"lillie" poems
It still smells like human iron in your pool.
There's a crack in the concrete where the bullet stopped.
It still smells like human iron by the side of your pool, there's a stain.
I still can't find where that bullet went.
I always thought that your "love" of the higher life was overrated.
Nobody ever talked about how great it is to be rich as much as you did.
Even though you talked about it so quietly, most of the time.
You spoke a lot about Daisies.
I'm more of a Lillie type of person.
There are a lot of people in New York, Gatsby. Too many people in New York.
New York only needed you, Gatsby, but it looks like New York didn't want you anymore.
That's not sad though, is it?
Carraway's book is like gold. I bookmarked eight of my favorite pages in it with yellow cigarettes. I'm too afraid to smoke them.
When your old mansion was bought I expected to see you as a ghost in it,
you weren't there.
That green light across the bay isn't there anymore, it's red now.
I believe I'm sleeping in the same bedroom you once did.
You aren't one of those ghosts that haunt a house, you haunt a human concept of want.
I wish I'd never bought your house.
I'm going to tear this place down. Along with Nick's old place next door.
The memories here in these empty, furniture filled rooms, are unbearable at best.
Of course they're not my memories, but I'd be a familiar person to you if you knew me.
I smash and break things, and then retreat back into my money and vast carelessness.
Farewell Jay Gatsby.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
an aerosol angel with college-ruled wings
and paint stained fingertips
stranded in a sea of pigmentation
lately, she's been feeling out of place
not all compasses point due north
a parrot in a sea of sharks
who's never learned to sail
they're selling tickets to the shit-show on the shore line
catch the half priced sunday matanee
save the date
a trapeze ******* with a choke hold on the universe's coat tails
tap dancing through star charts and love poems at the pace of lightning's strike
some failures just have to be public
if lessons are to be learned
the prettiest ballerinas aren't afraid to fall
she's learned the hard way to find beauty in skinned knees
strength in stubbed toes
and faith in a broken heart
no point in dressing up, honey
prince charming doesn't frequent freak shows
he's an arrogant flake, anyway
her best bet is a strong man
or a fire breather
when looking for a boy to bring home
one man to bare her burdens
and another to scortch the wreckage of what's left
careful what you wish for
butterflies the size of funnel cakes shake her rib cage to pieces
silver confetti on pitted pavement
he looked so handsome beneath the neon lights
horrified and ecstatic all at once
like a lost boy in neverland
scanning the crowd of strangers for any possible princess tiger lillie's
someone to ride alongside on the ferris wheel all night
untill the sheriff shines his flashlight down the path that points them home
alone
but handsome boys know little about matters other than themselves
so she's gotten good at feeling bad
it's time to find a man
someone who can build things instead of just break them
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 3:17 PM UTC
Garden roses
my heart is a bunch of thorns,
Sweet white Lillie
my love is of ornamental peace,
Oh my Aster
the brightest star in the dark,
My sweetest Daisy
so affectionate sweetness of your hope,
These tulips are such
a touch of my purple violence,
For blue Iris
is stuck inside of my shadowy eye,
In this paradise,
please my dearest children, keep away
all of those weeds.
May 10, 2022
May 10, 2022 at 2:39 PM UTC
XVII
Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son,
Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
Help wast a sullen day; what may be Won
From the hard Season gaining: time will run
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
The frozen earth; and cloth in fresh attire
The Lillie and Rose, that neither sow’d nor spun.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,
Of Attick tast, with Wine, whence we may rise
To hear the Lute well toucht, or artfull voice
Warble immortal Notes and Tuskan Ayre?
He who of those delights can judge, and spare
To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
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Looking out a shimmered window, the trees in nature look like a still painting. My mind floats back to a wishful dream. Sun shining, i lay back on a bedrock of flowers, Lillie's, daisy's, roses, tulips, and every other possible flower known to man. In replace of my usual night apparel, upon me lays a silk, light rose, lace flower dress. My hair done into an elegant bun with two strips curled and shimmered, and lay gently upon my cheeks. I look among the scene i have taken place to, My bed of flowers is no more than twenty feet out of where i lay. All around me is the sound of a gentle river flowing. I am upon the river heading away from the luminous sun.
I float along beside separate rivers. Each river seems to have its own destination in mind. Next to me i float along with a young boy in a white silk apparel. He seems relaxed as he lays allowing the sun to lavish his Caramel skin. He's content with where his bed is floating away to, his trail seems to drift toward a tunnel where mine drifts right. i must look confused or worried because he sends a soft smile my way and heads off into the mysterious hole.
