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Liz Anne Jan 2012
To every
          small gain
To every
          choice made
To every
          hasty negative
To every
          love chased
To every
          life lived
Liz Anne Jan 2012
Falling

                   is
                                  only
                                                 so

Free

                              as finding
                                                                        all the things

"We"

                               couldn't
Be
Liz Anne Jan 2012
The leaves are changing, can't you see?
Each new shade turns my heart
And brings me back to the me I used to be

I miss the trees' leaves of green
Effervescent colors of life around me
The tousle of falling emerald locks
In the brief and gentle passing breeze

Evergreens and pines flourish in the chill
Beauty, I find, gives little piece of mind
When needles fall, just dreams withal

I miss the northern mountains' touch
The way the streets climb close behind
Mystery and mischief just a break-away
Yet never revealing the secret of youth's fall

Scarlett trees remind me of pain gained
From joyous memories distorted by pain
But love remains, in hues of pinkish stains
Liz Anne Jan 2012
Pain escapes his eyes and stains his cheeks
Does she know what she's causing by fighting the end?
Doctor smiles wide to shake my hand
I hate that I feel rude not smiling back
He asks again how long (not long now)
There is a dusty cobweb on the ceiling
I've never noticed it before, must've always been there
Nurse fidgets with some papers and bottles
Questions asked, doctor jokes and laughs too loud
Irrational voice in my head hates her
One room dying, another crying, in a heavy house
Thick and tired air between us and he is falling into it
Only seen him cry three times
Once for fate
Once for her
Now for himself

         I never realized how bad the front door sticks
                   Must've always used the back
Liz Anne Dec 2011
Snow glows like moonlit tears.

Smoke halos caress wild children.

I often think the moon glows with a serpentine smile.

Only savages live with vacant securities.

Dust cloud angels stain the frozen melodies.

If they invited you in could you risk losing the day?

Wander Haight and squander your fixes.

Haloed sinners purge peace from smoke and snow.

How now, dear friend, are your rich man's worries?

Toil relieves turmoil when smoke and song share.

Demons and devils to the ordinary man's struggles.

Only angels share fumes and folly to give us spring's bloom.


Not every able young man will last the winter.
Liz Anne Dec 2011
My knuckles sting
From an icy gust of lovers lost

Calloused are my palms
That gave up their soft beauty
To a beautifully temporary green

Nails short or jagged
Sometimes they cut and bleed
A snag between your skin and mine
Not all of my ventures bring me peace

Small and stubby fingers
Thin bones just below the skin
Overused muscles and tight tendons
My hands are ugly and they often ache
They are broken --but they serve me well.
Liz Anne Dec 2011
Do you see it?

                                                                                                                                                                          It’s coming.

It’s just a glimmer now.

                                                                                                                                                        But it’s getting closer.

Here it comes.

                                                                                                                                                Straight from the horizon.

Faster, it’s getting faster.

                                                                                                                                                   And brighter, too bright.

Much louder now.

                                                                                                                                                   Must be a noisy coming.

It’s almost here.

                                                                                                                                                          Are you ready for it?

I don’t think I ever could be.

                                                                                                                                                                               Too late.

I know.

                                                                                                                                                                              -Because-

-Its-

                                                                                                                                                                             -Already-

                                                                                         HERE
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