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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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Dirty, Dirty Secrets
Dirty little secrets.
Turning us into liars.
But too good
To give up.
Make you sweat.
Make you shake.
Eat you alive
Until you break.
Oh, these secrets of mine and ours.
These filthy, dirty secrets
Taste so good.
Certainly, they must be
Sins.
Jessy Liz
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Grape Vines
Little hands like grape vines reach
To explore what will become
Just as we are meant to teach
Those hands find meaning on their own
The rich texture of the growing fruit
Now catches their attention
When soon those fruits will become ripe
And be worthy of such mention
Those little hands will grow to harvest
As they ascend up to the sun
And soon it will be ending
That journey they'd begun
The fruit will fall, the vine will wither
And it's color soon will fade
But just as one prepares to sulk
So a new life now is made
For what those hands determined dead
Was simply in transformation
Into a sweeter drink instead;
Like the sun in its rotation
And just as grapes turn into wine
So your hands will do the same
With patience and with given time
Those hands will sign your name
-To my baby brother.. May he know that he is not alone.. That each season of his life will bring greater things.. And that those which seem to be such tragedies, may just be a road to a greater place.
Jessy Liz
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Prayer (free verse)
I need some time alone. Some time in my head. I need to unwind somehow.. Untangle all these thoughts.... Of chasing dreams and running away from them. I need to find myself. Figure out who I am. God where are you tonight? Do you have a minute or two? I could use some help down here. See, I've got a problem. My mind is going 90 in a 55. My heart's racing my body and they're both up in flames. There's so much smoke that I can't see. Could you send a dropp of rain or two? Perhaps then I could decipher this mess a little easier. I'm in need of some directions as well. It seems I've lost my way in this deceitful maze of a life. The truth is, Lord, I am weak and I am scared. I am tired from running as hard as I have been.. Not even knowing where I've been headed. I am tired, Father. So tired from trying. I am empty from losing everything I ever had. I am alone in this, Lord. No one understands but you and Ana*. And Ana isn't around to console me.... Only to pull tighter these chains around my neck. So please be with me tonight. I need some company. All I ask is a shoulder to lean on. Because no one else is around....
*Ana- anorexia
Jessy Liz
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Return to Sender
I wish I could put every lonely moment on paper..
Gather up all the excess in my thought process and put it in a heavy envelope..
Enough to weigh it down so it won't fall open again.
I wish it was enough to sound out the words that tell the story of this last year,
and what it's been like being here..
Because if I could just get these moments down on paper maybe it'd be enough.. Enough to measure up,
to everything I've felt.
Maybe then my pen I could surrender,
just after scrawling out,
'Return to Sender'.
Jessy Liz
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