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Best Poems From
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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It's Okay to Sanctify a Sinner- Let's Canonize the Killers!
Glorified murderers paint peace across a city in which they don't belong
While across the vast expanse lie the bodies of those who knew they were wrong.
Freedom of Speech has become a hapless joke.
A voice raised in opinion is bound to be choked.
Instead they've coined a new phrase to slowly outlaw speech.
But 'political correctness' is not for me.
And slowly it kills and slowly it corrupts us
Until we're reciting patriotism like bible verses.
This smoke from their peace-bearing bombs..
It creeps into the lungs of a forgotten cause..
So that maybe the generation after next when we all have inhaled their lies
The plea of the people will fade with the night sky.
And killers will be heroes and liars will be saints
All in the name of the tempting picture that they paint.
Then tomorrow on the T.V. you can see how our government saves..
While behind their stand-up background lies a good man's grave.
Jessy Liz
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Tasteless Reality
Shes getting weaker by the minute-
Purging every broken dream.
Shes dying to be perfect-
And shes going to extremes.
Days are passing by,
And shes eating less and less
Friends and family
Are begging her to confess.
God forgive her-
She knows she cant give in.
Trapped in a bittersweet world-
Shes living off of this sin.
Shes eating up every minute
Of her tasteless reality.
Shes trying to be strong-
For Gods sake, cant you see?
Shes purging every memory-
Every single thought of you.
Shes starving herself to death
So that you can see her, too.
She only wants to be perfect-
Surely that much can be attained?
But her slowly blurring vision
Is only getting in the way.
Sinking to the floor,
She knows its over now-
How did it come to this?
Now her silence seems so loud,
So loud
To ANA....
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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