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Lizzy Love Nov 2015
If you simply dedicate,
you can easily create,
a feeling so innate...
a continuous loving state.
Lizzy Love Nov 2015
A boy walks down the sidewalk,
a cigarette in one hand.
His eyes transfixed up ahead,
Where the girl of his dreams stands.

She puts a flower in her hair,
as she breathes in the fresh, spring air.
Unaware of the coming fate,
she starts walking, for now she's late.

His chest tightens with each step now,
realizing the girl has moved on.
The boy decides to keep his vow,
'til her love for him has dawned.

Years go by, and as we know,
the two continued to grow.
She's a woman, and he's a man
when their story truly began.

On that same sidewalk that was the track
that kept the two apart,
the two collided, walking opposite ways.
On their journey, they soon would embark.

Now they walk hand in hand
down that sidewalk every day.
Gleaming a love oh, so grand,
"Sheer perfection!" some would say.

Shortly after, love spread terribly thin,
for now they cared for their very own kin.
Two girls and two boys, and a dog in the mix,
left both lovers looking for a quick, happy fix.

She turned to a bottle of wine, a chat with a friend,
He turned to pathetic lies, and kissing women.
Both continued on for a year, or for a few.
Little did he think, all of his actions she knew.

She stayed strong and honest, despite all the lies.
Holding the family together, all day and all night.

Eventually, the chaos slowed down.
As kid by kid moved to a new town.
The lovers finally got a last chance,
to give their old love another glance.

She corked up the wine,
and hung up the phone.
He started to decline
all the women he'd known.

They started out small,
realizing not to compare
their personal faults,
and the who, what, and where's.

After a week, they held pinkies.
By a month, palm to palm.
He'd hold her small body,
Changing chaos to calm.

It is now decades later,
and the two are still strong.
You've seen no love greater,
after so much had gone wrong.

Love may not always feel very good,
and sometimes it's painfully misunderstood...
It takes commitment and patience,
and can bring agents of temptation.

And as he would say:
"LOVE, is worth the wait.
LOVE, is worth the weight."
*So, which choice will you make?
Lizzy Love Oct 2015
My bed is so warm
with a feather down blanket.
Why must I get up?

Today, a new day.
With the cool, crisp autumn air.
And some crunchy leaves!

Enjoy the weather,
for soon it will be winter,
and much, much colder!

Then you will befriend
that blanket and snooze button
with a stronger grasp!

Just play some music,
place your feet on the carpet,
start to sing and dance!

Soon the birds will join,
as the sun begins rising.
Let lethargy fade!

Eyes fully awake,
very grateful for today's
opportunities!

I hope everyone
has a splendidly great one.
Do something awesome!
© Lizzy Collins
Lizzy Love Oct 2015
A fearless soul,
Filled with passion.
A love for her family,
So strong, try to imagine.

It's broader than the galaxy,
Would drive some to insanity,
But not my mom,
As you will see...

She speaks her truth,
Without a doubt.
Never appearing aloof,
Day in and day out.

She is persistent,
"For the squeaky wheel gets the grease"
And also consistent,
"K-I-S-S, Keep It Simple, Stupid"

And as tough as she seems,
Beneath her petite stature,
She is the mother of dreams,
Intentions clean cut, and so pure.

Words can scarcely express
Her fundamental role.
With her, we coalesce,
Making our family a whole.
I love you, Mom! xo

© Lizzy Collins
Lizzy Love Oct 2015
What a shock it is
to finally feel,
after what seems like years,
of hiding these tears.

Alcohol, nicotine, and THC
blind me to what I need to see.
I am hurting, I am wounded.
My thoughts are not fluid.

It simply used to be
if I just stayed busy
the thoughts would go.
But little did I know...

They stayed where they were,
and they festered and grew,
until it seems there's no cure
to the pain that I knew.

But now I have run
out of things to do.
Though it won't be fun,
this pain, I must undo.
Flashback poem from 2013
© Lizzy Collins
Lizzy Love Oct 2015
On these frosty mornings,
I sip on black coffee
and gaze at the dawning.
Today's a new journey.

I take one more sip,
let the heat warm my digits.
Boots laced for a trip,
toes feeling less frigid.

Crunching blades of grass
sound like porcelain glass,
as shattered, frosty dew
covers the tops of my shoes.

I look back at my footprints,
tracing my chosen path.
And I realize, they're just hints
of the impact one does hath.

In that moment, I decided
that my path was quite misguided.
The pilot of my wanderings
was nothing but rubber and strings!

So I sat on the ground
and untied my laces.
My purpose newfound
with barefooted paces!

Yes, my toes were quite cold,
but I didn't care.
My feet no longer soled,
my mind's fully aware.

Now I choose my own way,
with no feelings of dismay.
My soles are a la carte,
and my soul is full of heart.
© Lizzy Collins
Lizzy Love Oct 2015
It is easier to dislike,
to hate,
to hide,
than it is to realize
YOU are the reason
that curve,
crooked tooth,
or scar,
are deemed flaws.

Accept your responsibility
as a creative being.
Adapt your perception
to one of appreciation.

That curve...
is from giving life.
That crooked tooth...
helps you whistle.
That scar...
tells a story.

Love your flaws,
they make you, you.
Release some guffaws,
as perception you redo!
© Lizzy Collins
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