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Liz Devine Jan 2017
My eyes are bleeding
and my head is on fire
tossing and turning between the sheets

praying for resistance --
praying for mercy
screaming for Advil.
Liz Devine Jan 2017
I lay awake and try to think of a time before I loved you,
try to imagine what it felt like
before your heart made a home inside of mine
and the whole of the universe came together

Closing my eyes,
I feel sad
for the girl I was then -- so long ago
but sometimes it feels like yesterday
and its lurking too close
for me to truly forget

Fate is always waiting for me to roll the die.
Liz Devine Jan 2017
I am the wolf,
vicious, terrified, and unkind
softly licking my wounds
howling up high towards mother moon.
Liz Devine Jan 2017
What if I wanted to admit something,
searching within myself
for an excuse to unravel the truth
to put down on paper how I pull the first thread

What If  I were braver?
unaffected by your ears and voices
your brash, unwavering opinions
be completely free from the cares of your judgment

What if I were louder?
Screaming and shouting
my love from all of the rooftops
and top floors of
the tallest towers in NYC
then everyone could finally hear my voice

I can be big
wild and dream freely
alone in my room
hidden and out of sight
from the peering eyes of the world
the cruelty of the world, aghast
leaving my mouth agape

But I had better try
because if not now --
when?

All in due time
and the time is now.
Liz Devine Jun 2016
You saw her in your dreams
Black hair
Eyes as blue as shallow water
With a pink bow resting upon;
Her angelic, little head

You saw her before you knew what was real
You dreamed her before you ever knew the truth

She came into being years ago
When your heart grew hard
And your words fell silent
That’s when she was born

She watched you turn your head towards the sky
Filled with white, head loud with trains

She felt you let her go
But she never left you
Stayed and waited,
For the dust to settle
And your heart to open

Baby girl, looks up at you
And knows exactly where you’ve been
Chose to be with you
For nothing else;
But pure sweet love.
Liz Devine Aug 2015
I can't stop
thinking about
the way you touch me
fingers, moving slowly
intentionally
across the small of my back

Your voice runs rampant
in my mind
moves through all
of the dark caves
and shady graves
bringing light to a cloudy day

It makes me feel good
inside of my body
from finger tips
to my toes
filling my body whole
with light that is
both bright and sound

Your tongue
caresses me gently
seeking and finding
all of the things I try to hide
I cannot wait
until you dip inside
Liz Devine Apr 2015
I'm living under boxes again
surrounded by the reminder
that my life is so small
all of my things,
packed up neatly
and then sloppily
a perfect divide of attention

I only feel clear,
only when things are gone
and away from my fiending mind
I sit alone in my room
and feel a little more at home

The cat sits, too
on and around my lap
nuzzeling up against me sweetly
with out a care in the world

I'm moving again
to a new home
one with a bright, new beginning
sitting beneath a train,
with a half view of the smoggy city.
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