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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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Tangle
Tangled up in sheer deceit
She hides her tears beneath the sheets.
He holds on tight and she lets go
But there’s so many lies she’s told.
So for now she’ll settle on one sure thing
But soon she’ll see it’s just a game.
And she’ll smile right now with empty pride-
So later she can die inside.
And she cannot see
Past the lies he’s told..
Past the “you and me”
And she doesn’t care-
This isn’t going anywhere….
Because tonight...
All she wants is him.
Jessy Liz
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The Center Line
I have dreamed so many times
Of traveling to the center line;
The place where sea and sky should meet
Where there are no man's footprints from no man's feet.
I dream of wading through the water
And swimming when the walk gets harder;
Of paddling hard to get to dusk
To meet the end of the world as such:
A flailing dreamer, never giving up.
I imagine how the wind will feel
When I meet the place where the earth stands still;
When all the rain starts falling up
And all the parts become the sum.
I imagine if my hands should stumble
As all the world behind me crumbles;
As earth and sky become the same
Somewhere in this polar dream.
I wonder if I'll close my eyes
Or watch and see the days go by;
Where all my life plays out a song
That I thought I lost, but knew all along.
I wonder if I'll have wish I stayed
Than to have walked, and waded, and swam this way.
But should I stay on faded shore
I'll never see what wants me more;
Nor should I ever touch the place
Where the sea meets the sky, and the nights become days.
Jessy Liz
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The Complexities of Simplicity
In the darkness it’s clear as day-
A silver silhouette:
A body lying motionless
In a pool of deep regret.
The shadow of what once had been;
Of a rose with twisted thorns…
A fallen angel stranded here
She’s Innocent no more.
On this night, she hid alone
And whispered a quiet goodbye.
She hung her head in the silence
Tears brimming her eyes- but did not cry.
She took each knife with bitter pride-
And never said a word.
To even reconsider now
Would surely be absurd.
In the darkness it’s clear as day-
A silver silhouette.
The shadow of what once had been
And of a fate…
Never met.
Jessy Liz
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The Crime of Lusts and Fairytales
When at once what we have lost, is to say, but a prayer..
Then we must know what we have touched is in a way quite rare.
At which point we'd surely know that what we see is just.
And in an instant it is so- so carry on, we must.
But for once, I must tell you, be love and war quite fair-
And in a way I have seen the consequence of prayer.
Be not true, though it is said..
That love is cruel and in your head,
But as I've seen, so I will tell..
The Crime of Lust and Fairytales.
Jessy Liz
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