elizabeth brotzman

elizabeth brotzman Oct 2013

skin.

I flit through the photos
Trying to find what you find.

My mind just wanders
about the woman

Who shows all her skin.

I see the bodies clashing.
Eyes ablaze, burning with the hope of release.

But it's no where to be found.

Instead of feeling the familiar ache
I feel numb,
Left behind.

The woman on the screen seems to be the only thing I can relate to.
Her eyes distant and resentful.

I find no release.
only skin.

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elizabeth brotzman Oct 2013

And Fight.

We all sit
we all wait
wait to move on with life
Wait for things to get better
Some of us have a moment
A moment that moves us
A moment that changes us
We have a moment we become tired of feeling the pain
Tired of hurting
Tired of waiting
So we fight
and we fight
and fight
and fight
and fight
We burn in our fire
we die in our fire
but the fire never dies
and from it we come forth
screaming
crying
laughing
smiling
knowing
that everything is going to be ok
That you hung up your reasons for why you can't be who you want
you forgot what it was like to worry about not being happy
you embrace the world
and she embraces you
and in this moment.
You are eternal.

This is for A spoken word competition i'm doing, I would LOVE feedback.

elizabeth brotzman Aug 2013

20 years old.

5 days till pay day.
finger crossed.
hope high.
Just make it by.

elizabeth brotzman Aug 2013

Every little thing.

I survived on who I thought you were
Feed on the idea of you.
thought I was in love with my own imagination.

and with every little thing you say
and every little thing you do
I seem to have the odd sensation
of falling in love all over again.
but this time, with someone new.

elizabeth brotzman Aug 2013

My outcast state

Let the wind carry my love
Like the wings of things that
Never touch this bleak earth.

Mighty seas make the miles seem longer
And the the brooding clouds make me feel caged .

I do not petty the broken hearted
For the closure is there
And the hole where their heart is
Slowly healing.

While I am left to wait upon my perch
Never knowing when to depart
From my outcast state.

elizabeth brotzman Aug 2013

Kind messed up.

I made this short.
So you would read it.
Is this what we have come to?

elizabeth brotzman Aug 2013

I am grateful.

The screams will never stop.
                     The wounds will never heal.
                      The blood will never dry.
                     and for this I am grateful.
                    The dreams will never leave.
                   The memories will always haunt.
                   The tears remain oh so sweet.
                    And for this I am grateful.
                       The scars will remain.
                     The laughs constantly echo.
                      The stories ever flowing.
                     And for this I am grateful.
                     Our names for ever carved.
                      Our love forever shunned.
                        Our touch so brief.
                     And for this I am grateful.
               There are truths that will never be changed.
                There are events that we can never replace.
                       But we have a heart.
                      A heart that can forgive.
                  A heart that can never be lost.
                            And for this.
                           I am grateful.