A phantom cast where living once dwelled,  
a figure moves under a tight-lipped spell,  
with eyes like stars,
yet veiled in the night,  
an enigma wrapped in soft twilight.  
They whisper in riddles
and breathe in your dreams,  
replaying a moment cracked at the seams,  
each smile is a puzzle,
each laugh a clue,  
leaving a labyrinth of thoughts
to mull over and review.  
As I wonder,
What lies hidden in their empty gaze
and what stories linger in their ethereal haze?  
It is a mystery unsolved,
a moment truly bizarre,  
as they offer a brief glimpse of what they are.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I've lost the key to the mental cage,
Where thoughts of you are trapped, an endless rage.
Now, they haunt me, refusing to subside,
A constant echo, deep inside.

Memories of you linger, stubborn and bright,
Refusing to fade into the dark of night.
I'm captive to the whispers of our past,
A prisoner of love that will forever last.

In this internal turmoil, I search for peace,
A respite from the thoughts that never cease.
But like a phantom, you linger near,
A bittersweet reminder of love and fear.

Spectors of their own amusement

Clandestinely configurated to their vision

Vile personalities articulate the future

As they vigorously mutilate the suture

Butchered ties and intricately contrived lies

Eradicate the rose-colored lenses of our past senses

One day.
Not yet will be yesterday
Death wont be mourned
Neither will Life
I cannot tell you how this began, and i can only dream the beautiful irony in the midst of the end.

through cycles of laughter and anger
for the smallest of reasons,
you cut me off as i say “but
it’s-”

lost, the words i search for,
scavenging, but not found
x marks the spot but the map lies within
you


the ocean that separates us figuratively,
literally, as the tide rolls in to cover the last remains
of a thought not said, just left as
that

emotions masked by a blank stare
as that’s the only option
where does the problem lie, in
i?

if we can’t see eye to eye
why would i wait for a lie
to turn into a dream if that’s not what i
want

dreams are meant to be chased
but how can that be when i see
differently, just to hold on to hope and say
“but-”

six feet remain available
but the hole too deep to dig
i can’t **** a dream if i can’t write the
will

and i push myself to believe
but some things aren’t meant to be
even though i don’t like to say
never

but this time maybe
and i can only hope
but it’s easy to hope for something you don’t
have


and it’s easy to say it’s me
how could it be you
When the issue is that
i’m

not in a position to have you close
not mentally or physically
and i think it’s because i’m
too

caught up in my own world
i reach and hope and pray and wish
but you’re too
far

and if it’s not meant to be
then where’s the sign
no hands to tell, so it’s indefinitely
away

because there’s no time to tell
and no time to figure it out
and i’m not there, so there’s no time
to

ask, or talk, so silently,
i watch and listen
and wait on
hold

however long that may be
my heart and hope lies within
myself, and the faith in
you


awareness in one,
and the other unaware of the awareness
because i’m just
the

boy from far away
the wanderer, the dreamer
hoping that the
girl

far away can one day
watch my dream come true
as i say “hey, i’m
from

far away, and i’ve been dying
to meet you, and i’ve been longing
and i figured i’d find you in
france”

but for now i find you in my dreams
as i grasp onto wavering faith
dreaming, hoping
that

one day i can find you
and when i do, i’ll tell you about these dreams
and make promises that
i’ll

keep, but, it might be time
to recognise the truth
that it will happen
never

truth is, you never cut me off
because you’re the girl from france,
the one i’ll never
have


it’s you that i want but will never have
i’m too far away to hold you
the girl from france that i’ll never have