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5.7k · Mar 2015
help me to see
the light, for
the darkness is
Copyright 3-2-2015 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
5.6k · Aug 2014
Abandonment (10W)
Please, just
promise me
that you will not
For I fear loneliness
more than you could
ever know.

Copyright 08-8-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
3.2k · Feb 2015
10w: strength
I won't give up this time because I am strong.
Copyright 2-25-2015 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
1.8k · Aug 2014
haiku//thinking of you
As nighttime ticks on
I lay awake in my bed
and just think of you.
Copyright 08-26-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
1.4k · Aug 2014
Drifting through this world
I can't help but feel alone,
will that ever stop?
Copyright 08-25-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
1.3k · Feb 2015
Please, take me away to somewhere that feels like home.
Copyright 2-27-2015 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
1.1k · Aug 2014
haiku / / I hate you
my heart still plummets
when I see you next to her
I wish it would stop
Copyright 08-2-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
Shivering under a blanket of stars
a family that has
lost everything
for hope

Shivering under a blanket of stars
a distressed man roams
familiar streets. Tie loosened,
and head spinning,
an angry wife
at home

Shivering under a blanket of stars
a young couple lingers at the end
of a driveway past curfew
fingers are entwined,
and hearts
to race

Shivering under a blanket of stars
a forgotten man takes his last
breath of air, his mind
too empty
carry on

Shivering under a blanket of stars
I lay with my father counting stars,
our laughter running
away from us as it
off the trees
Copyright 2-25-2015 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
936 · Sep 2014
we are born a blank canvas
and society paints our portrait
with its brushes of a thousand
rules and regulations
expectations and guidelines
that supposedly make up
who we are supposed
to be.
Copyright 09-3-2014 Elizabeth ©
901 · Aug 2014
Writers Block
thoughts all are jumbled
mind is a shredded mess
no comfort can be found in my bed
no inspiration lurks outside my window
clothes are strewn about, their disheveled appearance only adds to it all.
smudges on the mirror, clutter on the vanity
jammed drawers and a lock that won't work.
missing shoes
mismatched socks
all these things cause my writers block.
a growl from my stomach
a snarl in my hair
a sharp end of my nail, I shouldn't bite them so much.
rain starts to fall
the room gets dark
the temperature drops
all these things cause my writers block.
Maybe some Netflix will help.
Copyright 08-4-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
799 · Oct 2014
Irregular Blurs
It started with a phone call.

Sweat drips down my forehead
my mind is jumbled
pulse races
irr  e  gu  l  a  rl  y
and my heart is
its competitor.

The room feels smaller
and the faces around me
into nothing.

What is happening?
Why can’t I breathe?

I can’t stand up right,
my palms too sweaty
to grasp

It started with a phone call,
and it ended with a hard
to the floor.
Copyright 10-19-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
762 · Apr 2015
10WPoem: Sigh
I love you but you love her and it *****.
Copyright 4-3-2015 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
759 · Mar 2015
bring me home
Whenever the wind
howls, all I can hear
is my own voice
screaming out to
match its
Copyright 3-8-2015 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
688 · Aug 2014
I don't need you
It's 3:05PM and as I sit outside in the warm sun, the sounds of a vacuum off in the distance and maybe a few cars that pass by, it dawns upon me: I don't need you. You don't control me. Whatever hold you had on me is gone, and I have come out the other side victorious and better for it.

Have a nice life, *******.
Copyright 08-25-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
676 · Mar 2015
10W:fed up
I am sick of trying and never finding any peace
Copyright 3-9-2015 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
618 · Jun 2017
10WordPoem: Sleepless
581 · Aug 2014
haiku//Nobody Like You
you're my wonder wall
nobody loves me like you
i think i'm in love
Copyright 08-26-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
560 · Aug 2014
Used to yell,
used to sing,
used to complain,
used to explain.

Used to say, "I love you,"
used to say, "I hate you,"
used to retell stories,
used to recall memories.

Used to describe the weather,
used to help with confusion,
used to keep people safe,
used to cause mass destruction.

