Honor, I wear a discotheque
Like, a clown's first dance
Integrity, comes for permission, wicked
Opinion, salt and pepper on an egg, is a demon's problem

Little more, than a thank you
Sassafras, is no hap's ecstasy
In the proud and angry due...
We made a frank photograph, your drunk intimacy...

Is a pardoned stare, at faerie tales
Meant upheld, upheaval is a wager
Of a world, with no clash with vice fail's
Proper though, in the name of fate's mere

Mercy, with an extra shirt
Ready for a pant's relent, regret
In an unescapable kiss, of hurt
And possessing quaintness, we are the boding let...

Witness the gasp...
Of a spirit, erudite to a finish
Of levity, long before callous can ask
Is it all right, to wink at liberty's wish?

life gets so busy
and hard to control
so you continue your absences
you’re on a streak, on a roll

5, 6, 7, 8
does this effect my fate?

I know the answer, I know the truth
i always say I’ll work on it
ive said it since my youth

it becomes a hassle
a tough way to live
but you chose this life,
“oh what I’d give!”

but now you’re stuck
hanging by a thread
and your time is consumed by this
and the thoughts in your head

you can’t remember the last time you went to get coffee with your mom
or the last time you held sand in your palm
by the ocean waters, feeling the breeze
but now you’re here, killing yourself for your dream
and all you can do is remind yourself to breathe
and think of the things you want to achieve

push past your body’s limit
and start a new day
with affirmations
that don’t feel the same
as when you started to say them
you recite them anyway

scrunch your toes in your sneakers
and ballet slippers
my contemporary socks
and **** in my stomach,
under my tights and over my liver

the baby pink
so soft and sweet,
your teachers tell you “better turnout, is what you need”

sing to the radio
in your mother’s car
she takes a risk
and drives you so, so far
but god knows
your feelings are tightly kept
under your bed
in a glass jar.

they rot and rot away
until you open them up
and spill them into your notes app
or onto a blank sheet of lined paper

With every step,  
hold me close,  
as desire lights
our intense fire.
My beating heart  
will seek and find,  
your leading soul,  
body and mind.  

©️Lizzie Bevis

Of course, eye candy
Had in a rise of temptation
With somber welcome, is rage handy?
Brazen and tender, is dancing a nation?

Compare ours to us...
Requited anarchy, with a moment
To tell hatred to take a bus
Cross town, when we know cope is silent...

Night
And the being start to something better
Shake your pass, or keep your house light's on, right?
If we stake a claim, on our sleepy whether?

Another rainbow with a pet pity...
Sick or spit, a smile at you...
Waiting on your color, lady liberty
Have we accepted truth, as a key to simpler futures?

Where a fire in opuses heart, is my fruition
Ten fingers and ten toes, with adding imagination
I see the prophecy, in a dance with intuition
That you left to integrity, for yourself; soap and patience

Hear the wind
See the breeze billow out the curtain as I sit listening to soft jazz
It seems the music and curtain dance in the midst of it all, swinging and swaying
Sound moves all things
Or though they say

Thoughts meander with sound and light
Crescendos as lightning strikes the tree in the horizon
Light pierces darkness
Only to light the flame of the candle, once again in the night

To all the boys, we're going out for a night,
Toss a coin to say we're just chasing tail tonight
But we always have to keep a heads up, for when
You probably get denied by a dime, twice this night

As we’re drinking like it's the end of a movie scene-
Waiting for our eyes to fall to black, we could barely see

Unfortunately, I caught my teeth in the skin of heat,
And I tell you- it wasn't that wise to try and dance;
Hoping to give all my intentions to her eyes chance-
But by a glance, I seen all her friends having a good
Laugh behind my back, all because of my two left feet

I want to move so I do it in silence
2am dance party
empty dead house, electric mind

Maybe one day you'll see my soft underbelly
Maybe I'll always prefer the shell

But, blooming in hope, I whisper
I can wait forever until you're ready
to put opaqueness to your translucent form
In the meantime

Just give me a glass of that sweet ambrosia
and I'll move forever
swaying on the gods' dancefloor