Submissions by LizB
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Vous êtes l'encre qui remplit mon âme
I Am The Tiger
I am the tiger
With the eyes that speak
Whose mouth is forced shut
I am the killer
Dripping blood from my mouth
Waiting for your moment of weakness
I am the slaughtered
The one who survived
Waiting for a moment to feel alive
Just trying some new things at the moment and seeing what suits me best so that's how I came up with this thing.
Yesterday someone said my eyes remind them of a tiger the way they catch the light which is an odd coincidence because I made a poem similar to that.
With the eyes that speak
Whose mouth is forced shut
I am the killer
Dripping blood from my mouth
Waiting for your moment of weakness
I am the slaughtered
The one who survived
Waiting for a moment to feel alive
Just trying some new things at the moment and seeing what suits me best so that's how I came up with this thing.
Yesterday someone said my eyes remind them of a tiger the way they catch the light which is an odd coincidence because I made a poem similar to that.
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Both Eyes
Yours are brown
His are green
The difference is
His are gazing at me
His are green
The difference is
His are gazing at me
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Roses
The garden of this love
it was full of grass
beautiful, full of us
The rains just made us greener
the sun brought us closer
our flowers reached the sky
Then the weeds came, one by one
they were small, evil little seeds
I was too busy planting my roses
They grew bigger and our garden decayed
we were never even green
I could have planted roses,
but you were already growing weeds
it was full of grass
beautiful, full of us
The rains just made us greener
the sun brought us closer
our flowers reached the sky
Then the weeds came, one by one
they were small, evil little seeds
I was too busy planting my roses
They grew bigger and our garden decayed
we were never even green
I could have planted roses,
but you were already growing weeds
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Right?
Bad things are supposed to happen to bad people.
So I must be a really shitty person, right?
So I must be a really shitty person, right?
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All The Scars
All these beautiful girls
All their smiling faces
All their open scars
In hidden places
All their smiling faces
All their open scars
In hidden places
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Mother Said...
You wonder why I never call
Or why I never come at Christmas
And why I never send a card
Not even a simple text message
Mother dear, you can't keep doing this
Saying things to me, expecting me to stay
To feign a smile while you broke my childhood
To force a laugh when I was dead inside
Mother, you are not a kind person
You mean well but you'll never get me again
I can feign a laugh until then
But never expect a victim to come back
Or why I never come at Christmas
And why I never send a card
Not even a simple text message
Mother dear, you can't keep doing this
Saying things to me, expecting me to stay
To feign a smile while you broke my childhood
To force a laugh when I was dead inside
Mother, you are not a kind person
You mean well but you'll never get me again
I can feign a laugh until then
But never expect a victim to come back
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Half of Us
Give me half of your weight
so you won't feel so heavy
Give me half of your pain
so you won't always hurt
Give me half of your sadness
so you won't always cry
I'll give you half of my joy
so you can always be happy
I'll give you half of my love
so you'll always be warm
I'll give you half of my laughter
so you can always smile
Give me your half and I'll give you mine
so we can always be whole
This is a really beautiful poem my friend wrote...
so you won't feel so heavy
Give me half of your pain
so you won't always hurt
Give me half of your sadness
so you won't always cry
I'll give you half of my joy
so you can always be happy
I'll give you half of my love
so you'll always be warm
I'll give you half of my laughter
so you can always smile
Give me your half and I'll give you mine
so we can always be whole
This is a really beautiful poem my friend wrote...
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Your Blue Eyes
Your blue eyes
They match the morning sky
And that is why I look up
Your tender smile
Is like a thousand summers
Waiting for me to kiss
Your beautiful voice
It mends my weak bones
And shatters my saddest memories
Your pale hands
Are rugged with scars
But I'll kiss them either way
They match the morning sky
And that is why I look up
Your tender smile
Is like a thousand summers
Waiting for me to kiss
Your beautiful voice
It mends my weak bones
And shatters my saddest memories
Your pale hands
Are rugged with scars
But I'll kiss them either way
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Sometimes...
Sometimes...
I see you first but
I let you steal a glance as a gift
And when we're close enough
I'll give you that smile,
The one you want to kiss
I see you first but
I let you steal a glance as a gift
And when we're close enough
I'll give you that smile,
The one you want to kiss
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Lakeland
You're all moved into this circus outside of town
I'm the first one you bring because of my eyes
I'll stay the night because I need to
You're a loyal friend and I'll stay by you
I'll stay by your side in bed
And know that you're the only one touching me right now
In this moment
Where I'll stay forever
I'm the first one you bring because of my eyes
I'll stay the night because I need to
You're a loyal friend and I'll stay by you
I'll stay by your side in bed
And know that you're the only one touching me right now
In this moment
Where I'll stay forever
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My Eyes
I've seen the deserts in Arizona
The four corners of the states
But, still
I've yet to see my face
The four corners of the states
But, still
I've yet to see my face
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Smile
Sharing some words with an old stranger
It's been so long
Now he's a sailor
It's nice to know people think about you
While they're getting screamed at
Friendship is weird like that
You don't spend moths talking but then suddenly
They're always they're for you.
It's been so long
Now he's a sailor
It's nice to know people think about you
While they're getting screamed at
Friendship is weird like that
You don't spend moths talking but then suddenly
They're always they're for you.
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