Too quickly I'm shaken and taken off guard and i swirl to the right. Suddenly the sun descends and shimmery stars appear. Rising from the north horizon they multiply by a thousand. I notice little flickers of bright light flashing off the side, behind and in front of me. There are tall stacks of green **** growing taller and taller. The flickers of light begin to dance around, now there's thousands of them. I think I'm imagining this till one hits me on the nose. Fireflys! They follow me all through the green tunnel.
Finally i break through and the view is just indescribable. in front of me there's millions of miles of pure gentle water reflecting the moon. My eyes Reach The horizon line, There's a hint of pink beginning to rise. I take one more glance around and lay back and close my eyes. Before i know it the sun is peek high and shinning to brighten each darkened crack. I'm running toward a field of flowers, Firefly's, twinkling stars and love. I wake up once more, in my own bed still wearing the silk gown. Was it a dream? A Mystical Dream.
Jul 7, 2011
Jul 7, 2011 at 7:51 AM UTC
I tried for the last time tonight,
Shes like a waterfall, forever moving forward, unstoppable to any change.
For you to read this, take away one thing, which is never let go of what you think could be the greatest thing in there life, not yours, because maybe just maybe they will return the favor.
I lied saying I was done, ill never be done, just learning to face and deal with the pain. I am the Lillie, travelling, and going no where at the same time. Im content on what happens but am sad as I pass people, places, and things on my travels.
We crossed paths and I never looked back. Your rushing water took me to better places fast, but with every waterfall, you ended abruptly and I fall deep without you. On a bright side I will land on another adventure. Still travelling through life free and beautiful.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
*Transforming lines ever winding in time, embracing fields of Lillie's
Pleasing scents I feel upon my neck, faint brushes of breathe linger
Sensual tastes fill my thoughts, raising temperatures igniting infernos
Pulse races with seductive teasing above wet thighs
Intense intimacy forfills the minds pleasure
Rewarding the bodies desire*
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
Careful she was not to be burnt
for she had seen a fire amidst coldness
Nay, can I avoid it
she approached intense
how many more hugs for warm
no sign of a smile crossed her face.
she loved well, her tender heart
knelt in joy
seen by many and settled For one
how will it be over time
Taught to eat grass over the beauty intense
should I wear feathers for fashion
uniquely transverse afar
my little munching of trickles
she is way class of Lillie's
a mash up of fortune
she bears it all
the bright cling to the hope of muscle gentle immunity
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
The visual arts of a pastel skyline
Shining through the deepest tunnel
Gliding through sun kissed petals
Shift back and forth like an empty rocking chair
No sight of someone sitting there
Why does it rock rock rock to and fro?
There aren't any signs that wind will blow
Green prairie grass following along
As if the world was welcoming you home
After fighting demons centurys ago
The mental beasts came intruding
Empty spaces now a color red instead
Killing useful sleep before I lay my head
An abrupt departure of my Ill mind
Kept asking me to seek of peace
No map will lead me there
Buddhist temples guide me towards the pastel skyline
The starry night
A distant sight of hope
Sparkling crystals in my black wine
Please do not pleed for rainbows
The pretty colors jumping for joy along a timeline
Of my pastel skyline
I am always drowning
For its hard to swallow the color blue
Because of heavy rain
Through years of confinement
The torture of a diseased mind
I found the grass to mock me
Without my blind eyes knowing
A rock rock rocking chair
Begging for me to sit
And dream of pastel skylines
Portraits of crystal stars
Water Lillie's on a white canvas
Drifting down a colored river
Spreading to the open sea
If only I could see
With these weak blind eyes of mine
Then maybe...