Used to say goodbyes,
used to pray for peace,
used to comfort others,
used to inspire others.

Words are powerful things,
and people should remember
more often that they can do great,
and terrible, life altering
things with them.
Copyright 08-8-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
501 · Aug 2014
Lyric Poem
Saturday morning jumped out of bed,
screaming out the words I dread,
"I think I love you."
I'll be doing this, if you ever doubt,
till the love runs out.

[And] what would I do without your smart mouth,
when the days are cold, and the cards all fold?
[I would tell you,] "if you'll give your all to me,
I'll give my all to you,"
[but,] all you ever did was wreck me.

My head's underwater
'cause all of me loves all of you.
This isn't how I ever saw it going down.

You [would] call me at night,
and I [would] pick up the phone.
And though [you'd be] telling me,
I [knew] you [were] not alone.
You say that you'd take it all back,
that the past is the past,
it was a moment of weakness
and you said, "Yes."

You said, "Can't you just get over it,"
but do you honestly expect me to believe
we could ever be the same?
It’s hard to deal with the pain,
but I’m doing It.
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends,
but I’m doing It.

No... no, no, no...
You should've said "No", baby,
I shouldn't be asking myself, "Why?"
Cause what [you] did to us was tragic,
and what we had was really magic.

[But] you really don't need to worry,
[though[ you can see that I've been crying,
it turned my whole world around,
[but] I'll be alright.

[But] what hurts the most was being so close,
and having so much to say,
and watching you walk away.
[Though,] we were bound to be set free eventually,
I just wish I knew then what I know now.
That according to you: I'm ******, I'm useless,
I can't do anything right. According to you
I'm difficult, I **** at telling jokes,  
boring, [a] girl with the worst attention span.
According to you, I’m moody, can’t show up on time, hard to please.
You’re the boy who put up with that.
According to you.

Why you gotta be so rude?
Don't you know I'm human too?
I need to feel appreciated,
like I'm not hated.
You said that I’m a disease.
Why you gotta be so rude?
[Well,] there are many things that I
would like to say to you...

[And] I know better than that, “don't let them in,
conceal, don't feel,”
I know better [to just], “let it go, let it go.”
I was completely not me,
but baby I'm coming clean.
[You’re probably scared to find out]
if I could say anything, anything
what would it be?

[It would go something like this.]
Yesterday I found out about you,
even now just looking at you feels wrong.
Wanting you, to be wanting me.
No that ain't no way to be.
I realized now I deserve so much more
than what you give.

[Well?] Loser, loser hope you love her
'cause you're stuck with her now.
Am I suppose to be torn apart
Broken-hearted in a corner crying?
Pardon me if I don't show it...

Hey boy I would of thought that when you left me
I'd be broken with my confidence gone.
Hey I'd never would of thought that when you left me
I'd feel **** and so good in my skin again.
I'm so over it, I've been there and back.
Moving on, it's my time, you never were a friend of mine.
[Oh, and] before you go, tell me this:
Where'd you meet that low down, up town,
slept with every guy around, pressed on eyelash, no good,
white trash[-- no,] ...was it worth it?
'Cause every inch of me is perfect from the bottom to the top.

[So] by now I hope you know...

[That] according to [me,]
I look so good without you
got me a new hairdo
looking fresh and brand new
since you said, "that we're through."
Done with your lies
baby now my tears dried,
you can see my brown eyes
ever since you said goodbye.
I look so good, I look so good without you.
I look so good, I look so good without you.

Na na na na, na na na na
hey hey hey, goodbye.
I'm so over it....
This poem is made up entirely of lyrics from songs that I know, and that you might know, too. I wrote this for my ex in the beginning, but by the end I realized I was writing it for myself... so I was really pleased with how it turned out. Below this message is the list of artists that I used for my poem, and it's included so I can credit their work. Additionally, all words enclosed in brackets are the words that I added in, anything that isn't inside brackets is actual lyrics. Enjoy!

