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  Mar 2015 izzi3
Elioinai
Some people want to draw the world upon their skin
But I see it there already
Some people stamp their favorite messages down arms and legs
But I see lovely verbage fall
around the edges of my veins
If my breast is a canvas
my bones an easel frame
my mouth will scatter paint
my eyes drip silver rain
to show you I am full and finished
A Universe
my name
May my words uncover my soul to the wise  and my beauty be hidden from fools. What a wonder has God created in every one of us!
izzi3 Mar 2015
heavy standing bodies
glimpsing other worlds
that flash by so fast
that they're gone in an
instant. they call it the
future, but i'm still full
of apprehension, not
accepting what's to
come or what's already
been - but that's the past.
i don't know how to
word the thoughtfulness
surrounding it, but all
i can think about is the
fear of it. i'm tumbling,
stuck inside a whirling
mass of thoughts and
i don't know how to
feel about..
*growing up
izzi3 Mar 2015
thoughts dancing like kites
whipped around in a fierce hurricane
feelings like black, rushing seas
throwing waves to the rocks, indignant.
expressing words the only way you know how
with your head thrown back, your eyes squeezed
shut. and screaming everything that you've ever known
to the blackness of the night-time sky
  Mar 2015 izzi3
Sally Tsoutas
hello.
i've missed you.
been off in a non
reflective stretch
of my unimagination,
unlistening to the
justness of your so.
i know. i'll tilt an ear
to ground and
scribe you down
and share you
as you go.
with thanks to my darling niece for bringing me back
izzi3 Mar 2015
looking at the sky this evening,
i am reminded of the colours inside
your eyes that i suffocated and
drowned in when i saw you
for that first time

memories of our time together
play on the walls with a shimmering
vibrancy, like turning kaleidoscopes
twisting slowly, full of colour in the dim light
falling on us
izzi3 Mar 2015
homesickness.
hits you like a bullet
right in the gut;
four-eighty three mph

heart-break.
hits you like a tidal wave
drowning out everything;
thirty foot walls of watery pain

nostalgia.
plays on your mind
plaguing you with the regret
of not living each day as if it were your last

*and it could be,
would be
if you're not as careful
as you say you are
missing australia so much ugh
izzi3 Mar 2015
alabaster smiles
winking eyes
porcelaine facades
in the shadowy
parking lot

come to me
in the darkness
of the night-time
and fall
in love again

we will fall
in love
with each other
over and over

crazy, huh?
who'd have thought
that a loser like me
could get someone

**like you?
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