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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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Forever and Never
Yes, I miss you.
I’m waiting for you.
But I won’t lie awake in this dream forever.
And I am with you.
Can’t wait to kiss you
Again and again, whoever thought what we had was over?
Well I can’t stand you.
‘Gotta hand it to you-
You really know how to catch my temper.
And I don’t want you.
Never will love you.
But oh, it just clicks when I hear you whisper, “I miss her”.
And now you’ve got me.
How’s this happening?
I thought what we had was over.
But the temperature’s rising.
And it’s somewhat surprising.
I want this heat to last us forever.
Oh, this is what happens
When you expect it’s relaxin’.
It’s the hereafter when you promise for never and never again.
Jessy Liz
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Ghost of Me
These jeans are tight on my hips
I know they’re tight for a reason.
So I try to lose some weight?
Get as thin as I can get..
But I can’t stop until the edges meet.
I get lost in a race against beauty.
Tipping the scale until I go crazy.
I’ve been selling myself to anyone..
Anyone who’ll listen.
But I go on, losing them in the crowd..
Mumbling on but somehow not saying anything.
Colors slowly blur and blink before my eyes
I’m steadily losing my balance,
But I can’t be blamed, right?
I mean I’m not doing anything wrong.
This is when I turn to you and whisper,
“Am I fooling anyone? ”
And the sad thing is, I know I am.
Because even you don’t know.
Even you can’t reply to this,
Stone faced and bitter,
Because somehow you’re just a ghost.
To ANA
Jessy Liz
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Grape Vines
Little hands like grape vines reach
To explore what will become
Just as we are meant to teach
Those hands find meaning on their own
The rich texture of the growing fruit
Now catches their attention
When soon those fruits will become ripe
And be worthy of such mention
Those little hands will grow to harvest
As they ascend up to the sun
And soon it will be ending
That journey they'd begun
The fruit will fall, the vine will wither
And it's color soon will fade
But just as one prepares to sulk
So a new life now is made
For what those hands determined dead
Was simply in transformation
Into a sweeter drink instead;
Like the sun in its rotation
And just as grapes turn into wine
So your hands will do the same
With patience and with given time
Those hands will sign your name
-To my baby brother.. May he know that he is not alone.. That each season of his life will bring greater things.. And that those which seem to be such tragedies, may just be a road to a greater place.
Jessy Liz
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House of Lies
Million dollar lies ring out among
Helpless, silent cries.
Some are being drained
While others make a name.
Where is this line we sketch so neatly?
It’s fine print masked and signed discretely.
Perhaps hidden beneath designer clothes..
Tucked away somewhere so no one’ll know.
There are cheap smiles plastered on expensive taste
Where beautiful lives have been put to waste.
Souls have been sold to feel acceptance-
Body and mind have been neglected.
Not the top priority-
Instead just kneeling to authority.
Not even that of a democracy, but rather a dictatorship.
Heeding no responsibility to a house that you helped build.
Now countless bodies lie mutilated screaming out in pain
But to you they’ll never matter, never have a face, a name.
They’ll waste away in fear, weighed down beneath their guilt..
All the while you heed no responsibility to a house that you helped build.
To ANA
Jessy Liz
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