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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.
Peace
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.
7-28-18
Lyz Elysian Jul 2018
I have felt
panic
in places of peace.
I can't always
know
when people see me.
For who I
am
is not what I seem.
And who I will
be
is all but a dream.
I want to know
you
all the rips in the seam.
I want to
sate
all the places you seethe.
If you'll let me
in
baby life will be cream.
We will rise to the
top
Just believe me you'll see.
  Jul 2018 Lyz Elysian
E. E. Cummings
your little voice
                    Over the wires came leaping
and i felt suddenly
dizzy
     With the jostling and shouting of merry flowers
wee skipping high-heeled flames
courtesied before my eyes
                             or twinkling over to my side
Looked up
with impertinently exquisite faces
floating hands were laid upon me
I was whirled and tossed into delicious dancing
up
Up
with the pale important
                          stars and the Humorous
                                                  moon
dear girl
How i was crazy how i cried when i heard
                                            over time
and tide and death
leaping
Sweetly
          your voice
Lyz Elysian Jul 2018
Reveries,
and silent dreams,
of which I wake from when I sleep.
If I dream,
if I don't just lean into thoughts
that knot up my stomach like strings,
of frail thin hair from a pale little girl
who sat on the floor.
Passively watched the world,
and it's hard to understand when you
can't feel things.
And it's hard to count stars when you're
staring at your ceiling.
It's hard to love your angel kisses when
you've never had wings.
It's hard to leave everything behind
when it's all you've ever known.
All you thought was kind.
But was harsh,
like bark of the oak
that you fell from.
The scrapes and the scar from the
branch that you broke off,
will fade.
Things change,
like the skins the snakes shed off,
I will scream out my pain,
I will change.
Lyz Elysian Jul 2018
Ill and fleeting imperfections
Lily petaled plant dissections
Action wrought of flawed intention,
Trying to work this broken invention.
Be close to me and I'll give,
You can break me and I'll live,
You can breathe and give me more
Than a reason to be here.
As of now my heart beast solely alone,
One arm strokes my own,
And my skin shivers because
It longs to touch something real.
And feel a life sated in more
Than the endless apathy
It kindly reaches out to lay the seeds.
It needs,
But it does not know how to not flee
From the answer.
Not to flinch into the cancer.
I hope there's a lantern
To guide us to the brightness,
We will see the whiteness
Of the moon,
Maybe someday we'll finally be free.
If that happens
Will you meet me?
Apres moi le deluge
As long as I will just have you.
Lyz Elysian Feb 2018
I am not an estimation,
I live off of variation.
Don't put me in your connotations.
Leave me off your tongue.

I coat things in lamination,
Keep them though I cannot save them.
I eat things past expiration,
Though they make me sick.

I have blurred periphery,
The world, at once too much to see.
The Earth needs a mastectomy
To **** away the cancer.

We think we'll make a legacy,
When all we do is die and breathe.
They want nature to take a knee,
Things may get explosive.

We are the children of the ******,
The soldiers shipped away to wars,
Conglomeration CEOs,
We loathe the place from which we're born.

Laying out, fermented, bruised.
We curse the tree which let us loose.
The rotten fruits which once were new,
Have stained the kitchen table.
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