,

I'm addicted to you.
Mar 2018 · 239
I am a Goddess
Eliza Hale Mar 2018
I am a Goddess.

You taught me that my curves were something to be celebrated

That my flaws are what made me real

Whereas before, I'd look at my self and become frustrated

I am a Goddess.

In sweatpants, jewelry, or nothing at all you think I'm stunning

But more importantly, so do I

So why for 7 years, from myself, have I been running?

Maybe I was running to you, maybe I was running to myself, maybe I was just running

Whyever I was running, I was glad I ended up in your arms
Mar 2018 · 191
Enough
Eliza Hale Mar 2018
Why does it feel like I can't help you?

I realize that I can,

Its these negative thoughts in my head,

I need to ban.

Instead of sinking into myself,

I reach out.

I reach out to wipe your tears.

I reach out to lend my ears.

I reach out to take your fears.

I reach out to you.

You are more important than the voices in my head

You are the reason I can get out of bed

The least I can do is try to do the same

You're the first I've reached for

I was scared you'd view it as a chore

But the warmth of you leaning into me and squeezing my thumb was, enough

It was enough to make me feel like I was enough.
Mar 2018 · 191
Mirror
Eliza Hale Mar 2018
Yes, I'm in love

She has straight blonde hair and a smile as wide as the Pacific

During the summer the sun kisses her

It kisses her all over from the bridge of her nose, to the top of her bare shoulders

These kisses leave behind delicate marks

They remind her of warm late nights, of sun bleached morning, and of lush green gardens

Her eyes hold galaxies and thoughts unexpressed

The cupid's bow of her lip adds a simple curve to her straight face

I am so in love and so lucky

Lucky because I see her face every morning in the mirror
Mar 2018 · 284
Runner Up
Eliza Hale Mar 2018
I tell myself every night that I'm the one you want

You hold my hand in public and introduce me to all of your friends

So I'm clearly the one you flaunt

You told me I am so much better than she ever was to you

So why is she still apart of the conversation?

You say I'm your first choice so why do I feel like a silver medal?

Maybe we should just stop talking, we're better at that

But deep down I wish we weren't
Mar 2018 · 902
The Seasons of Me
Eliza Hale Mar 2018
Softly lit  sunsets and turning leaves
Little feet skip in a pumpkin patch
Crisp air causing goosebumps
Warm apple cider being sold batch after batch
I am gentle, just like autumn

Slick Ice and bitter air
Blizzards wreak havoc on little towns
Slush is thrown to street corners without care
I am fierce, just like winter

Cannonballs into clear cool water
Tan lines born out of hours in the sun
Road trips and bucket lists promise adventure
Long days with endless possibilities to come
I am exciting, just like summer

Light rain offers new like
Little buds turn brown into green
Glimpses of long awaited sunshine
Earth turns into an exquisitely painted scene
I am growing, just like spring

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