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Lyz Elysian Jul 2020
Has fallen
For so long
In my mind
It's been
All the feeling
Deep inside

To feel
What burns so
For weakness
Is a hard
Fault to

I choke
I just
Dont want
To be
My heart is
Sore from
From itself

I dont want
To live
On the shelf
So lonesome
My china
Skin will
And my paint
Will fade
In the
  Apr 2020 Lyz Elysian
Sylvia Plath
It happens. Will it go on? ----
My mind a rock,
No fingers to grip, no tongue,
My god the iron lung

That loves me, pumps
My two
Dust bags in and out,
Will not

Let me relapse
While the day outside glides by like ticker tape.
The night brings violets,
Tapestries of eyes,

The soft anonymous
Talkers: 'You all right?'
The starched, inaccessible breast.

Dead egg, I lie
On a whole world I cannot touch,
At the white, tight

Drum of my sleeping couch
Photographs visit me-
My wife, dead and flat, in 1920 furs,
Mouth full of pearls,

Two girls
As flat as she, who whisper 'We're your daughters.'
The still waters
Wrap my lips,

Eyes, nose and ears,
A clear
Cellophane I cannot crack.
On my bare back

I smile, a buddha, all
Wants, desire
Falling from me like rings
Hugging their lights.

The claw
Of the magnolia,
Drunk on its own scents,
Asks nothing of life.
Lyz Elysian Apr 2020
I am made of fractal dust
My ashen skin will turn to rust
My insides surely will combust
We all end up in pieces
Arrange them into different shapes
To forms we shall appreciate
We are not built to really hate
But we do have the talents
Let me cry my diamond tears
As I chase away my fears
And let me analyze my years
To find out who I am now
Or where to go from now on
Which path to shine my light upon
The courage now to face the dawn
I swear I'll get there someday
Written 3-9-20
Lyz Elysian Apr 2020
My mechanical pencil lead keeps breaking, and somehow it feels like a metaphor for my life
Lyz Elysian Mar 2020
Parodies of ourselves
We are
Walking perfection
Aren't we?
We are
These careful little
We are
Propped up
On strings
We do all
The right things
And we
Dance like
We're supposed to

What if I dont want to?
Lyz Elysian Feb 2020
Often there is ecstasy in pain
It lures us like we're insects to a flame.
Though thousands die
We never learn,
And for some sick reason crave the burn.
It is our nature, though we may fail,
For divine humor we prevail.
To learn from the past
Is a complex endeavor,
But to walk through fire
Is what we all do together.
Pardon my broken rhymes as my journal welcomes me back from my period of creative neglect.
Lyz Elysian Apr 2019
I need to remember my Gods are by my side,
I'll be a lonely bite of truth in this belly full of lies.
For this game is never won,
All our bets are not forsaken.
The endless odds will one day rise,
And we'll leave the system shaken.
Is never permanent,
Not all of us are cool with it.
We'll write our dying testaments
In suicides and percocets.
With flaming wings we say our vows
And down into the sea we drown.
They're testing us,
We **** around,
We lose ourselves with every round.
They make us sit and take their tone.
They make us thing that we're alone.
If not, we'll break their ******* bones,
They dont want our freedom because they know.
We'll show them we wont ever be owned.
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