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Liz Anne Nov 2011
The things I can do
And those I cannot
Don't seem so far away
Perhaps I am
Only
That
     Which I can
              And cannot
                    Cease to do
Liz Anne Oct 2011
Somewhere between fear and flattery
One emotion refuses to toe the line
Inside me it conjures curses
Sending winged bugs to my stomach
And turning my palms into the wet backs of frogs
Love is not a calm or kind emotion
All the same I'm beginning to resent
This  never nearly certainty
Liz Anne Oct 2011
You make it hard not to love you.
You sit alone when I want to see you smile.
Yet you know when to hold me just a little bit longer.
Some days you scare me more than I can say.
But when I'm not near you.
I can't stay away.
And just when I think I've let you go.
You say something that lifts me off my feet.
Underneath it all
All you want is to be saved.
Somehow all I want is to save you too
But you won't let me.
So I let love fade.
Liz Anne Oct 2011
Silence, Oh Silence
Why is it that solitude graces the night?
Each of us curled in our own little worlds,
Wrapped in contentment, memory, and sometimes pain.
Is Death so different; than the lack of the rising sun?
To be without light; without warmth,
Shadows become solid and objects lose sound
Darkness heightens mind, frees the heart
All five eyes going nearly blind force us to see
Perfection in ecstasy
But a harsh Satan shows us
A thicker realityof a life not brely begun
So here I wait for lovilier fantasies
No one knows when the light will dim; when it will go out
Yet I feel it coming closer everyday
I'll smile, at sunset, you'll see.
And show them all I'll be happy when night comes.
For me.
Liz Anne Oct 2011
Tell me a lie
And I will frown
For it is not true.

Tell me a truth
And I will smile
Though it isn't what I want to hear.

Tell me a story
And I will listen.
          I will believe.
Liz Anne Oct 2011
The door's wide open
               Why don't you come inside?
                              come inside?
Here lies happiness
And all you desire
I desire
Day's end
Now is its twin
It beckons
I beckon
                    Won't you come inside?
                              come inside?
Sitting pretty
Head on a silver platter
There is a tragedy
None to hold near
Unless you come in here
You cannot hide
I see you now
                    Will you come with me?
                              come inside?
All that stands in our way
The air in the open doorway
Fingers black, oh, so cold
Snow and ice dark as night
Look up, up at me
I wait quiet as can be
A frosted empty glass
Begging, fill me
                    Can't you come here, to me?
                               come inside?
                               come inside?
No longer, longer will I fight
                               come inside?
                               come inside?
The door is
                               --come inside?
                               come inside?
Wide open.
Liz Anne Oct 2011
Deep within the minds of children
There lies a kindred face
Under twinkling eyes and freckled cheeks
Sinister thoughts silently creep

Some seek refuge in the fiery chills
A few suppress it with desires
Most don't know its even there

But one or two of us do
And we seek to understand it
As we abandon conformity to unmask it

We see not just black and white
Nor just color instead we see shades of dread
Knowing even the young have a hanging date

Only we few realize there is more than senses can perceive
More than simply what one heart can feel
Yet all of it is just as real

Monsters linger in the dark
Their faces, oh their faces
They be not hideous or mean

Somberly they bear the faces of those we hold dear
And though they don't talk, silently they scream
For love for hate and for gods' sake

They seek not refuge, nor indiscriminate armistice
Committing horrors in the day's bright light
It is here that they are exquisite

But its hardly so in the dark
For here they whimper, here they cry
Grieving the scars of their loving wounding mark

The only kindness they'll ever know
Is the open heart of a child with a devious smile
Together they'll play in the shadows sleepily

Frightening isn't it?
How far a child's heart can reach

For you see there are even fewer of us
Who retain our child's eyes

Those who do need not read farther
They alone know who wrote the lyric and keeps the barter

And they need not ask for a name to be given
I laugh at your elderly ignorance

It is I!
With the twinkling eyes and the freckled cheeks
It is I!

Don't watch for you'll be amazed by our hideous feat
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