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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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Opening the Acceptance Letter.. Without You.
Hope all is well in your five-bedroom-and-an-office home.
Hope your millionarie money is spent wisely.
Hoping your top-of-the-line-toys are what you always wanted.
Hope the mild east coast weather is what you dreamed of.
Hope your secretary/wife is doing fine.
Hope everything is okay,
But I hope you think of me from time to time.
Jessy Liz
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Out of my Protection
I pray for sleep,
for my mind to keep
in one direction.
But the wind it blows,
from your cursing lips,
these thoughts away from my protection.
So I curse my own mind,
and my dreams,
and damn the coming storm.
Leap from ledges,
Into nothing,
But it's better than the something I can't feel.
It's better than the disinform.
Jessy Liz
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Out, Away, Above It
I'm in and out
I'm up again
God damn your lies
And damn my sins
Two words create a black hole-
In any other situation they wouldn't mean a thing
But now I'm falling down
Into the consequence they bring
You got the first hit
But through my bleeding lips
I'll tell you one last time
I'm out, away, above it
Jessy Liz
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Party Me
'Hey, I might as well, ' she said
Could pass, but she inhales instead
One smooth stream straight to her lungs
Swimming lights- we're having fun
Pass the liquor, she needs a shot-
Roll down the window, it's getting hot
'Hey speaking of, are you free?
My last relationship just ended badly.
Wait- one more hit, now let's go-'
One by one, she takes off her clothes
'Cause there's a 'For Sale' sign hanging in her window
The drugs hang on and she lets go
'Hey pass that shit, ' she says to him
'Yeah, now this is living.'
Quick and painless it jumps her brain
Without thinking, she starts dancing
Under street lights and cheap booze
Now she's really letting loose
Defences hit the floor, land next to her dress
Can't find a reason not to say yes
Just one more time, she'll swear tomorrow
But then she'll choke, 'cause her pride is borrowed.
Well she's got a Welcome sign hanging in her window
The alcohol takes hold and she lets go
Now her car is lined with cigarettes
Along with weed and sweet regret
Last night's memories from every week
Mark up her bedpost, and her sheets
She's feeling down, she'll take a hit
'Hey, what's really wrong with it? '
The room spins around and there she lands
Staring at a one night stand
'Hello, familiar party scene
Let's just forget everything.'
She's got a Dead End sign hanging in her window.
She takes a drag, and then lets go.
Jessy Liz
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