Submissions by LizB
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Vous êtes l'encre qui remplit mon âme
SELF POEM
Published
29th Dec 2014 9:50pm
29th Dec 2014 9:50pm
Screamed
I went into my room and I took the nearest pillow.
I knelt.
I screamed.
I wanted to go deaf so I didn't have to hear it anymore, does that make sense? Does anxiety make sense? Even without medication?
I just want everything to be perfect and all my loved ones happy and maybe that's why I'm constantly saying I'm sorry. What do I feel right now? Everything is probably fine but I'm still fucking shaking. I'm always shaking especially since last night happened. Can you explain anxiety attacks and anxiety disorders to me? It's basically me all the time trying and not...
I knelt.
I screamed.
I wanted to go deaf so I didn't have to hear it anymore, does that make sense? Does anxiety make sense? Even without medication?
I just want everything to be perfect and all my loved ones happy and maybe that's why I'm constantly saying I'm sorry. What do I feel right now? Everything is probably fine but I'm still fucking shaking. I'm always shaking especially since last night happened. Can you explain anxiety attacks and anxiety disorders to me? It's basically me all the time trying and not...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Dec 2014 8:26am
28th Dec 2014 8:26am
Keeps Me Up
I am so petrified that every time I blink I feel like you are nothing more than a dream.
You make me feel like there's still a chance for me. Like I can still be saved from being that girl who looks and feels like nothing more than a nightmare. You are forever my sweetest dream and I hope one day it is you who I wake up to, and not a tear stained face.
You make me feel like there's still a chance for me. Like I can still be saved from being that girl who looks and feels like nothing more than a nightmare. You are forever my sweetest dream and I hope one day it is you who I wake up to, and not a tear stained face.
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Dec 2014 00:48am
27th Dec 2014 00:48am
Chills
You are perfect.
You approach a mirror, it's cracked. Tracing the lines you wonder if it'll ever go back
to that perfect form.
There are so many pieces, I wonder who broke it?
I know and I don't say, I see.
I see every rupture and I admire
how fucking beautiful you are.
It's hard to save a life and I need saving too
I'm here to glue it back together
I love you.
You approach a mirror, it's cracked. Tracing the lines you wonder if it'll ever go back
to that perfect form.
There are so many pieces, I wonder who broke it?
I know and I don't say, I see.
I see every rupture and I admire
how fucking beautiful you are.
It's hard to save a life and I need saving too
I'm here to glue it back together
I love you.
583 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Dec 2014 4:59pm
25th Dec 2014 4:59pm
Please
I'm trying to figure out something I said
and maybe it won't help but I still try
to figure out what I had said.
I'm trying to help you and calm you
but I'm not even at arms reach,
I'm just trying to save you.
I'm running and trying to escape in my breathing
but it catches up within every lap.
I'm trying to save you, my love.
Was it something I said?
and maybe it won't help but I still try
to figure out what I had said.
I'm trying to help you and calm you
but I'm not even at arms reach,
I'm just trying to save you.
I'm running and trying to escape in my breathing
but it catches up within every lap.
I'm trying to save you, my love.
Was it something I said?
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Dec 2014 11:39pm
15th Dec 2014 11:39pm
Blonde
I remember when I told you
about how whenever I write a poem about someone
they leave
and as quick as you said "not me"
you walked away
about how whenever I write a poem about someone
they leave
and as quick as you said "not me"
you walked away
519 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Dec 2014 00:48am
15th Dec 2014 00:48am
Will Write for Love
I'm at the same seat I was when I met you
and the same as when he saw them too
I don't care if he's coming back on Tuesday
because he'll only love me like it's Sunday
and you have always loved me everyday
Now I'm at Aberdeen and to speak the truth
this is the hardest thing I've had to do
because I have always been
completely in love with you
and the same as when he saw them too
I don't care if he's coming back on Tuesday
because he'll only love me like it's Sunday
and you have always loved me everyday
Now I'm at Aberdeen and to speak the truth
this is the hardest thing I've had to do
because I have always been
completely in love with you
543 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Dec 2014 00:05am
15th Dec 2014 00:05am
Something's Empty
There's a jar on the shelf
and the old man said
"that's where my heart used to be"
I asked what happened
he said "he left and took everything"
My heart always belonged to you
so you might as well take it
when you leave
There's an empty jar on the shelf
that's where my love used to be
and the old man said
"that's where my heart used to be"
I asked what happened
he said "he left and took everything"
My heart always belonged to you
so you might as well take it
when you leave
There's an empty jar on the shelf
that's where my love used to be
569 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2014 1:41am
9th Dec 2014 1:41am
Black Jacket
I don't care for Christmas cards about you anymore ever since you ended near Christmas. Maybe with each person I meet I inhale a bit more cynicism, or maybe I just hate Christmas because it reminds me of all the people who can't come home. I'd trade places with them any day, they at least miss their families and I know I cannot take another hour of my mother rambling about HGTV. I know you're coming home for Christmas and we'll most likely meet but every word you type feels empty when I see that you had read it but not replied. I don't know how I can love such a pompous asshole but I do. I...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2014 9:22pm
5th Dec 2014 9:22pm
Looking Out The Window
I sat in the bus and had my head on her shoulder while I listened to Alex Turner. The sun kissed my face and for once I kissed back, I saw the trees and the telephone wires run through my vision and it was an isolated moment where you could see the dust floating. I smiled because the world was perfect and that moment lasted forever. I'd last forever.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2014 10:41pm
30th Nov 2014 10:41pm
Junkie
Every dreadful morning I read poems of finding happiness at the end of a bottle or at the end of dirty sheets and I cannot help but realize that humans are so obsessed with the concept of being happy all of the time that one forgets that the only real lessons in life come from pain, agony, and tragedy.
I'd rather take a shot of depression than a shot of adrenaline...
I'd rather take a shot of depression than a shot of adrenaline...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Nov 2014 8:16pm
29th Nov 2014 8:16pm
Soul Mates
It's a terrible thing when the one you are destined to meet is oceans away from your touch. When the one who is supposed to pick you from the field of wildflowers can only write about kissing you and not actually feel the tiny nerve endings of your soul vibrate with their own.
I want to write to you about the delicate beauty of your soul and how medication does not affect my love for you. Let's dance around the dining room like I always dreamed of and touch me as softly as you said you would. Instead of swimming the oceans I want us to swim in the sheets and when I look at your...
I want to write to you about the delicate beauty of your soul and how medication does not affect my love for you. Let's dance around the dining room like I always dreamed of and touch me as softly as you said you would. Instead of swimming the oceans I want us to swim in the sheets and when I look at your...
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3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2014 00:33am
21st Nov 2014 00:33am
Vertical
There's plenty of other bodies out there filled with their own fate
but when is it possible to think of your own soul's sake?
It always has to be one way or the other when your mother says there won't be a funeral and everyone thinks that death is another form of attention. Caring has become the fable of the year because no one bothers to ring the doorbell anymore. Everything I've ever written is unfinished.
but when is it possible to think of your own soul's sake?
It always has to be one way or the other when your mother says there won't be a funeral and everyone thinks that death is another form of attention. Caring has become the fable of the year because no one bothers to ring the doorbell anymore. Everything I've ever written is unfinished.
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