elizabeth

Feb 2017

S Olson

-- when I have the tenderness of a writhing dragon,
he will paint flowers across my throat

as though to remind me that fires are indelicate,
and that I writhe in a prison made of open space.
-- this man will not smother me with his skin
when we sleep.
-- this man will unhinge the door of my mouth,
and kiss out the bullets stuck under my tongue.
---
whatever thousandth day I awaken beside this man,
realizing I have become the flowers he painted
across my throat, by braving my throat,

I will, unchaining myself from the draconic worry,
bring him his coffee in bed, with a smile.

Feb 2017

Star Gazer

Don't Fall In Love With A Poet

He will conceal his emotions in sugar coated words
He will know of your beauty before he even sees it
He worries for romance rather than bees and birds
And he will be insecure about acne and zits
So his confidence isn't exactly alluring.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
He will let his words rain like blood on a river
Diluting all that is left of clear purity.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
Because he will not know how to fall out of it,
He will bury himself in an abyss
That is heartbreak.
He will surround himself
with tales of heartbreaks and heroism,
tales of company and parties
when he is actually still lonely.

Don't fall in love with a poet
He will tell you of your beauty
And as much as he knows it
He will tell you of your perfection.

Don't fall in love with a poet
His words will break
And he definitely knows it
That he will hold himself in heartache.

elizabeth Feb 2017

To The People Of HelloPoetry: About My Poetry

My type of poetry
Is not meant to bring
Joy, happiness, and warm feelings.
It is meant to cause
The hardest of hearts to feel,
The driest of eyes to cry,
And the toughest of men to feel weak.
It is not meant to be read aloud;
It is meant to be read while
You are alone at night, crying
Because you are tired.
It is meant to let you know
That someone else out here
Feels your pain and knows what it's like.
It is meant to break you down
And help you build yourself
Up again because you are strong.
You will make it through this.
You'll make it through
Because deep down,
You know you aren't searching
For poems about depression
Late at night because you want
Inspiration to **** or hurt yourself.
No.
You want to know someone else
Out there in this cruel
******* world understands.
You want to know someone cares,
And that someone else feels the pain.
You want to know it gets better,
That there is in fact a light
At the end of the tunnel.
And let me tell you,
I struggle too.
Most days, I can't see that light,
That faint residue of hope.
But that's okay.
Because it's the journey that counts.
And you and I
Are on this journey together.

February 24, 2017.
Everyone struggles. Everyone goes through the pain of life. Some of us have it worse off than others, and that's okay. Because we all have the same strength. It's not about being weak or not, it's about having the ***** to get back up and try your hardest to make it a better day. And I know you can do it. It's been hard for me the past few years, what with battling my depression and also dealing with some minor PTSD, panic attacks, and the like. But I'm still here. I have bad days, and worse days, just like everyone else- but I'm still here. And that's what counts.
It will get better, I know it will. Just believe in yourself, even when no one else does. Because one day, you will be able to stand up tall and say "I did it. I made it. I've won."
Stay strong, everyone.
Much Love,
Liza.