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799 · Oct 2014
Beautiful
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2014
He called me beautiful.
"You're so beautiful", said he.
It should have been sweet,
a compliment to flow off one's tongue,
but I knew what he wanted.

His lustful lies are empty
to my delicate heart.
I know better than to fall
for the charming prince
with the beautiful words.
797 · Nov 2014
Not Quite Human
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2014
I am a monster.
Whether I was born one,
Or became one does not matter.

I never wanted this.
I hurt myself,
This pain spreading to others.

They want to help me
Or so they say.
I fear them.

I fear them as they fear me.
Their fear surfaces as anger.
A mob at my door to burn me at the stake.

My fear surfaces as pain.
Pain and loneliness.
I shall remain in my castle.

For I am a monster.
I only cause others pain.
It's best if I'm alone.
797 · Feb 2016
The man with ember eyes
Liz And Lilacs Feb 2016
The man with ember eyes
sets my mind alight
with his touches,
skin tingling with the memory
of his soft hands, touching each pore.
He stepped inside my walls
and melted the ice of my heart
with the burning ember of his eyes.
And as I lay on the soft blue sheets,
he walked out the door
and never came back.
My friends agony and shame
once again wrapped their hands in mine.
796 · Dec 2016
Keep it together
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2016
Oh god
Keep it together.
Can't breathe. Need to sit down.
Your friend is dead.
Can't breathe need to sit down can't breathe
Keep it together
He was hit by a train
Can't breathe can't breathe can't breathe can't breathe
Keep it together
need to sit down can'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathe
*Keep it together
784 · Feb 2015
Figment
Liz And Lilacs Feb 2015
I am a figment of your imagination.
A product of your creation,
a mere fabrication,
your own fantastic notion.

I'm not real,
I'm not real,
I'm not real.

I felt so real, so live.
I just wanted to survive.
Let me come alive,
something for which to strive.

I'm not real.
I'm not real.
I am real.
784 · Mar 2017
Untitled... Draft
Liz And Lilacs Mar 2017
If you could see how many untitled drafts I have,
What would you think?
Shall I count them for you?
Upwards of twenty,
unfinished thoughts
and half formed metaphors,
poems where I just couldn't
find the words at the moment.
782 · Apr 2017
My shadow is a tree.
Liz And Lilacs Apr 2017
I stand in the door way, backlit.
The light casts my shadow
sprawling at my feet,
my roots in the carpet,
growing into twisting branches
of light blocked by my skin and
flesh and bones and thoughts
like trees growing since time began
and thorns and leaves
shedding and spreading
I am me
and my shadow is a tree.
778 · Feb 2015
A fond memory
Liz And Lilacs Feb 2015
The way his eyes lit up,
It was as if he saw heaven,
As if he could reach out and touch it.
"Amazing, isn't it?"
He asked, excitedly squeezing my hand.
I know we were supposed to be watching the sun rise,
But I much preferred to watch him.
*Yes, truly amazing.
A fond memory of you.
2 years, 3 months, and 20 days, I'm still hoping you'll come back.
769 · Apr 2015
The morning star
Liz And Lilacs Apr 2015
Lucifer, the one that shines,
the morning star,
God's favorite,
cast from heaven for his sins.
And by that sin fell the angels.

but do you really believe that the devil is a monster?
That he, who was an angel, is grotesque?
No, he is beautiful and tempting,
an angel dwelling on earth,
and, god, he knows how to play a person.

Lucifer just wanted to be more like God,
is that so wrong for him to desire?
Thrown from paradise for
wanting to be like his father.
How sickening.
Inspired by this beautiful piece of music: https://youtu.be/z7rxl5KsPjs
762 · Dec 2014
Hands
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
I woke to his hot hands
resting on my stomach,
Just above the scars on my hips.
He looked down at me,
His eyes tracing my scars,
Sadness deep in his eyes.
You were crying in your sleep,
he explained.
His big tee shirt was pushed up slightly,
and he gently tugged it down, covering my belly.
*I wanted to comfort you.
As if this would happen.
It might be nice not to wake up alone after all my **** nightmares.
759 · Dec 2014
Intricate Lies
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
They say that writing is like weaving an intricate lie.
That writers are just excellent liars
Lie to me, story teller, for you make lies sound beautiful.
        
         *I was never a good liar.
759 · Mar 2015
Deaf
Liz And Lilacs Mar 2015
Stop screaming,
no one can hear you
in this terrible nightmare.
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
On the morning of the end, they wove the nooses of rough cord.
Daylight broke cold, the sun did not warm the Earth.

