May 2013
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“What if ” is like a
broken capillary,
a bounty of nothing
in a caged fire pit.
You can’t go back.
You can’t undo
what already
passed through
“the” portal.
Find it, if you dare,
and scratch away
the marks that
prove you
existed.
You must use
your bare hands
and the tools that
run through your veins
to gnaw away at
the proof.
Find it, if you...
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DUES
Life doesn’t owe you
anything.
The deserving
are deemed deserving
by whom?
You are proud
of your willpower,
you wear it like
a war medal,
you flaunt it like the
antidote to weakness.
Throw away the cure,
for only
in that moment of weakness
you were most beautiful.
Your tales
of perseverance
will only feed those
who hunger for theirs.
And in their hunger
a false...
It was all a prelude.
Every single dot.
The real story
is unfolding.
©Lizann ‘2013
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PLEASE
a sign.
give it to me, please
in a way that will
relieve me again.
a gesture.
show it to me, please
in your sincerity
and not in curiosity.
a word.
write it for me, please
in a color only
I could understand.
©Lizann ‘2013
April 2013
3 posts
1 tag
PASSING BY
In the barrel
by the stairs,
the one with splintered
stains and a faded bottom,
you will find secrets.
Months ago
they fell into
a deep sleep.
Under the frozen
dirt
they drew a blanket
over dormant
dreams and logical words.
Deep breath in,
they all closed their eyes
and held on
to one another.
Over and
over again
day turned into
night
and night
turned into
day....
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Intuition
is
that feeling that
has no choice but
to scream silently
because you foolishly
choose
to turn its ringer
off
so you don’t have
to hear reality
calling your name.
©Lizann ‘2013
AN ODE TO ABSENCE
I will not
measure your
Absence
in years,
months,
weeks or days.
It is impossible.
The calendar cannot
pinpoint the
moments
when sadness shows
up like an anchor
that sinks
so deep
it hits a part
of your flesh
you didn’t even know
existed.
It makes itself comfortable.
It waits.
And it knows that
every day
a reminder will come along
and stir the...
March 2013
4 posts
MEMORIES
When I go
to that drawer
in my mind,
the one with
your name
on it,
I remember .
I pull it open
and pick up
moments
with my hands.
And it’s like I was there,
back to when each
moment first
came to be.
They
will always exist.
They will remain independent
of what
came after.
Or before.
They will have
their own molecular
structure,
custom made for only
me
to...
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I prefer the Truth.
Even if it hits me so
hard that it
stops my ability
to breathe,
I want to feel
it on me
like an avalanche
of cold.
Truth jump starts
the heart
lets everything in
and erases alone.
It rips open
the coward
hiding behind
daily walls of bravado
dripping with Fear.
I prefer the Truth.
©Lizann ‘2013
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Seek Joy,
not Happiness.
It does not dwell
in a glass of liquid hope
that tiptoes onto lips
and in a second is gone.
It can’t be found
in a puff of
rolled up fragments
promising
fleeting bliss.
Seek Joy,
not Happiness.
©Lizann ‘2013
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Time,
you have no sympathy.
You sit in your throne
draped in an
invisible cloak
made from
the rarest of
jewels.
Each color tells
a tale whose
beginning and end
only you know.
You do not bleed.
You are vain,
for you are the
Omnipotent one
to whom we
have enslaved that
part of us that
was innocent
and curious.
Helpless in your
grasp, we are
for there is nothing
we can put our...
February 2013
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RELIEF
It comes when you least
expect it.
It bedded me last night,
held me close,
sang me a lullaby
like never before.
In the form of sadness
it kissed me
that morn.
Throughout the day
it came
in waves
that swept me
off my feet.
I let it be
and it washed me clean.
So I took it into
the night
and I listened
some more
to the Truth
it revealed
in words shared
back and forth....
January 2013
6 posts
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SOMETHING LOST
Light seeps in
gently
through an opening
beneath the blind.
It hits a spot
that prompts me
to look at the time.
Before I had a cell phone
I had a watch.
And it reminded me
in a traditional way
of where
I was supposed
to be.
That was a long
while ago.
Tradition has fallen.
In the sultry hands of
technology,
it has fallen.
Pity that the most
important thing of...
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realizations.
they come in bits.
and then we forget
and we move on.
and the bits break
away from the whole.
and they search
again.
©Lizann ‘2013
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UNDER YOUR SKIN
Does your hand
tell a tale?
Did it speak
without the
grace of touch.
Did it land on the
glass surface
of a beating heart
and leave its
fingerprints
breathless in a
permanent
mark.
