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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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Circus Act
Where am I? And for God's sake what am I doing?
Constantly walking a tightrope..
I am bound one day to fall..
Waiting all the while..
For my final stage call..
'Ladies and gentlemen, '
I can hear them say..
'The greatest show to be seen today..
What this girl is about to show you..
Can be seen no other place..
Watch her walk this tightrope in beauty and with grace..
A thousand feet high she'll fool you all
She may slip, but never falls!
In this act, no room for err..
So open your eyes, if you dare..-'
Come on, they're all counting, too
To see if you will make the move
Should you break, they wouldn't wait-
And they'd no longer venerate..
Each step taken with deliberation
The outcome lost in anticipation.
Jessy Liz
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Red. Like. Hate. (free verse)
The passion of hate- The fury- The heat
What color is this hatred- that paints the sky tonight?
It burns in the streetlights as she panics- as she runs.
The pitter-patter of her feet drumming out the beating of her heart..
Can't stop- Can't stop- Don't look- Can't look- Back now..
Breathe- 1,2,3- Breathe in, breathe out-
The clinking along the sidewalk.. a little boy.. the knife in his hand -click, click, clicking- against the chain link fence.. the blood on his shoes cackling as the light hits it- and the metalic glow is blinding.
'Run, girl- Run. Get away from here....'
Yields the old man from his rocking chair.. shotgun pitched up against the stairs to the rickety old wooden porch.. The thick tissue along the nape of his neck soaking up the moonlight.. such scars were meant to tell a story.
A rustling in the alleyway.. what's this- a little girl? Don't slow down- can't stop now- But can she help the poor thing? And as she slows, a shriek- a haunting giggle.. a hand pierces the night's light- hits the cold concrete seamlessly- laced in red, red, red....
'Run, girl, run.'
Breathe, girl, breathe. In, out. Out of focus.. inside out.. Already heavy breaths become thicker, thicker.
'Run, girl, run.'
And stop.
A glass house.. a dead end. And there she is.. after all the cruelty she has seen.. she finds in here the ghost.. The phantom behind the murder and deceit. And murder wears a red dress. Red like passion. Red like fury. Red like hate. And deeper now as she looks she sees the knife at the phantom's left.. the scarlet lace at right.. the scar just on her neck.. And what else? But her own reflection staring back at her.
And murder wears a red dress.... Red. Like. Hate.
Jessy Liz
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'Skinny' is All She'll Know
I only want to be perfect
But this weight is like a corset on my sanity-
And I can't breathe....
'Silk and satin, and suede and grace-
Of these is a little girl to be made..
And in time we'll break her into the mold,
And 'skinny' is all she'll know....'
Jessy Liz
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Turns to Ice (free verse)
We danced through fields of flowers and dreams. We danced into summers, to eloquent scenes. We skipped through the forests, through thick, foggy days. We danced even as melodies started to fade. You held my hand with sincerity and amenities. As snow fell like ribbons you spoke your indemnity. And your hands turned cold and melted away just as you explained animosity. I shed just a tear, one freezing to ice, as you disappeared and dimmed down the lights. And no pardon was spoken when I had the chance, left instead to a bereavement romance. For that was the day my heart turned cold, left to atrophy beneath my bones. Watching your colors fade like a ghost's under a hallowed sky, at the edge of the woods I died that night.
Jessy Liz
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