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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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Waiting
I am sitting; waiting..
Always waiting on a chance.
I am in the spotlight, on the stage-
But too afraid to dance.
I am thinking; waiting..
Always waiting for a hope
That what I am is good enough,
That what I am will show.
I am crying; waiting..
Always waiting on a prayer
That these tears won't fall in vain,
That I am coming near.
I am running, sprinting-
Far away from here
I am letting go
I am free.. I'm almost there....
Jessy Liz
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When
Morning is rising, a cloud of fog, settling in.
I can’t see far- my own surroundings don’t make sense.
Thick and twisted is this mess of a woods-
I could try all day but it’d do no good.
This knowledge means nothing if it’s you that lies beyond.
I can’t rest knowing of our indifferent bond.
I keep moving forward, pushing through-
But not a silhouette is to be seen… Where are you?
I’m getting frightened, and running now.
But it won’t be long until my breath runs out.
As far as I can see, I’m too far in.
And I’ve made it just as far as when this morning began.
I’m growing weak and somewhat unsteady.
And wonder now, am I ready?
You know, I can’t carry this burden all alone.
Defeated I wonder, when are you coming home?
Jessy Liz
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When Sleep Is A Blanket
When you close your eyes..
What lies on the other side?
When sleep is a blanket.. Of what is a matress made?
Do we perhaps sleep a lifetime, and then wake in another day?
Do we go to sleep a virgin.. and wake again a mother?
Are we content enough in life, or do we yearn for yet another?
When eyes are closed and slumber reigns,
What world wakes before the bed is made?
Is there perhaps an alterego; of past days better spent?
Or do perhaps you live a life where you must again repent?
Are there fairy princess ladies, and wildflowers galore?
Or do the sheets fill up with gypsies, and cheap street corner whores?
Are there gardens in the distance and rainbows in the sky?
Or are there dwarfs and goblins that make the children cry?
When your eyes do rest at night, who knows what myths live on?
..And dance again a mystery, each night before the dawn?
Jessy Liz
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Where Are You Tonight
Where are you tonight?
The world is so quiet
But my heart is pounding so loud without you.
And what’s the sky look like?
Dark and pierced with diamonds,
Maybe as near to you as you are far from me…
From where you’re standing.
Are you dying like I am?
Every time I hear the click on the other end
Well, love, I’m hopeless against those tears.
Are you lying like I am?
I tell you, “Yes, I’m fine tonight…”
But I couldn’t be less alright.
Jessy Liz
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