Did it soften
hardness.
Did it open
the first door
of many.
Did it reach out
take another’s
and make them
feel.
Did it forget?
Did it ever feel?
Did it open up
the box and
hold...
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WAITING
It’s the fractures
you can’t see
that take longer to heal.
The ones masked by
normalcy
forced smiles
and painted
fingernails.
It’s the polite greeting
and the “how are you ?”
that doesn’t really
wait for the reply
that tells you
what’s
really broken.
©Lizann ‘2013
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IN THE MEANTIME
Someone told me
the future is long.
In that case the
word never should
never be used.
It doesn’t exist
really.
The future is full
of clean slates.
And possibilities.
They will be stepped upon
eventually.
And they will be clean
no more.
©Lizann ‘2013
IN FIVE
I don’t need pictures to
see.
A revolving door
with
a lost key
is lodged
in my mind.
It leaves no place
for the dullness
of black
and white.
I don’t have time
for the mundane
I don’t have time
to waste.
I don’t need food
to remember
flavor.
Some things stay
on the tip of your tongue
long after they are gone.
Tastebuds are for
the logical...
December 2012
7 posts
1 tag
2013
I will not speak of resolutions. I don’t particularly like resolutions. In fact, I might go as far as saying I “hate” them. Yes, “hate” is a strong word, but it is the opposite of like, and therefore a fitting choice.
As the 31st hits, there is an undeniable pressure to look back; a pressure bestowed upon us not only by the many media outlets, social networks...
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CHOCOLATE
It finds the senses
like a thief in
a black suit
that molds
to the body
in swallowed
perfection.
There is nowhere to
run when your
eyes swirl
in its fluidity
like a carousel
of pleasure.
It purrs
like
a never ending
wet dream
that slides down
waiting
thighs
warm
like
an open mouthed
lover that gives
you
a first taste.
©Lizann ‘2012
DETECTED
Building walls
to keep sanity in.
The doorbell will
ring nonetheless
and the visitor
you never wish
to see will wait
patiently at the door
because he knows
that eventually
you will try to
leave undetected.
There is
no escaping him.
©Lizann ‘2012
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MAKE A WISH
once upon a second
there was a place
in time that undid
everything
that was done.
once it was undone
we could say
that it had never
begun.
©Lizann ‘2012
WHAT IT IS
Like a book
with water stained pages,
the parts that are clear
entice the reader
with well crafted lines
that leave us
wanting more;
the parts that are blurred
leave us with questions.
They make
doubt a permanent
visitor.
©Lizann ‘2012
IN BRACKETS
hands in a temporary
state of silence.
Waiting.
events stacked in
a calendar of
notifications.
Scheduled.
pleasure wrapped
up for later.
Anticipating.
©Lizann ‘2012
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WRITING ON SNOW
The rain falls
on snowflakes
that gathered for their
first meeting.
It wipes away
letters
and words
and concepts.
It cleans with
a fresh start.
It ends a beginning.
©Lizann ‘2012
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CONGRUENCE
If it comes looking
for you
without you expecting
its arrival
without you asking
for it
without you reading the signs
along the way,
it’s like a present
wrapped in your favorite
color left at your door
with no card attached.
It will nourish like
a slow dripping serum
and bring back to life
the shattered remnants
of what came before.
©Lizann ‘2012
November 2012
7 posts
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FIRE TO NEST
Lips
red
nails
to match
she lays it down
fire
to
nest.
She
fills it up
heart
to
brim,
too hard
to bend
she’s more
than a whim.
©Lizann ‘2012
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ON TRUTH AND SUCH
When the why is
unknown
is this itself a Truth?
If it changes in form
does it double as a
muse ?
When the why has
no words
is it already dead?
Does this Truth exist
if it goes unread?
©Lizann ‘2012
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THE OTHER SENSE
It’s called Magic
because you
don’t see it.
Sometimes
it’s around the
corner waiting
for you to bump
into it as you
hurry along
your calculated
day.
It will sweep you
off your feet
if you just drop
the bags you were
carrying and let
go.
It will give you more
than shiny toys
and full pockets.
©Lizann ‘2012
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LE LENDEMAIN
Yesterday.
A cracked shell.
Hurt seeped
in
injected
disappointment
and waited
for vulnerability
to show its face.
Beauty stepped
in with a stranger’s
random
words of kindness.
A human touch
sealed spaces
and made way
for tomorrow.
©Lizann ‘2012
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UP AND AWAY
Fight the echo
in the room
that silences
the color wheel
that helps you
breathe.
