Liz Anne

Liz Anne Jan 2013

I'm a little buzzed
A little loose
I'm seeing too big
And writing too odd
But I need a little
Want a little more
Freedom
Of thought
I like the way
Lightness and misery
Intermingle, interweave
Makes me wish I could stay
Running in my mind
Not running out of time
I don't need to be tipsy
I don't need to be odd
But I'm finding
A sip of *****
Is easier than being
A fraud

Liz Anne Dec 2012

Losing a Bit of Sky

My mind doesn't go dark anymore
Thoughts don't turn to you and lost faith
Watching the sky I don't see the horizon
I am hills contentedly lost in starry space
The farther I reach the longer my arms
This is the end of living with a callous hate
I've found the last loose bit of string
This time I promise to tie it off and not scream
And with all I think I finally have, I haven't got
One kindred, star-shaped thing
Soft-crested stone they call mountains
I've seen deeper valleys than my newfound
Desert can dream, the stars say I'm losing
Fingertips beyond my reach
I haven't decided yet if it really does
Mean everything to me

Liz Anne Dec 2012

Because Bleach is Easier Than Bullets

A glass of fabric softener to begin the evening
Followed by a sick-scented bleach chaser

Just another Facebook fascination
A text or two to say goodbye or *******

What's the honest response to hearing the lost?
To knowing a scream when you see it in the silence?
When the distance is ever-wide between the two?

Each of us is living in a world where bleach cost money
But laundry and loneliness have always been free

Liz Anne Nov 2012

Notes on a Flight

I dream of flying
Like swimming the water-less sky
Window after window
Windows too vast
To capture in one flit of my eye
So vast
So wide
I want them open
Leap and swim, Peter Pan
You never know until
The great white moth
Flees north of the night
More stars shine from below
So far
So far below
Than could ever fill the sky
Light after light
Too artificial light
And every window and portal I'd open
Is sealed impossibly tight

Liz Anne Nov 2012

Cigarette Ash

Rain falling
Like a long ago lover
I ran from
In favor of deeper
Grey earth valleys
And air dully filled
With the scent of
Warm wet concrete

If he was new
I'm an old, old soul

This one is another
Dripping face under an eave
I prefer to be
Where I can feel
Cool winter pain

"Mind if I?"

"I didn't know
You smoked."

"I don't."

But

Marlboro

Reminds me
Something of home.

Liz Anne Nov 2012

le temps et l'écart

Some say they can feel
The passing of time
But all I know is
I've got the whole sky
A hundred thousand years
To stretch my mind
I'll never lose
The battles I don't fight
Even so I won't live a day
Past that honest lie
One day hopefully
She'll help you see
She's your everything
I wouldn't try to be
I pray you'll find her
Watching me lose everything
That's keeping me from flight

Liz Anne Nov 2012

Here is Home

I have exhausted the cradle I never meant to rock
Wooden legs are tried and sore

Slipping and spinning my bruised ankles
I didn't want to but if your knees scraped you'd cry too

I don't remember now, just who taught me
To tie my shoes the child-like way I still do

In a certain slant of home-spun light I can taste black ice
Did you learn to drive with tears in your eyes?

Was there hope or fear in your heart
When your last day home arrived?

It couldn't have been easy, I barely passed by
Even the dusty stars on my ceiling couldn't make me stay

Intuition never made me falter
I hope it won't forget to help me fade away