The sky was grey, the sun was dim.
The hoarse whispers of Latin drifted across the barren court yard.
Lined in stone, but for the creaking of the wooden gallows.

The sullen crowd gathers, heavy in their silence.
As they pull the bag from my head, I look blearily for you.
They shove me up the steep steps, I stumble.
The executioner tightens the noose around my neck.

My hands are bound behind me, there's no fighting death.
His grubby hand briefly grabs my face,
He whispers cruel words, intent for them to be the last I shall hear.
The lever is pulled and floor drops away, my last words I whisper,
Come to the gallows, my dear.

**Crack.
venire ad furcas, amica mea
747 · Jul 2016
Would it change anything?
Liz And Lilacs Jul 2016
Were I not a woman?
If I fit your beliefs?
If I bent to your will?
If I abandoned my ambitions?
I will never sway in your
hot air breeze
that you create with your
crumbling lungs of dust and age.

Would it change anything if I did?
My grandfather told me it isn't ladylike to have such high ambitions.
Casse-toi.
745 · Dec 2014
Bleeding
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
I love to watch my skin part.
The way it gives,
Like paper.
The ink oozes out,
This deep red color,
Like the mistakes I've made.
Write a novel in my skin,
For we are walking stories
And it only makes sense
To write it down.
Sorry, urges and such. Don't get triggered. I'm sorry.
743 · Oct 2014
Untouchable
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2014
They had the gall to throw me from the top.
Sending me crashing to the bottom of the heap.
An untouchable, they say.
How dare they call me such,
after all I have done for them?

The weight of the society,
left to the untouchables
to bear upon their shoulders.
They refuse to even help me from the ground.
The call me *****, worthless.

I am certain my hands are cleaner than theirs,
for the blood of the innocent does not ***** my hands.
I am certain that I am not worthless,
for I do the jobs that no one else will.
Yet they call me untouchable.
738 · Feb 2015
Je suis jaloux
Liz And Lilacs Feb 2015
Jealousy, what a nasty thing. I was asked to describe it.
Jealousy is when another little girl takes your doll. It's the first time you have a crush, and you see another kiss him on the playground. It's when you look at the other girls and compare yourself. You simply cannot stand to be in your own skin. You want, no, need to be them, to be like them, to be with them.
Jealousy is when you're never quite good enough. There's always that smart kid that shows you up in class, always someone with better grades. When you were almost valedictorian, but someone else got it by one fourth of grade point.
It's when you fall in love and you watch them walk away. It's never enough. The summer before college and your high school sweet heart is going out of state for college, and so are you, but somewhere else. You never thought you could be jealous of place.
It's when you're with your friends and they don't listen to you talk, and they don't notice when you no longer talk. When you're the one alone on the side walk.
Jealousy is your heart, slowly turning dark as the happiness of other peoples' lives dance by, because for you, nothing was ever good enough. Not even yourself.
This might be prose.
738 · Nov 2014
Chapped Lips
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2014
I run my finger across my lips.
They used to be soft and delicate
but this cold has frozen them.
My heart and my lips
seem to be chapped.
734 · Jan 2015
I know you
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
I know you,
You claim you want happiness,
You want romance and joy,
Not the broken people.
Then tell me why,
Tell me why all my
most popular writing
Is about pain and suffering?
I mean no offense. I'm just saying...
734 · Jun 2016
Worry
Liz And Lilacs Jun 2016
It's days like these
where I sometimes wonder
Who loved who first?
and who will stop loving
the other first?
It's always there in the back of my mind.
733 · Oct 2014
Mirrors
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2014
A hand reaches for the glass.
Warm fingers meet cold crystal,
trying to wipe away the imperfections.
As unforgiving as ever,
the flaws remain.
Mirrors are a painful thing, are they not?
728 · Oct 2015
Songbird Sentinel
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
Somewhere along the way,
I decided it was better to feel nothing at all.
Better not to hurt, not feel, not to suffer.
The canary in my birdcage heart has stopped singing
and we all know it's dead,
It's time to leave before we all perish
in the wasteland of myself.
Little snippets from what i'm writing for my poetry slam will be appearing from now on, I guess
727 · Mar 2015
Sleep
Liz And Lilacs Mar 2015
I'm not saying that I want to die.
Not right now, anyway.
But lately, I just want to sleep.
To sleep and never wake.
I'm so tired.
Tired of everything.
725 · Jan 2015
Lion heart
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
Be brave, my dear.
When the world comes
crashing down,
I'll hold your hand.
You can cry on my shoulder,
I've seen far worse in this life.
I will stay strong for you,
For I would never allow
you to see the lion fear.
Life may be stained with my blood,
but not a soul will see my tears,
Nor taste the salt of my pain.
I don't know.
719 · Feb 2015
Corruptor
Liz And Lilacs Feb 2015
"But do you know,
I'd like to corrupt you
in the loveliest ways?"