Artist List:
John Legend
Miley Cyrus
Taylor Swift
Jessie James
Tristan Prettyman
Katherine McPhee
The Dixie Chicks
Rascal Flats
Frozen (Idina Menzel)
Kristina DeBarge
Joey + Rory
Meghan Trainor

*if I missed anyone, please let me know*
*the italicized line is from an artist I can't recall the name of... unless it's already listed, oops.*
Copyright 08-3-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
465 · Mar 2017
my mind
what my
is afraid
to let

464 · Aug 2014
How can you not get it? You’re everything to me. You’ve managed to crawl inside my brain and force me to strive for more. You make me want to reach new heights, explore new depths, indulge myself in new opportunities, create new endings, and find peace inside this ****** up world. You came along and you gave a way out from a cold, lonely, and dark abyss that I had permitted myself to get lost in for so long that I’d almost forgotten what the light looked like, or what it felt like to hold another close to me. I had almost forgotten the warmth of another body, the way someones eyes could latch themselves into your soul and make a home there, and above all else, the way the very presence of a person, even for ten seconds, could light up your whole day and just as easily ruin it when they are absent. All too soon, however, you’ll realize the hopelessness inside of me that I’ve become quite acquainted with and you’ll pack your bags and take the first bus to a new lover that will satisfy you with mental stability. I didn’t ask for you to come along, I didn’t ask for you to fix me, but you did and you promised me you wanted to. What’s worse, even, is that it was so easy for you to leave once you’d outgrown me, like a butterfly does its cocoon. You moved on and found a better life, one that better suited you, and one that didn’t involve me. I didn’t ask for you to come along, instead, I begged for you to stay. I didn’t ask for you to fix me, instead, I begged for you to heal me. I didn’t ask for you to leave, instead, you told me you were going. Oh, and if you’re wondering what will happen to me... I’ll just be sitting at the bus stop, hoping and praying that one day you’ll return to me, that you’ll bring me out of my cold, lonely, and dark abyss that grows more overwhelming with each day that passes when you are not by my side.
Written at 3AM the night my ex of 4 years dumped me. Never shared this with anyone, yet...well, not publicly that is.
Copyright 08-26-2014 Elizabeth
441 · Feb 2015
In and Out of Love
we fell in love and
      it was like diving into
            the cold, salt water

                                   then one day you just
                               left, waves tossed violently
                                       and we were over

                                                      one day my heart broke
                                                           ­     like glass bottles on rigid
                                                           ­                 rocks beneath water
Copyright 2-10-2015 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
412 · Aug 2014
I often feel trapped within myself.

I often feel trapped within myself
a prisoner to the mind that drives me
the mind that breaks me
the mind that controls my every move.

I often feel trapped within myself
restrained by the limits I set
restrained by the fear of breaking free
restrained by the body that holds me in place.

I often feel trapped within myself.
Copyright 08-4-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
373 · Mar 2015
. . .
a clouded horizon
where no sane rationalizations
can be found, nor heard;
an empty shell
abandoned of all hope
too wise by now to wish
for a better tomorrow;
tense, scratched, tormented
abused, neglected, and broken by its tenant
and all I ask is for sweet release and a warm bed.
Copyright 3-8-2015 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
perhaps tomorrow the sun will break through...
353 · Apr 2015
10WPoem: Sigh
I am just really tired of not being good enough
Copyright 4-1-2015 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
344 · Sep 2014
I am constantly in awe of the world around me.
Copyright 09-3-2014 Elizabeth
308 · Aug 2014
Thank You, Mom
I spoke with my mother once about
feeling good in one's own skin
and she opened up to me
about the many times she's brought up
taking care of myself.
For years I thought it was because
I simply wasn't good enough,
that was until she shared with me,
"I want nothing more for you than to help you
create a life where you feel as beautiful as you already are."
I guess it never occurred to me that I was
Copyright 08-25-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
*Written for my beautiful mother who continuously
helps me see the best in myself when all I seem to
notice is the worst. She's my very own, real life hero.*
304 · Aug 2014
When you walk in
they look at me,
but you don't.

