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If this life is false
then what is truly real
all these painful emotions
or this love that I feel
if we're not truly writers
then can we find our voice
if this life we know
it was never really our choice
and if what we know
is all just lies
then why do we
cover our eyes
if we're not dreaming
then we're not living
and then who am I
to tell you
another lie...
When I think about you
it makes me so sad
because you'll never believe in me
you just want me to feel bad
and you'll never
see me cry
because I'll wear a brave face
to hide the tears in my eyes
and you'll never
see me smile
because the truth is
I havn't done that in a while
I gave you something special to me
and now my minds torn apart
because you're not here
to return my heart...
Why do you care
what I do
I'm me
not you...
Well at least it rhymes.
 Nov 2013 Elizabeth P
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Remember Me
 Nov 2013 Elizabeth P
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when you're sad
and you want to flee,
think of the good times,
remember me.

i was here for you,
held your hand,
for you i would have,
run all over the land.

but you choose her,
she was number one,
and you left me waiting,
looking oh so dumb.

you destroyed me,
i was shattered
stupid little me,
to think i mattered

now I'm sitting
on the broken tiles
i wish i had been,
the reason for your smiles.

i feel so lonely,
emptier than before,
my wrists are bleeding,
yet still screaming for more,

you're not just a boy,
you're my reason to cry,
please don't give me,
another reason to die.

remember me?
i was your "girl"
now when i see you,
i just want to hurl,

you hurt me,
for the last time,
by next week,
you'll see your crime.

because ill be gone,
this time for good,
you missed out saying,
all that you should.

i hope you feel guilt,
when you see my grave,
i hope it washes over you,
just like a wave.

you had the chance,
to tell me it all,
now when things go bad,
who are you going to call?
If ever I must sing as poets have
Then the world would be haunted
They'd find I was mad
I'd sing to the stars
I'd sing to the moon
No place on this earth
Could hide from my tunes

See my words sound on paper so wicked
and loud
Yet sing as I do
No poets allowed

The writing goes dancing all over the sheet
My voice in an octave
Not pleasant indeed
My shrill is the dreading of living in range
One shout of my music
Sends war from the planes
I've tried many lessons to
Be just like them
The greats like Lord Bryon
Keats and Miss Anne

Well I read the "Farewell"
Unusual for me as reading old lines
Means nothing but trees
She leaped of the page and incited
My views
I know where's she lays now
I bow to her muse

Three years I've been singing as poets would have
Yet all I find out there are
Wishes and sad
I want to send volumes for all of the land
I want to find gold
The never the grand
I want to sing out yet my voice
Goes unheard
I want to rejoice
My willing my verse
One day that I'm famous the poets will say
Please sing for us badly
As dead as I be  
And sing like an angel ..
My pure
poetry
 Jun 2013 Elizabeth P
Helen
you are

my emotion
my devotion
the gentle rocking motion
in the middle of my ocean

my little lie
my breathy sigh
I can't deny
you are my
every high

you are

my ever after
my disaster
rocking the rafter
with your smoky laughter

my *Inspiration

my Hesitation
my Indecision
my Exhalation

you are

an unrepentant rake
the last I take
my first mistake
the only one I make

you are my

Lighthouse in the dark
shady tree inside the park
blending when things are stark
clarity with a soft remark

you are

my Muse that never keeps
my Angel that never sleeps
the pounding heart that beats
to the rhythm of the other heart
it keeps

you are

my Resistance
that goes the distance
with an insistence
the core of my existence

you are

my second chance
for true romance
in a cosmic expanse
you are my First Dance

my warmth when I am cold
my story left untold
my grey hair when I'm old
my present to unfold

You make my heart sing
caressing each and every string
with the joy you bring

*
you are my everything
 Jun 2013 Elizabeth P
ap0tamkin
I am a candle.

My flame is small. It provides no warmth, and just enough light. But it takes only a little bit to get me started. Once I am lit, I will burn for a long while. I may not have much to give, but I will give it all, until I'm just a puddle of spent wax.

I can't endure much. I will follow you, but only if you carry me. I will weather the wind, but only if you shield me. I'll be your hope, your light, your shining star.

I am a candle.

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