"oh dear..."
Dangerous games we're playing.
719 · Dec 2014
I'm basically the grinch
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
I'd like to think
that tortured souls
find happiness in the end.
That maybe who ever is watching
Will understand that it's hard.

It's hard to be a good person
When the world treats you like ****.

But I've long since stopped
believing in miracles
When the world showed me
It's true colors.

But how do I explain to my family,
Why I don't have Christmas spirit
Or why my eye is swollen.
I don't want to ruin their Christmas.
Just keep quiet, like always.
I'm not a title person.
717 · Oct 2014
Icarus
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2014
Like Icarus, we fly
too close to the sun
or too close to the sea.

The highs and the lows
The good and the bad
There is no in between.

Life is a game,
A game of extremes.
And we don't know how to win.

But you know what they say:
What goes up,
*must come down.
I hope you all know your Greek mythology
715 · Dec 2014
Sleep
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
Close your eyes
And it'll be over soon.
You won't feel the blows
Or his unwholesome touch.
I miss the one who cared for me,
If I close my eyes,
Maybe I can pretend he's here
And not the one who hurts me.
If I close my eyes,
Maybe endings will be easier.
If I close my eyes,
It will all be over soon.
714 · Jul 2015
Predator
Liz And Lilacs Jul 2015
I saw the devil in your eyes.
Too bad I didn't believe.
I should have known,
the moment you touched me,
You were hunting
and I was the prey.
Monster.
713 · Mar 2015
Trophy
Liz And Lilacs Mar 2015
I grew up believing that
I should be seen and not heard.
I always felt like a decoration,
A wall flower,
Staring out at the sea of faces.
Speak politely and give nonexistent answers,
Smile and keep your eyes down.
I represented my parents' integrity,
So I kept my head down,
With my ribbons and curls
and was always the good little girl.
A trophy of good breeding.
But it's a lonely existence,
To sit on a shelf and collect dust.
713 · Feb 2015
Indifferent
Liz And Lilacs Feb 2015
You're so beautiful,
but you don't mean a thing to me.
I'm sorry about that,
honestly.
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2014
I listen to the silence of the night that isn't truly quiet.
I listen to sobs of the lost children.
I listen to the prayers of the disgraced.
I listen to the whispered gossip of the upperclass.
I listen to the gasps of pain from the damaged.
I listen to the rejoiced cries of the fortunate.
I listen to the cracks of souls shattering.
I listen to the lewd moans of lovers embracing.
I listen to the forsaken sighs of the companionless.
I listen for you, but cannot seem to hear.
Prompt: Write ten lines, each starting with "I listen ..."
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2016
I used to write.
Now, I stare.
I stare at the paper
and the blank white screen.
Red ink unused in my pen,
no longer blue ink stains on my hands.
Ever since we met,
I can no longer feel enough to write.
I used to write.
704 · Nov 2014
Singularity (10w)
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2014
Everything* or nothing can be truthfully expressed in ten words.
699 · Mar 2015
Nowhere is safe
Liz And Lilacs Mar 2015
They say that we're lucky,
and we are,
To live in a safe town,
Where nobody dies
and there's little crime.

But it's a lie,
They say it's safe here,
It's better here,
But nowhere is safe.

Because down by the train tracks,
The bartender of a little bar
was ***** and murdered
in the parking lot.
They left her naked,
No dignity, not even in death.

I know that I'm far safer
than a lot of others,
But the truth is,
Nowhere is safe,
Not here, not in the country,
Not in the city,
Nowhere is safe.
We deserve to feel safe and she deserved to live.
698 · Nov 2014
I Try So Hard
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2014
I try so hard
to write beautiful poems,
to write happy poems.

I want so much
to seem happy,
to be okay.

I try so hard
to write happy poems
and yet, they're always fake.
690 · Apr 2015
Found poem
Liz And Lilacs Apr 2015
So we beat on, boats against the current,
     borne back ceaselessly into the past.
I hope she is a fool, a beautiful little fool.
Absolutely real, pages and everything.
The loneliest moment in someone's life is when
       they are watching their world fall apart
       and all they can do it stare blankly.
And I sat there brooding in the old and unknown world.
You can't repeat the past.
You can't repeat the past? Of course you can.
They're a rotten crowd, I stated,
         You're worth more than the whole **** lot of them.
When you feel like criticizing, remember not everyone
          has had the advantages you've had.
I thought of Gatsby's wonder.
So we beat on, boats against the current,
          borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Some of Fitzgerald's most poetic lines from the great gatsby,
688 · Jun 2015
Derelict
Liz And Lilacs Jun 2015
Dry skin,
****** nose,
cracked lip,
bruised knuckles.

