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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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Danger Signs
And she's thinking about what I've said
She's hearing my voice in her head
She's wondering what she could have done
Where will it stop- where had it begun?
And now what can she do?
My God, where will this end?
Her little girl is hopeless
And it's time to make amends.
But she can't bring herself to do it-
Who now lies on the line?
And how will she respond
To these blatant danger signs?
Jessy Liz
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Dark Blue
They swallow me, drink me in. They take me under to their world, and I let myself fall. This place holds little light, yet I can see as if it were a winter's day. I do not grow weary, or ever question as we sink away from an ambiguous sun. The dark blue of this place takes me in, drenches me in its color, and I let it.... for I am part of it now. It is not cold here. It is truth. A truth that seems not to chill nor warm the spirit- my fingers and toes and even my soul feel too much for any bias of a physical sense. Down here I have lost all sense but one- the sixth. Deep beneath those waves hurled by the hands of God, there are answers. Here in this forgotton place. Here in the unknown. In this dark blue ocean, miles beneath anything at all. I find peace. Down here alone where I can see neither my fingertips, nor the breath I breathe, nor my own ache or any sin or sign of a tangible world, I find myself.
Jessy Liz
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Dim grey sea
The realization sinks deeper than any burn by fire or worse.
And I'm a terrible liar- crushed near death by this avid curse.
Haunted by the shaking decision that seems to have been made
I'm stunned beyond a coming down into the bed I've laid.
And I can feel the wind across the sea, sweeping up to greet me;
Winds in torrents whisper past my ears the shame and all my secrets.
How can these waves admit my sins when I am yet to know them?
How can their salt of ages lick the wounds that I'm still growing?
So I listen as I sink to sand that's seen more days than me
To all the knowing stories of this age old, swirling sea.
Here by the water I surrender every knowledge of my own
Because for what I know of nothing, it isn't much at all.
I will listen on these wharves, to the voices deep beneath,
And let their knowing words take hold of every part of me.
I will listen for the lesson that I cannot find alone-
The secret of the living tides that I may never know-
Because perhaps the sweet far thing that I've been searching on this sea
Is simply nothing more than the art of being free.
Jessy Liz
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Divine Heat (Deadly Sin)
Mouth is dry
Stomach churns
Legs are weak
A fire burns
Slow motion
Black and white
Sheets scatter
Passion's night
Heavy breaths
Steady motion
Drowning fast
In your ocean
Fast forward
Colors burst
Reason dies
Body first
Regret
Sinks in
Divine heat
Deadly sin
Jessy Liz
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