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Here I am
Once again
Faced with the challenge of writing something new

Here I have
A clean slate
A brand new outlet to put myself into

A new piece to write!
A fresh new start!
Another chance to give all of my heart!

Yet
I struggle to find the right words to place
On this unfamiliar, empty space
And I slowly end up tearing myself apart

Because beginnings are always the hardest part
It's hard to start over
 Jan 2017 Elizabeth Burns
Deeee
baby
I miss calling you that.
I miss seeing you smile
I miss *making
you smile
But my hands are bleeding
And my soul is torn.
I miss me
I miss being able to make you smile

If I had to choose between you and me
If I could only have one of us...

because that's what it looks like

If I couldn't have an us


You & Me

OR

You  or  Me


*I guess I'll have to pick me
Your poetic poet ...




sweetheart ...
here i am creating a words ...
words came out only from a heart ...
heart which it feels you ...
heart which it loves you ...
heart that made a life with a happiness ...
that happiness which i got ...
got because of you ...

words created ,just to be for you ...
sun lighted,only to warm you ...
moon shined for of you ...
and i got a poetic because of you ...
and my heart only beats for you ...

your poetic poet ...
poet who got poet only because of you ...
a poet who knew a love only from you ...
a poet who loves only you ...

happy new year ...
my sweetheart ...

hazem al...
Sitting in the place
Everyone wants to be.
Watching the world go by
Without me.

Following a routine set out for me
Day by day.
The endless prüfun.
On and on.

Living like Cobb,
Trapped in a dream.
A dream meant to satisfy,
Yet keeps me prisoner.
 Dec 2016 Elizabeth Burns
Sarah
When I've been on my own
in a park where the sun is finally
starting to warm my arms
and I  can see the veil of grief-chill
pulling back, about to reveal her
cities and her sidewalks
built in dirt

And I'm miles into the run
   of things
and I'm even further into my own head:

I'm sure that there are other runners
out there
who wish they
       could also
run from the dead.
 Dec 2016 Elizabeth Burns
JP
a kind of funeral
for women's
a loss of freedom
to leave her parents
a cry of going alone
a ritual
to enter a new life
first to lose her virginity
to a stranger
before confirming
her wanted life....
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