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  Dec 2024 lizie
Abbott J Hardison
Everything is great!
Working a little slow,
As it is the holidays.
Just letting you know,
Everything is working out.
Thank you all for your work, this is a dream come true. The poem is already so beautiful, I love the way all of your work melds together into this. As always, if you would like to join this effort, please write one to five lines and either email them to me at hardisonabbott@gmail.com or private message me on here. If you chose to submit more than one line, I cannot guarantee that all of them will be used aside from one. Please keep all submissions free of x rated language or references as I want all of this site's users to be able to read this. The same goes for any instances of, racism, sexism, religious discrimination, extreme violence, or any other derogatory statements or references. You may write anything about coping with/fighting against these things though. I haven't had a problem with this yet, but I want to keep it that way. Please include your name/pen name in your submission that way I can credit you. Do not copy lines from other works such as other poems that are not yours, books that are not yours, or movies that are not yours. Unless of course, you have consent from the author. I do not want anyone getting upset that their work was used without consultation. Steer free from AI generated content, I won't check for it, but please keep it original. I want to hear your voice, not chat GPT's. This is all for now, if you have any questions please email me or private message me, thank you all for your support! <3
lizie Dec 2024
the vacuum hums,
and i feel it in my chest—
a restless kind of anger,
like a match about to strike.

maybe it’s because the sound
reminds me of yelling,
of my mom’s voice tearing
through the air like it had teeth.
when i hear it now,
i want to scream back,
but there’s no one here to blame.

the only time i can stand it
is when my hands are on the handle,
when i’m in control of the noise.
maybe that’s the metaphor:
it’s not the sound,
but the power to make it stop.
lizie Dec 2024
the snow falls, but it doesn’t stay
even december can’t make me whole again
lizie Dec 2024
the space between us
isn’t just miles—
it’s the stories i can’t tell you in person,
the way your laugh feels quieter
when it’s filtered through a screen.

i wonder if you ever think about
how different things used to be,
when we could share a joke
and feel it echo between us,
not get lost in the distance.

friendship shouldn’t be this fragile,
but sometimes i worry—
how much longer can we hold on
when even time zones pull us apart?
nobody understands how much i miss you, sar
lizie Dec 2024
??
is everyone else broken like me,

just better at hiding it??



or is everyone else okay,

except for me??
lizie Dec 2024
the snow falls gently from the sky
as if whispering its secrets
each flake a miracle
but none of them stay

they land, then vanish
melting into nothing
like promises forgotten
like moments we couldn’t hold

school is done for the year
but the days slip away too quickly
and the snow reminds me
not all miracles are meant to last
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