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The depths should
Cry out your name and
The winds ought to whisper
A solemn elegy for you

But Earth kept spinning
And the crowds kept laughing
Oblivious to the fact that
You're suddenly gone

How dare they
Finding happiness
In a world without you?
How could I ever forgive them for not mourning for you...?
I loved a ghost
stitched from soft words
and glances that meant nothing.
I touched a dream
and swore it had a pulse.
And now I grieve
not you-
but the person I thought you were.
 Jun 3 inthewater
Kalliope
Just a little too much
to overfill a glass,
not quite enough
to fill up the pitcher.

Dripping down the sides,
an ever-messy lover,
yet spiraling in panic
when I’m spilt on the floor.

Whether the rain revives me,
or the sun dries me up—
I don’t fit anywhere
I want to.
I don't want to be liquid anymore,
I want to be solid.
Under my breath,
steam rises slowly
from a simmering wrath
that is about to blow.
And through clenched teeth
many quiet curses seep,
as false calm on the surface
is hard to keep
so, I bide my time,
yes, okay...
I'm fine...
I'm Fine.

But behind this mask
of polite restraint,
my frustration boils,
and my patience is faint.
I am a pressure cooker
set to burst,
as passive-aggressive
pleasantries
conceal the worst
until I am truly
overcooked.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I'm sure many of us have experienced a building frustration like this...
I had a broken tooth and you had a broken car that sang at certain speeds.
I was holding my crimson soaked mouth, we were all laughing.
You, the only one who was worried.
Speeding to the doctor with your hands at ten and two,
sending me the occasional look, asking if it hurts,
does it hurt.
-All the memories of you do
I used to think blue eyes were pretty,
his were not.
his were not cornflower, sapphire, baby, indigo, azure,
or cloudy sky blue.
His were midnight where the light pollution from the city blocks the stars.
Iceberg, squall, hypothermia, eventual death
I'm no pearl
only a pebble
hidden under
the sand of time
unknown
to be discovered
by none-
yet I don't complain
or moan-
what I am
happily I accept
being just alone
a tiny stone-

the rose
has my pity
it blows
and loses
its beauty
when the sun
loses its glow
and admirers
are gone

a pebble I am
free to the bone
my life
as in
a perfect cone
abiding
consistent
unchanging
with nothing
to atone.
Everyone knows that roses have thorns
But must there be thorns on my daisies too?
Looking for beauty my fingers find pain.

Not every path needs to be level and smooth
But why must mine always be broken and steep
And why is the Sun forbidden to shine.

Where are the birds God promised to send.
Their music is healing and I am in need
But the treetops are empty  - I hear only pain

I once saw a rainbow where one didn’t belong
And took from it hope that all would be well
The last of that hope still supports me today.
ljm
Computer in the shop 5 days again.  Frustration comes and goes like the tide.
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