I could see me smiling
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
So small in your youth
But you were taken away
At such a young age
What a dreadfull day
Though we never met
Stories I have heard
Now I'll never get the chance
As you've been taken from this world
Blonde hair, blue eyes
The classic family trait
Now gone with the blink of an eye
How can we call this fate
Lifes not fair
Nor is death
You were so full of life
As you took your last breath
These things I've come to see
Of which I dont understand
These unfortunate events
I'm not sure anyone can
Can anyone understand
Why bad things always happen
To the people of least deserving
To even the kindest men
There will never again be a day
That the sun will rise to her
To reveal her smiling face
So full of joy and laughter
2 years and 17 days
Is all the time you had
But all the smiles and joy
For that I am glad
The short time we had you
Was better than none at all
You were held so high and mighty
Why did you have to fall
Death is a strong word
With such a gloomy tone
Even harder it does get
When we lose one of our own
I'll never get to hold you
As you didnt live that long
One day you were here
And the next day you were gone
Accidents happen
And they can rip us apart
And though you're no longer here
You're forever in my heart.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Your sleek ebony feathers
Cascading miles of white
Snow falling with each call for a mate
Piercing through the harsh icy winds
Raven. You're wasting your time
This winter has annihilated your chances
Of ever seeing her again
Your ebony beak now holds ice
Crystallizing your fears
You know death is nipping at you
As your wings of darkness flap
They only postpone this inevitable fate
You too shall fall like autumn leaves
Buried in the weight of winters sorrow
Like the roses and Lillie's you picked
Just for her on spring mornings
You know you're not a winter raven
You're just the last one to find happiness
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
I stand in knee deep water
cold and quickly flowing
I cast my fly back and forth
where the water lillie's growing
Strip the line a few times
no bites so cast again
Take a few steps downstream
and simply rebegin
Fish for a while
no nibbles so change the fly
cast over a stump
bite knocks my bait in the sky
Cast back across
the old rotten stump
strip a few feet of line
and feel a little bump
The fight is on
not much but its fun
a green warmouth
catching fish in the sun
My little yellow fly
really does its job
so many little warmouths
on the stump, in a mob
I caught quite a few
not big enough to eat
so I move along
on a rock, I take a seat
Cool water flowing by
I relax in the sun
cast my lure to a point
I consider being done
One final cast
on the edge of some moss
Twitch my wooly ******
gets hammered by a hoss
she goes on a run
fly line is peeling
I can see the backing
drag is loudly squealing
The fight is truly on
I turn her and begin to reel
flashes or silver and green
she has fight left in her still
Tired out she finally gives up
I reel her to my side
an 8-pound bass, selfie
and I let her go in stride
I didn't catch a lot
but had a blue clear sky
If anybody asks if I caught
I'll say, I went didn't I
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
_If you're looking for a reason not to **** yourself tonight, this can be it._
Sometimes, we feel as if nothing matters.
We all do.
So i made a list of a few of my own reasons,
13 Reasons Why
I'm still alive.
And hopefully you'll change your mind.
Those moments you feel happy, and nothing but lucky.
And you wish nothing will ever change.
I will try my best.
_Reason 6, Lillie_
I might've mentioned it once or twice, this name, person, mind. This is probably one you can't relate to much. But maybe I can make you feel as if it does. I once heard this beautiful voice, that said my name. Well, it wasn't even my actual name. Just a nickname. You said: "Lillie, what you you think?" While you showed me one of your drawings. I was in love within a second. That beautiful voice, that one word never left my mind since. I wish it did though. It's killing me, Like i'm slowly suffocating. Lily's are pretty flowers. But are the dead ones too? Or can't you see that the flowers are turning into dust? Can't you see i'm struggling staying alive just like the flowers? Can't you see you never call me lillie anymore? Can't you see where i'm going?
I'm turning into dust.
You're the reason,
I'm doing this to myself.
So are you the reason,
I'm saving myself.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 7:03 AM UTC
The cyclic seasons give a cause in soul
to view the mortal realm in seasons gone
for winter was our start and is our end
yet ice will always melt with Spring to dawn.
So sweet the Lillie's scent when sun rays win
buds fissure out and eyes of Spring to see
that if undone, the birds of love would sin
as oaks with none a leaf, could call a tree.
Auroral orb sustains and mirrors youth
so raised with graceful red and set to dark
that autumn wings atone and age with truth
so brought by winds to ice and left their mark.
We are mere tourists; in a season's change
so forge and live this well, for none exchange.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC
My head down I do not see around to compare my lawn with yours.
Constantly on knees priming the earth.
Yellow stains form patches to overtake the green
Dig, Pat, water, snip
Yet to take a peak across the street
Pick weeds and plant seeds for regrowth
Flowers dance when the sun sings
Thorns scheme
mow, pat, water, snip
the wind carries the fragrance of her lillie’s
Feet nestled, grass soft in between toes
season change, leaves fall the trees are bare
rake, rake, snip, water
Birds chirp, gray skies and the water over flow
Drowning are the seeds deeply rooted
the wind carries the fragrance of wood burning and marshmallows
Guitars, song, beer, joy
Off of my knees, eyes wide I glare at what we have built.
My grass is natural...it’s real.. It’s perfect
I turn left then right shocked at the site.. All was artificial
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
Your never to far outta reach are you?
I see you, hiding, waiting.
You fallow and keep close just in case you need me to save you, not the other way around.
As I walk among the Lillies you think you blend in like a tiger lillie.
Find someone else to stalk, I always feel your presence like is breathing down my neck.
