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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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Burns Out Bright
Our proudest moments are a waste of time.
Those few seconds in the limelight-
While we sweat the fear of disbelief
Those silver drapes sure burn out bright.
The applause flares up- the crowd is roaring
And blood is pumping fast beneath the skin
Instead of soaking up those fifteen minutes
We should be eye level with our knees bent..
Because our proudest moments sure do fade.
Those few seconds in the limelight-
As bright as every light shone within
They will burn out just as bright.
Jessy Liz
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By Her Rules
Hip bones slicing; razor sharp.
At this she hears her mother harp:
'No more weight are you to lose! '
And yet tighter still she draws her noose.
Never will she end this game,
For without it all it's not the same.
Ana is her place to hide,
And by her rules she will abide.
Jessy Liz
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Call Not On Me (free verse)
Call not unto me from your final resting place.
Don't ask me to take you away, or sing our lullaby.
We won't steal away this time.
No more candy hearts to tell our stories.
No more midnight remedies of fantasy and illusion.
I'll not take you as I go.
I'll not light a candle in your name.
Your prescence belittles me.
And I will not commend it at all.
I'll not trace your name another time, nor dream of your contour.
Or question your mind.
You are null to me.
And I shall not drive your shadow to be anything other than that which you are: a ghost on the edge of twilight.. sinking into the lines.. your contrast becoming nothing more than black on lie. Hollow and fading.. the distance creeps up.. and into the horizon your soul gives way.
Jessy Liz
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Chemistry of Catastrophe
What if I were the blood in your veins?
..Walking through you, pace by pace..
My steps, the speed of your heart..
..Reading every word gracing your body walls.
What then would I be?
A ghost haunting your subconscious.
Pulse.
By pulse.
Breath.
By precious breath.
And I'd take on every part of you.
Becoming what you are.
But then the timing is just right..
As change shifts through the autumn winds..
Turning through the breeze like a mind-
Blinded by streetlights,
Then silence.
And I am gone.
The chemistry of catastrophe.
Jessy Liz
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