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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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Runway
She walks down the hall like she’s walking down a runway
And she smiles- oh, the dreams, oh, the dreams…
She trips on her conscious like it’s tied to her heels
And she sighs because it’s not what it seems.
Well they all look at her like she was really something special,
But just threw it all away again.
And she’d kill just to show them the person that she is
Because she’s not quite the same as whom she’d been.
Jessy Liz
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Self-Control
I flush away these damned mistakes;
Spill them out and watch them fade.
Pull my hair back, scream them out-
Get them up and wash them down.
Spinning, spinning, faster still..
“I’ll be strong, I swear I will.”
Deeper, deeper, dead black hole..
Mistakes, intake, self-control.
Jessy Liz
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Tasteless Reality
She’s getting weaker by the minute-
Purging every broken dream.
She’s dying to be perfect-
And she’s going to extremes.
Days are passing by,
And she’s eating less and less
Friends and family
Are begging her to confess.
God forgive her-
She knows she can’t give in.
Trapped in a bittersweet world-
She’s living off of this sin.
She’s eating up every minute
Of her tasteless reality.
She’s trying to be strong-
For God’s sake, can’t you see?
She’s purging every memory-
Every single thought of you.
She’s starving herself to death
So that you can see her, too.
She only wants to be perfect-
Surely that much can be attained?
But her slowly blurring vision
Is only getting in the way.
Sinking to the floor,
She knows it’s over now-
How did it come to this?
Now her silence seems so loud,
So loud…
To ANA....
Jessy Liz
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The Thought Makes Me Sick
The thought makes me sick
To think that you never meant any of it.
Talk is cheap, and so I've heard
And love can hurt- so I have learned.
And lust can be a very powerful thing
I hope when you made your mind you were thinking
This poem is short, quaint, to the point
Once you see what you lost, you'll miss me more.
And when she walks out, short skirt and all
You'll find my taste in your mouth afterall.
And that's when you'll see it was finally true-
It was class that you wanted,
Not just a night of impromtu.
Jessy Liz
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