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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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Embrace
Embrace me, Ana.
Take me into you and make me sweet promises.
Ill sell my soul to you, just take all of me and take me..
Take me away from here.
Lace me with your poison, Ana.
Get me drunk with emptiness
And satisfy my thirst, just make all of me, just make me..
Make me what Im not.
Draw me nearer now.
Hold me close as I need you
Because I need you..
Need you now.
Embrace me, Ana.
Lace me with your poison.
Draw me nearer now..
So I dont need them anymore.
Make me strong, like you.
Take me into you.
Make me what Im not..
Weave your dreams beneath my skin..
To ANA
Jessy Liz
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Every Story has Two Sides
'You changed your look.'
'You changed your mind.'
A nervous laugh..
A tender smile.
'Give back your jacket
Take back my ring
Gave my heart
Took everything'
'You lost that touch..'
'You lost your mind'
Turn around again
Turn back in time
Slamming doors
And slamming names
Scream and shove
Then kiss again
'Pushing you away..'
'Pushing you aside-'
Talk about our fears
Laugh about it for a while
Time has passed
Time has surpassed
Locking doors
Chapter closed at last
And all I have to say..
Is, 'You changed your look.'
'You changed your mind.'
Guess we were
Just passing time.
Jessy Liz
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Exhale, Release, and Am Free
I flick the ashes and watch every worry float to the ground.
They whisper softly as they fall.. each bit of dimming ember and grey dust sputter a story.
They tell of past things.. of bitter tears and fitful nights in agony.
They fall almost like tears, slipping side to side as each makes its own path to the earth.
I sit in silence. I look out on the quiet, city night.
And I breathe in memories, exhaling each one, and flicking its remnants to the ground.
Out of sight, out of mind. Dead and gone, they are cremated by my own breath.
And from this, I determine their lifetime.
Each space of time dies when I say it will, no longer present to haunt me.
I breathe in memories, breathe them out, and watch them turn to dust.
And in this silent covenant, I am freed.
I sit and look out, as a great poet once did, surveying the damage.
Exhale, release, and am free.
Jessy Liz
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Failure Report
I'm just on top,
I'm in between-
I'm picture perfect,
But obscene
I am grace
I'm innocence
I'm delicate
I'm heaven sent
Oh, no, wait-
That's not me
You must be
Confused, you see?
I am cheap-
A trashy name
I'm high right now
I play that game
I'm losing sleep
Coming up short
A failure now
Is the report
Jessy Liz
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