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Lizzie Jun 14
I.
I'm struggling to stay awake
Even as I write this verse
For my body is drugged with food
And tired since I'm sleeping worse
Than I usually do. And so
Like iron gates, my weary eyes
Fall fast, thus locking in
My consciousness. No goodbyes
Were said--there was no time.
What, then, is the point of learning
If it never happens due to
How little sleep I've been earning?

II.
It's my own fault. Who is to blame
When I over indulge, with no sight
To how I'll feel the following day
After staying up so late at night?
Who is to blame when I watch
The time waste and still ignore
What is a constant reminder
Of our death? And so I'll ask no more.
Written September 2021
Lizzie Jun 14
Art.
I saw a statue's arm today
Whose elbow took my breath away,
But then I found upon compare
Your living elbow is more fair.

Humanities.
I heard of circles in the heavens,
When Dante spoke of mechanisms,
Still, their movements don't suffice;
YOUR bend is more like paradise.

Scripture.
I felt the warmth of Saint Paul's tongue,
Which in choleric phrases rung,
But if I chose to be immersed,
The L-of-your-bow would still come first.

Poetics.
And though I tasted Wilbur's line,
And found his wordplay mighty fine,
I think my lips are better "pears"
When met with soft, blond elbow hairs.

Latin
"I smelled the angels passing through"--
But that to say, would not be true.
They're bodiless! And to wit,
I'd rather not SMELL your elbow-pit!
Lizzie Jun 14
Though men may like b**bs and butts,
Often thinking with their nuts,
Women are no less obsessed
With cozy arms and chiseled chests.
Men may like to squeeze and hold,
But women like to flee the cold.

And the sexes both desire
For a love that doesn't tire.
Attraction may be first in mind,
But character comes close behind.
Oh, he yearns no less than she
For heart and brain in unity.

God Bless the men who overcome
The passion which so oft has won.
God Bless the man who perseveres
Despite the way his nature steers.
God Bless those whose hearts desire
Another's good more than their fire.

May He give us all clear sight
Until we find the love that's right.
Lizzie Jun 14
Like smoke and cinders fading away
As twilight births the morning dew,
So sweet sadness drifts my way
As I now reflect on you.

The homes all plundered, and sky-searing flames,
Are distant dreams in these cold remains.
And when the bright birdies' beaks break wide,
You're admidst the mist
Where my memories hide.

Oh, one can wish that peace pervaded,
But the gods of war will rage and slay
Till ev'ry heart has been invaded,
And ev'ry home is burnt and raided,
And smoke blots out the sun at day,
And deep and dark the dark at night,
And deep and dark the sky all night,
And deep and dark, no stars in sight;
But only the flames, roaring red.
Toil in my heart, turmoil in my head!

Then slowly, slowly,
Quiet.
The cinders lowly murmer and chill.
A light growing in the East:
His Will.
And west,
The wind blows away
The rest.
Lizzie Jun 14
You're so near to me, but I can't reach you;
So near to me, but I really need you;
So near to me, but I feel so lost;
Stretch out your hands, and help me God!

I'm drowning in sin, and it's all my fault.
I know that you're waiting with open arms,
But I stumble and fall (I'm blinded by pride);
Say the words, Lord, and open my eyes!

How many times will you bring me the day!
How many times will I turn you away!
How many times will I wish I had not!
Give me your grace, and help me God!

Temptation holds me - please set me free.
My heart is locked - you hold the key.
You ask me gently if you can come in,
But I deny you again and again.

These chains were made by my choice,
So God, don't listen to my voice!
Why do you ask? You know the truth.
I'm placing all my trust in you.

You're so close to me, but I can't reach you;
So close to me, but I really need you;
So close to me, but my spirit is poor;
Stretch out your hands, and be my savior!
Lizzie Jun 14
I'm feeling so bitter, so ugly.
These gross feelings that torment -
        Like an addict,  I welcome them,
But reluctant, and hating every second.
  I find I cannot let go
Of the passions that I grasp.
             I'm an evil soul, inside and out.
Oh help me, God, I am so lost!
Lost in the confusing swirl
Of right and wrong and grey.
The truth is found by reason,
               But the same can justify hate.
Oh, my God, oh, my God:
I beg for all the things to *
And out, out, to go and free -
Give me liberty from this plague
      Which is me.
Lizzie Jun 14
The virtue of the anchor depends on the strength of the rope.
        Many a ship is dashed ashore
        Whose metal smith has proudly swore
        No better weight was seen before.
        But alas! for the snapping rope.
Hope, like that two-hooked weight shall brave the darkest storms.
        But she is useless to the sailor
        Who, without faith, will quickly fail her
Whose shallow buckets won’t avail her.
Alas! For the weak-willed rope.
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