If I do have wisdom,
Why can’t I recognize?
And if I don’t know that it’s wisdom,
Well... am I even wise?

I watch you write,  
your pen flowing like a river,  
each word a current
that pulls me under.  
I am ensnared in your story,  
captivated and lost
in the beautiful, broken
and hurting depths of you.

©️Lizzie Bevis

After years of tears
Posing as pointless pity
Dug despair a grave

People are like leaves
Some have been stepped on
And some have just fallen
Some have been taken by a child and cherished
And some left on the bottom of the leaf pile
Forgotten

People are like leaves
So different from each other
Some older
Some younger
Different shapes and sizes
Colors mixed together

People are like leaves
Some are misshapen and not picked up
And some are declared beautiful and get straightened in a book

We and are the dreamily stage
and now its bad unkept leftovers,
The town stage has been frozen
and lost forever in her maze.

Sun claws to surface spitting dirt,
That sweet girl like strawberry yoghurt
never took to eyes that never flirted
your words as friend asserted.

Break the golden vase upon my chest
always a kindly breath of a guest
a final spectre of a past event,
let go as gentle beach kindly flows.

A brick cracks through concrete.
walking through the city and its places.
swan with a frown and I imagine a gown
gorgeous skin came from which she sown.

A gift that sparkles in city lights.
like xmas trees in December nights,
Dazzling eyes and gorgeous skin,
Pale like the typical English,
but radiates like a burning fire,
the red of clasping barbed wire,
an angel spawned into mortal flashes
more than worthy of the moon's blesses.
My bones free of Anathema's heresy.

You make me a believer.

White, black, green, and red,
Waving a flag.
Let the world know
There is a right to be alive—
The people of Palestine have,
In their own olive land.

It crawls
It stalls
It falls

Truth, buried deep
Lucid, asleep
Answers to keep
A journey, steep

Reverse time
Unwound rhyme
Lies to dine
Answers to find

It's there, everything you seek
These obfuscations reek
Behind the expressions of the meek
A spectacle, disillusion the weak

Dig
Dig
Dig

It's there, just waiting
Truth, casually abating
Under a pile of consecrating
The explanation not stating

So close
So lost

Go deeper!
I can't say more