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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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Black Silk Heels
A toast to us,
Another night spent apart.
Liquor and love,
Yeah, you're breaking my heart.
Too many nights
Spent home alone;
Dimmed the lights-
Close to the phone.
Well here's to you
And cheap champagne,
Killer eyes
And perfect aim..
I'm on your mind,
We both know how it goes..
You're sweating this fever,
Hoping no one knows.
But you better pick yourself up
Because moments from now,
You'll have a first class close-up
Of this girl walking out.
Little red dress
And black silk heels-
Words won't express
How you're gonna feel.
Cigarettes
And lipstick trace-
I'll be the one
That got away.
Jessy Liz
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Blue Ribbon Smile
Red roses on piano keys
She's on her knees.
Black sky against green leaves
She's bleeding.
Needles and poison
She's stumbling.
Rainbow pills- static noise
She's falling.
Ballet shoes, blue ribbons
She's giving in.
Sheet music and classic lines
Oh, she's in denial.
Blueyes slipping, flesh is ripping
Still leaving with a smile.
Star of the show, but no one knows
..Oh, she's dying.
Jessy Liz
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Closure
I have found closure.
I've stumbled upon it
And thrived on it.
I've slipped into it,
Oh, the irony.
This closure has silenced me.
Jessy Liz
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Crack Whore Alice and Me
Things have lost their meaning.
Definitions have been lessened to suggestions.
Lines are less defined, plunging into the bottomless abyss of all that is real and unreal.. Not as threatening.
Razor blades have lost their edge, no longer even breaking skin. Starving has filled me up.. Purging, worn me out.
Speech is slurred and meaningless.
Faces are hands and eyes are lips.. Choking on lies that make no sense.
It's all like one big acid trip..
Like Alice falling in her hole..
Someone is painting these roses red, but it's not your normal shade. Instead it's a death color..
And I'm suddenly senseless.
Edges blur.. Fading in and out of consciousness..
Bottles sitting next to stairs on the ceiling screaming Drink Me..
Little pills, every color of the rainbow, begging to be swallowed.. Porcelain dolls with for sale signs.. Use Me.. Rape Me..
This whole scene is cheap and spinning, when did the fairytale stop and the nightmare begin?
This whole illusion smells bittersweet like sex and drugs.. Sweat and alcohol.. Just another addiction, what's one more card in the deck?
But when does it end? God I want to go home.. This party's no fun anymore..
This carousel is making me sick.
The sugar has gone to my head and I can't think straight.. Can't differentiate between right and wrong, real and surreal.
This carnival has become one big twisted fun house.. Mirrors everywhere misconceiving images.. Making every flaw seem huge- So much bigger than me..
And I think I'm drifting now.
Falling closer to the ground, closer to the end- Or to the beginning? This black hole seemingly bottomless..
I can see the story ending, pages being collected between cover and cover..
Moon rising up in the background, cueing crazy dreams of junkies and whores.. And I am both of those things. So cheap and trashy..
But this dream, it feels so real..
Maybe I'm just waking up..
But God how'll I ever know?
This fog in my eyes is creating a distraction, a disruption and I cannot see.
I cannot see past the rabbit hole and the Drink Me bottles and Swallow Me pills..
I cannot see.
Jessy Liz
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