You don't see
me anymore,
too lost in her
eyes to find mine.

I see you, though,
almost immediately,
and my head begins
to spin until the room
is nothing but a blur,
until all that makes
sense is the one truth:
I'm not over you.

Surely I must be,
it's been months
but seeing you there,
hearing your laugh
as you greet others,
it all comes rushing
back and I don't know
what to do; all I know
is that I'm not over
you, us, I never
really was.

Her hand slides
down your arm and
makes a home within
your own palm, and
suddenly my own
hand twitches, a chill
runs down my spine,
for that hand she's
holding used to be

Suddenly my face
flushes and it becomes
difficult to breathe, as if
reality had slapped my
cheek with it's cruelty,
as if it had been planning
to rub the sight of you
two together in my face.

When you walk in
they look at me,
but you don't.

You haven't looked
at me in months, and
I can only vaguely
remember how it felt
when you did, like I
was soaring through
baby blue skies on
a bed of clouds.

I was so lost in the
magic, so in love with
the idea of forever, I
guess that I didn't see
what was the apparent
downfall, that you and
everyone else did, of
what we used to call

Now she's entwining her
fingers with yours, her head
resting on your shoulder
when she gets tired of
holding it up in conversation,
but mostly, now she's the one
who gets to call you

She gets to hold you in the
middle of the night when
you bring her to the kitchen
to grab a midnight snack;
she gets to laugh wildly
as the two of you attempt to
slow dance to classic rock
early in the morning, just
as you've woken up; she
gets to hold your hand
during take off when
she's too scared to feel
alone; and she gets to tell
you she loves you, whenever
she feels like it... whenever the
moment strikes and she can
no longer keep those three
words contained.

I, on the other hand,
get to stand on the
other side of the room
making senseless small
talk while I watch the two
of you fall further in love,
and I get to watch her feel
the way I used to when I
was yours.

When you walk in
they look at me,
but you don't.
You don't see me
anymore, but I see
you, and I still see
Copyright 08-8-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
301 · Aug 2014
I will one day be free of all my pain.
Copyright 08-26-2014 Elizabeth
298 · Aug 2014
Does she hold you like I used to?
When you were too scared to
pick your head up from my shoulder?

Does she hum to you at night like I used to?
When your mind was too restless
to allow you to close your eyes?

Does she make you laugh like I used to?
When you'd stop only because you felt
like your stomach was on fire?

Does she make you feel bothered like I used to?
Does she make you feel mad like I used to?
Does she make you want to scream like I used to?

Was I ever even enough for you?
Will she ever even be enough for you?
Will she write one of these poems four years from now like I am?
Will she wonder what she ever did to deserve the hurt you caused?
Will she prevail? Will she crumble?

I'm still trying to figure out which one I'm doing.
You have made my life confusing.

Will I ever feel comfortable holding someone again?
Will I ever hum to another late at night?
Will I ever tell a joke just to hear another laugh?
Will they ever make me feel like you did?

Will she wonder the same things four years from now?
Will she think about me then?
She took what was mine
and in the end I wouldn't
be surprised if someone
took what she though
was hers.
Just another young girl who can't seem to banish her mind of frustrations with an ex.
Copyright 08-2-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
290 · Jul 2014
I wonder
if you wonder
about me

You wonder
if I wonder
about you

Together we wonder
if the other wonders
about what could have been

Together we wonder
separately and in silence
both too scared to find out

if you wonder about me
if I wonder about you
Copyright 07-27-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
284 · Aug 2014
My dream
is to be
but happy.
Copyright 08-3-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
282 · Aug 2014
Haiku//You Just Left
one day you just left
brokenhearted I stood there
and just let you go
Copyright 08-15-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
267 · Mar 2017
A Fool For Love
You pushed through a crowd
You sought me out
You made me laugh,
And paid for my drink.

I gave you my number.

You texted me every day
You made plans to see me
You held my hand in yours,
And made me think you were different.

