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l i z a Jun 2015
Words to describe yours
I can't think of just one
Because even if I could
I doubt it would be enough
To explain the way
Feelings are conjured up
From deep within
Each word read becomes
From writer to reader
An emotion given
I may not be the best poet
But I can feel and write
Share how I sigh when
I'm triggered by your lines
Your diction and flow
Your metaphors and tone
The way you take symbols
And make them all your own
I can't describe such beauty
With only one or two words
Every emotion expressed
Makes me yearn for more
l i z a Jun 2015
Illusions are all I have
And all I need to be
Awake I imagine
When I sleep, I dream
Of perfect symmetry...
old poem
l i z a Jun 2015
It changes with different lights
Yet it seems to stay the same.
A yellow wallpaper
With patterns of numerous waves
Its ugliness mocks me at night
With its lines traced defiantly
Without symmetry, guidance
And it's curves committing suicide
If you stare at it long enough
You begin to see shapes or figures
Ones that look like silenced faces
With hopeless eyes wanting escape.
They speak to me in whispers
They become louder in time
I don't know what they're saying
My mind lead on by curiosity
The paper became my prison
I was trapped behind the walls
No one believes it, but me
No one sees the eyes, just me.
I hate the yellow, I hate the paper
I hate it on the wall together
But it intrigues me, calls me
In a sense it needs me...
I can't let it win, I must take it down.
Off the walls they go, I tear it all
The yellow wallpaper no longer one piece
I tear it down and set us all free.
after reading the yellow wallpaper
l i z a Jun 2015
Once I made a wish as a kid
To lose time because it was all I had
Time crept slowly without progress
I just wanted the loneliness to pass.
In middle school, I wrote a poem
One 'bout time being lost.
Hours and days almost wasted
But I still felt too young.
Am I still too young?
Frozen in time?
While watching years
Themselves fly on by?
I feel like I'm stuck in a room
Simply staring at the ceiling
Been here so long that I haven't
Enjoyed life much as a human being.
I'm still siting in that room
Watching time pass by more
As I only write letters endlessly
To the outside world.
repost of an old poem i wrote a few years back
l i z a Jun 2015
Shinning stars surround you,
Yet you're still brighter than them
People claim that you're imperfect
But they just haven't met you yet.
You bring hope in my life
When darkness surrounds
You recreate all my dreams
Erase all the doubts
And when I feel weak
Tired from running all the miles
I simply look up to you
Just to see your beautiful smile
You bring the best out of my element
Almost like it's meant to be
Even the Sun can't cause a fire
Like the one you cause in me.
l i z a May 2015
I can’t tell why you smile like that
it does something I can’t track
and like a magnet set to attract
you have me wanting to come back

cool as ice, sweet like the caramel
in the coffee you serve so well
I remember the first time I fell
I smile often hoping you can tell

tell me how you feel about all this
the thought of us going out, the bliss
it’s always on my mind, I often wish
you’d be one to ask for a first kiss.

I’ll be hoping for the day it is love
if one day, you decide to come
but if it ends being not enough
I guess I’ll have to let it be done.

the chances, all I need is one.
l i z a May 2015
blowing things out of proportion

my ***

i say things as calmly as i can

but still, i share my thoughts, express my feelings

being real

there’d still be a problem because
nobody cares how uncomfortable it feels

just how uncomfortable it feels 

for them to have to deal

with me being honest wit how i feel.
"wit" is meant to be spelled like that here, "my ***" makes sense only if you the type to use it whenever expressing, repeating statements you know are false.
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