Shattered vase,
empty bottle,
hair ties,
leather belt.

Closed eyes,
stinging palm,
sore cheek,
***** breath.

One word,
one thought,
one plea:
*Stop.
I cannot separate me from "we".
687 · Dec 2014
Hospital
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
When I heard the news,
I went to the bathroom
and sobbed until I was sick.

I grabbed my coat and my car keys,
wiped away the tears
And rushed to the hospital.

He looked at me, and croaked,
hey there, lion.
He's always called me his lion.

I started to cry once again,
This is the most I've cried,
Since I stopped feeling.

you idiot, I mutter,
Taking his hand in mine, gently
examining the stark white bandages on his wrist.

I stayed with him,
They didn't make me leave,
And he understood.

I can't live without him.
I told him I needed him
I wanted him.

Every **** word
Meant all it was worth.
He could never leave.
686 · Jan 2015
Powerless
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
Have you ever felt helpless?
Well and truly powerless?
Do you know how it feels?
A hand wrapped around your throat,
Someone else is in control.
You cannot breathe
Unless they want you to.
Your life in someone else's hands.
It's terrifying.
684 · Aug 2015
It's hard to breathe.
Liz And Lilacs Aug 2015
With every breath,
You exhale fear.
With every gasp,
You inhale death.
Liz And Lilacs Jul 2015
Nothing pleasant happens here.
I'm asking you to stay
but telling you to leave.
I don't want to be alone,
but I want you to be happy.
and if you stay,
you should know
nothing pleasant ever happens here.
681 · Sep 2015
Perspective matters
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
I was a tragedy
But you thought
I was a comedy
Read it backwards or forwards. It doesn't matter.
Liz And Lilacs Feb 2015
That's how long it's been since you died.
I know everyone else stopped counting
long ago because it hurt too much.
But it's still hard to breathe without you.
I don't know how to be without you.
That day, I stopped existing when I found out.
Why did you leave me all alone?
Why didn't you take me with you?
Or stay with me?
673 · Mar 2016
Does not compute
Liz And Lilacs Mar 2016
Your human emotions.
Ones and zeros,
they do not encompass
each nuance of you ephemeral experience.
You write of love,
of lust,
of happiness.
I cannot understand or
change these words to nothing more
than binary code.
I want to feel your emotions,
even the negative ones.
Fear,
despair,
hope,
love.
It does not compute
with my circuits.
this one is clumsy
673 · Apr 2017
Are you happy?
Liz And Lilacs Apr 2017
The other day
my dad asked if
I am happy
and I didn't know
how I could answer
and I couldn't lie
but I couldn't worry him
there was a long silence
I took a deep breath
and said
I'm doing my best
672 · Feb 2015
A Deal
Liz And Lilacs Feb 2015
I would give anything to fly.
No matter the cost?

The freedom of the sky is worth everything.
I could give you wings, little girl.

I'll give you whatever you want for them.
I want your soul.

It's a deal.*
You stupid girl, you've traded away your freedom for freedom.
You may have the sky, but you will never be free.
Your soul is mine,
and so, you belong to me.
671 · Jul 2015
Dance with the devil
Liz And Lilacs Jul 2015
I taught myself to waltz
so I could dance with
the skeletons in your closet.
It's a gruesome sight
as we spin through the silence.
Silence broken only by whispers
of your secrets divulged to me.
And I learned that I was
dancing with the devil.
668 · Dec 2014
Ice Queen, huh?
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
I stopped feeling.
It hurt too much,
So I froze my heart,
To make the pain stop.
Nowadays, the only pain i feel
Is the frostbite on my heart
And the melting of my mind.

Call me an ice queen,
Call me cold.
It can't hurt me.
Not anymore.
If you want me to feel,
You'll have to take an ice pick
To the frozen block
That I call my heart.

Distance is my best friend.
This is not a reference to the overpopularized animation that portrays a fairy tale inaccurately.
668 · Dec 2014
Self-hatred
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
She whispers in my ear;
her laughter echoes coldly in my mind.
Skeletal, beautiful.
I want to be her.
I can never be her.
She slinks around,
winning all the attention.
I hate her.
I hate me.
She has driven me to this.
She is self hatred.
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