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spent the longest day
in the shortest possible time.

slept.
This day
unlike all the other days and yet so
similar in so many ways
splays out before me.
Outside the door
free,
unencumbered except by blessings which
I number one to where they go on
and
under the Sun makes a good change from
being under the gun.

I am being spun into thread,silver and led
to a meet on a street unlike all the other streets and
yet
so similar,
unfamiliar but I've been here before,
peculiar,
but I know well the door where
outside I'm free.
I have eaten red stars for breakfast,feasted on moons and drank comets in cups,
black holes were my doughnuts,quasars my quavers and I never wavered from the thought that
inside me,in front and behind me the universe was there just to blind me from some truths left untold,
I shall eat many more moons before I get old,see stars explode,load lunar eclipses,gallop along the galaxies,expand on my theories and stand on the rooftop of it all,
if I fall it's a long way to go,if I fail it's because the universe won't let me know,won't tell me the truth and that being the case
I will wait on the roof 'til
the end.
 Jun 2014 Lizabeth
splvrry
jane
 Jun 2014 Lizabeth
splvrry
jane called me the lucifer
and she was the young infinite growing
in my arms of steel
so much agony for the stone arms
yet so much love for the sweet words
swinging by her ears like a piano piece
jane jane jane jane jaNEN cvxsasd
 Jun 2014 Lizabeth
JM
Guardian
 Jun 2014 Lizabeth
JM
Heavy limbs, old roots.
Seasonal magnificence.
Mighty Sycamore.
 Jun 2014 Lizabeth
imadeitallup
Blame it on
Your absent father
Your addict mother
Your unexpected children
Blame it on
Anyone, and anything
So you never have to
Take responsibility
For your own actions

It's the whiskey
That hit me
It's my own shards
That tore me apart
It's a malevolent God
That lied about love
'Cause you don't do anything

Blame it on
My fragile psyche
My insecurities
My "impossible" needs
Blame it on
Anyone, and anything
So you never have to
Take responsibility
For what you've done to me

It's the cigarettes
That stole my breath
The weight of my expectations
That broke my trust
The spinning of my own wheels
That drove me into madness
'Cause you don't do anything
Everyone has a **** like this in their life.
 May 2014 Lizabeth
Raj Arumugam
I was at the entrance
of the high-rise apartments
and I phoned my grandma upstairs
and she offered me her instructions:
“Well, Josie…I’m at 354
you got to hit the green, square button
with your elbow
at the entrance where you are;
and I’ll release open the glass doors
and then go to the lift on the right
and punch the button with your elbow
and then get in and punch 3
with your elbow
and then when you are up on 3
look for Unit 54
and punch on its button with your elbow
and I’ll open the door”


“OK, easy, grandma…
But why am I punching all these
buttons with my elbow?”


“What?” my grandma screamed.
*“You mean you are coming empty-handed?”
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