I gave you my trust.

You spent nights watching movies
You took walks through empty streets
You sat on park benches with me in the cold,
And let me play with your puppy.

I gave you my heart.

Then one day it wasn't enough,
no--something bigger, something better,
something older, something familiar
shattered what we had built.

I didn't do anything wrong,
You were crazy about me,
It just didn't work out,
You were sorry.

You pushed through a crowd
You sought me out
You made me laugh,
And paid for my drink.

I foolishly gave you my number.
260 · Aug 2014
Copyright 08-4-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
243 · Aug 2014
She looks up at the stars
that paint the skies
in constellations
and milky ways
and wishes he might think of her.

He looks from the stars
that paint the skies
in constellations
and milky ways
and glances at the
piece of paper that
rests in his hand
littered with words
he dares not speak aloud
from his heart to hers.

With the piece of paper in her hand
she blushes up at the stars
that paint the skies
in constellations
and milky ways
and smiles a thank you
in their direction.
Copyright 08-3-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
227 · Aug 2014
Days like today,
when the clouds
loom overhead
and the chilled
air sneaks under
my blanket to
attack my feet,
I just wish you
were still here
holding me
closely to you
sweet nothings
into my ear
until we were
both fast asleep.
Copyright 08-21-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
221 · Aug 2014
I want to call out to you
but you wouldn't hear.

I want to run in front of you
but you wouldn't see.

I want to reach out to you
but you wouldn't feel.

Sometimes, I want to cease my existence
but you wouldn't notice.

No, you wouldn't notice all the things
I want to do, and how each of them
are thwarted by you.
Copyright 08-2-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
221 · Sep 2014
The End
His eyes once hypnotized me,
their light crystal blue pools
gliding over me, make me
feel weightless;
now they repulse me,
their unfamiliar cold blue
daggers breaking me with
each glance.
They let me know the end is near.

His arms once held me
securely to him throughout
the night, making me feel
now I cringe when they extend my way, as if they might
me with false love should they
around me.
They let me know the end is near.

His words once served as a form of comfort
to me, they would lull me to sleep
and cause my heart to skip a beat;
now they make me doubt everything
I ever knew to be true, they force me
to swallow my better judgment and
trust that what he feels towards me
is still love.
They let me know the end is near.

The end is here.
Copyright 09-28-2014 Elizabeth ©
184 · Aug 2014
on a street corner
in a crowded city
you'll see someone
across the way.

up until this point
their life has gone on.
they've had birthdays,
they've cried during movies,
they've said a final goodbye,
they've read books,
and even tasted food.

they've seen parts of the world
that you've seen, and parts of
the world that you haven't.
they've learned how to speak,
and live life.

they have friends who live
near and far,
family who call too often,
and family who never bother.
they have experienced heartache,
and they have experienced joy.

they own an entire closet of clothing,
they have accidentally broken dishes,
they have inner desires and needs,
and they all fear life as much as they
crave it, just like you.

up until this point
their life has gone on.
they've collected memories,
they've been through school,
they've fallen in and out of love,
and they've probably not noticed you
the way you've noticed them.

all too quickly you'll realize
that this person has disappeared
down the street and around the corner.
up until now
their life has gone on
and you've only just noticed them,
except now
you'll likely never see them

isn't it just the damnedest thing?
a recurring thought that I seem to have...
Copyright 08-4-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
169 · Aug 2014
Talking to
you makes
a happier
That's all.
Copyright 08-15-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
156 · Aug 2014
I'm feeling lost.

Oh so lost.

I can't tell
which way is up
which way is down.

I can't see
in front of me
behind me.

I can't feel
to the right of me
to the left of me.

I can't stand
for the ground
has disappeared.

I'm feeling lost.

Oh so lost
but don't try
to find me.

I like it here.
Copyright 08-3-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
138 · Feb 2015
please don't--
tell me--
it'll be okay--

you don't
know this
enough to
tell me--
Copyright 2-10-2015 Elizabeth Lawrence ©

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