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Elizabeth Holt Jan 2011
Joy
I haven't felt this in a long time.
Hope, joy, enthusiasm.
I see good things now; I feel good things now.
My smile has lasted for hours.

This boy is driving me crazy.
I want to keep this feeling forever.
my heart is pounding, the butterflies are emerging.

And all because I heard you laugh and saw you smile at me.


and now with this joy comes the crushing doubt.
will he lose interest?
does he not really care at all?
is this just some game?

love *****.
Elizabeth Holt Jan 2011
Let's run away, forget all that we've become

We can leave tonight,
        take the first train out of here

Let's become the people we wish we were
No regrets, no depression, no anger.

We'll be in love and we'll be free.
You'll never be alone again, or have to do things on your own again.
You'll never be left out in the cold.

Forget those who have made us hate ourselves
               Those who have turned us into drones.

Run away with me.
Elizabeth Holt Jan 2011
Neon lights burned bright outside the bar.

Standing in their glow, she smoked her last cigarette.

With each exhale, she let go of a dream she knew she would never achieve.

.....

Is this what you want to read?
I'm sorry that I won't write that way, just because you say it's better.

Go **** yourselves.
Elizabeth Holt Jan 2011
You are the most beautiful creature I've ever met.
I want my life to be dedicated to you.

You are hurt, you are lost.

Let me help you.

You have all the potential the world can offer.
You have all the options.

You aren't alone anymore.

You make me feel alive. you make me want to cry.
You don't need to shoulder your burden alone.

I love you.

let's run away.
we could pack tonight; be gone as the sky starts to light.

If you leave without me, I'll spend the rest of my life waiting for your return.

Drown your thoughts in alcohol, but we both know it won't fix what's wrong.
Distract yourself with women, but we both know they're empty.

Go hop the trains, see the world.
I'll be here.
I'll be waiting.

And you'll never know.
Another drunken poem about a boy who will never get it.

Story of my life.
Elizabeth Holt Jan 2011
Ourt blatant disregard for our own lives is what makes us beautiful

We instinctively dislike our surroundings more than others ever will.
And inspite of all this, we see the utmost beauty.
          More than they will ever imagine.
We appreciate the things most people take for granted
For we never know which sunrise will be our last.

We love deeper, laugh louder, cry harder.

Every day I wake up, I am in awe.
Every sunset could bring the end of my days.
              And I've accepted that.

I'm not meant to live forever.
I am temporary.

Any day may be the day I finally cause my heart to stop.
Any day may be the best I've ever had.
Elizabeth Holt Jan 2011
Some say we're tragic. I say we're alive.
You are the unwilling soldiers of a revolution you've never heard of.
Living lives you don't believe in.

We are the guerrilla warriors.
Fighting for freedom against the rest of the world.
We may never be free but we fought.

You followed.

So no, I'm not tragic. I'm more alive than you ever will be.
Even once I'm dead and you still breath; I will be more alive.
Elizabeth Holt Dec 2010
My mind is a wasteland.
My thoughts are insane; I'm no longer myself.
I feel like I've been taken over by something that wants me dead.

I want a life away from here
             Away from myself.
I want to be free
But the captor is me.
I'm holding myself ransom and I can't pay.

Break me free, won't you? from this prison of my thoughts.
Take me to where I can smile, sing and dream.
I want this fog to be cleared.

Set me free.
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