You say your leaving, but you will always come running back Again.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
The first sign of
daylight dissolved
my good intentions
nothing at all
seamed to shine
every thought fell
into dark water
the sun was
painted grey
my dreams were cold
as distant mountains
and when the death
Lillie's bloom from your
lonely heart and your
love only hears
the cello cry
when your angel walks
with wings of stone
and your daffodils
want to die
meet me here
beneath the
gun metal sky
and you know
everything will
be just fine
follow me
we’ll walk away
our sadness
in the rain …
Clay.M
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 2:01 AM UTC
The lillies you bought me are fading
Our love is pushed away,
Out of sight
You'd rather have a newly sprung rose,
Where the bee's come uninvited
rose adores being the ******
And you join the buzz,
lillie watches from the side,
No one can see her sad petals drooping
One by one the beautiful petals wither and die
And,
rose's sharp thorns dig deep into your flesh,
Epiphany takes over your body,
rose's honey is bitter and fake
lillie's gone all thats left is the empty vase,
You were too late
disregarding ist he most painful sting you could have gave
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
I feel like I am a evil demon I walked the path and I never got to the other side when truth has hit me harder that killing. Life fame not me I live in he'll watching the world collapsed. I know I'm completely insane but I don't have a stories my only thing I am is a force of nature that will end your pathetic Lillie game.
You told my life to expose the truth well I'm insane and a force of your worst nightmares
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
Dear G,
Maybe you'll read this, maybe you won't. It's up to you, really. I don't wanna say I miss you, because it feels wrong to admit that I, in fact, do miss you. I'm not supposed to miss you, I'm supposed to be happier now. But I do miss you. It's one of the most awful feelings in the world, and every day I feel a little worse about letting you go. You're probably already over me, you're a strong person. Although, I still have no idea how you're doing. I know you're still talking to my best friend, but I have no idea how are are or what's going on in your life right now. I kind of wanted to stay in touch with you, but I didn't know how and you didn't seem that interested. I think I understand. I broke your heart, probably. I never meant to, but I just don't know how love works. I think I do understand why it hurts after almost 11 months of dating. I don't regret a single day though. I think I was already gone in my mind, months before. I thought I would feel better with this decision, but I feel lonely, so lonely. I'm not lonely, but it feels like it's growing every day. You don't have to take me back. God, I don't think I'd even wanna see myself again if I did that. I wouldn't take me back. But still, I want you back. I miss the way that the weekend sparkeled a bit because you were there. I miss the way you'd laugh, I miss the way you kissed me and I miss how you taste. Oh, I'd love to taste that again. Well, this is how it is now. I don't even remember your face. But maybe, if you changed your mind, we could be again. Only as friends, if that's what you want. Or you never speak to me again. No matter if it pains me, I just want you to be happy.
Sincerely, yours. Lillie.
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 9:15 AM UTC
Divine power soars high above me, standing
for everything I do and believe in, cannot do it
by myself without God's divines spirit.
Dreams do not just happen, they have to be desired
having faith in our divine spirit, helping our dreams
goals, understanding, to become a reality..
The colors surrounding my heart were not always
as bright as they are, it took many years of
determination and struggle to make those
colors as bright as they are today.
Divine power gave me the strength to be a better
me, it did not happen overnight, now I lay in a
valley of Lillie's with fragrance lingering for
miles, a calm and peaceful feeling brought on
from years of belief, faith, and deep love.
Defeat should not exist in our world, not ever
fears of knowledge should not be setting our world
on fire, it should be the strength we grasp on
collecting only the light, spirit, and positive truth
that lives within our own souls.
With understand ourselves, we shall become wise to
comprehend truth, of spirit within our own complex
self.
All answers are just before us to hear, if we only listen
to the spirit of our own subconscious, installed deeply
within, instead of darkness of misunderstanding, we
could all fine out own paradise within our own self,
learning the real reason of existence.
By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
Young and beautiful,
Softer each time
The way I see your eyes
Deep and under control
Would I ever be free of this love
Could I call it home,
I know you live with me
'Here under the banner of "us"
Please just accept my hand,
All the grace and immaculate warmth
I wish to once again hold
Will we recall, something so beautiful
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
I was feeling depressed and at a loss for hope, then I happened two walk by a playground filled with children. As I stopped and watched, I saw innocence on display as all colors and kinds of children were merrily at play. I felt the wind blow behind me, so I decided to move on. I walk a little further and came upon a quiet pond. The water was clear and I saw a duck swimming with it's young. Fish were darting about below and Water Lillie's were in bloom. I found quiet comfort and peace then the wind blew again and I walked on. A little further down the way, I saw an aged grand mother sitting on a porch reading to two young children. I stopped by the fence and listened as she told them a tale and the children listened intently for a while. Then again the wind blew and I was on my way, but this time I heard someone from no where say, I am glad you took the time to see the things I do. I am so glad that I had a chance to walk with you.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 7:30 AM UTC