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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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Wedding Day
Lipstick stains on wedding days
Smiles that turned a different way
Standing there she's waiting, waiting
In pain, but always praying
Raining, pouring
Intently listening, but ignoring
Gun shots firing in the distance
Well of course she's going to miss it
One last bullet- gone astray
Shot down on her wedding day
Jessy Liz
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The Art of Death
Death by murder- death by chance
Death by secret night romance
Death by number- paint the lines
Death in color, or black and lie
Accidental- planned, prolonged
Death by always doing wrong
Death by self- a timeless art
Death by one last broken heart
Jessy Liz
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Dirty, Dirty Secrets
Dirty little secrets.
Turning us into liars.
But too good
To give up.
Make you sweat.
Make you shake.
Eat you alive
Until you break.
Oh, these secrets of mine and ours.
These filthy, dirty secrets
Taste so good.
Certainly, they must be
Sins.
Jessy Liz
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And This City Will Fall Like Ashes (free verse)
City lights are screaming, where sorrow falls like snow.
Those flakes don't melt, but burn instead.
Falling in the eyes of loved ones.. astigmatism calling place, for they can only see the light.
And compared to the axiom, luminosity, like city hall, will rule, even as this city falls.
No more screams of hunger, no more howls of pain.
May this city fall.
And the bureaucracy turns a blind eye, it's people dying in this maelstrom.
They, too, laced in hypnotism- these ribbons falling from the sky encompassing them.
And those ribbons turn to ash, the dust polluting their eyes.
And they will fall in this city.
They will burn like their people in a snow storm of cinders, asphyxiating on the smoke they have breathed for so long.
Their people will burn.
And I, on the city limits, bowing my head as the infant girl takes my hand, and breathes unto me a simple, 'I told you so'.
Jessy Liz
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