Part your lips
and taste what
drips from your
imagination.
Let the rest
travel down to
your fingertips.
Let it seep
into porous
skin.
It’s the stuff
that brings
willing
hands to life.
©Lizann ‘2012
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BEING LITTLE
The fort you built
as a child in
your living room
when no one was
there looking on
was the real
deal.
A castle fit
for the best
of imaginary
friends.
They too,
were the
real deal.
©Lizann ‘2012
October 2012
8 posts
1 tag
BY APPOINTMENT
I may not know
how to fix things quickly
and with ease.
Forgive me,
for I am not fond
of machines
and therefore
they will feel my hands as cold
and inhuman as I
open them up.
Reason with me
and engage in real
conversation.
Touch me with something
that bleeds if I pierce
it the wrong way.
Forgive me,
for I do not care
if you short circuit.
Cry and tell me...
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IN THE FOREST
There was an underwater explosion
in the stillness of the night
autumn leaves
in flooded fields
and persuasion
left to dry.
There was nothing
left to nurture
a bonfire
built in spite
embers stained
wet skin
and desire
took
quick flight.
©Lizann ‘2012
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THE CURTAIN
A chandelier
of silence lights
the stage.
The first act
opens with nothing
but the shadow
of Truth it casts.
Stand beneath it
and bathe in
its ornamental
simplicity.
Let the nothing
that surrounds
you in
and watch
it create
something.
©Lizann ‘2012
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ACROSS FROM ME
Centered in the now
rain fed cold
a tree with
outstretched hands
decides to fold.
It trips and gives in
to the questioning air
enslaves the watcher
with a wisely rooted stare.
It wears on its bark
a heart strewn with years
its knowledge
a haven
of secrets and fears.
©Lizann ‘2012
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INTERIM
Bind me in the silk
of unending need.
Stop time
and store it
in the finest
of crystal bottles
until we are done.
Pour me into
a glass that has
no rim.
With eyes closed
find a way
to drink your way
in.
©Lizann ‘2012
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DISCONNECTION
Underneath the sheet
of paper
the pencil
was still warm to the
touch.
She left it there
and started to
fall.
Disconnection
waited like the
open arms of
a wounded child.
©Lizann ‘2012
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INSTRUCTIONS
burn through the
dull empty seconds
with fire
hot
and unpredictable
relevant
and
full
of something
that leaves you taller
by end of day.
don’t remain small
swallowed up
by what you don’t
want
shrinking into
nothing.
be a walking megaphone
that cuts through
thick silence with
a sword bathed
in belief.
©Lizann ‘2012
September 2012
5 posts
COFFEE WITH MY FATHER
I sat with a gentle
giant today.
When I was little
his hands were
as big as that
far away place
I would never have
a chance to visit.
Time softens
corners
and works its
purpose upon the
harsh lines
that once lined
patriarchal
duties.
Today,
the coffee cup
in his hand
became
the master
and he
the child.
©Lizann ‘2012
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THE PROPOSITION
Would you take the sun on
for me
change the colors of the moon
create a reservoir of wishes
that drowns out sound
lights the mundane
and outwits
Time?
©Lizann ‘2012
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A RIDDLE FOR YOU
Thoughts
and stories
stretched out
across the imaginary
lines I drew
on the childhood sidewalk
I touched with old hands
in my dream
last night.
There.
I gave you something
to work with.
Now,
you figure out
the rest.
©Lizann ‘2012
HOW TO BE HAPPY
start wanting
things you
need
stop needing things
you want
make delicious go away
by feeling nothing
at start of day
turn off the camera that
vividly sees
make a deal with ignorance
let it put you to speed
be like the others
don’t think out loud
don’t think at all
and you’ll blend
with the crowd.
©Lizann ‘2012
August 2012
8 posts
THURSDAY NIGHT
The wind howls
the sky looks on
a figment I am
of nothing
at all.
©Lizann ‘2012
THE NIGHT BEFORE LAST
I look up at 11:11
and watch the moon
getting there.
At 12:22 I merge
with tomorrow.
And in between
for seventy- one
minutes
Reality went
on.
©Lizann ‘2012
UPON RISING
The best words
are the ones
I wake to
fresh in my head
ready for the taking
head on my pillow
looking up
tapping letters
on a screen.
©Lizann ‘2012
HISTORY
A bottle of nothing
can still render something.
Hold it with one hand and
feel its weightless pull.
It once was filled with
the flow of something
meant
to touch lips.
In its emptiness
you will find the echo
of a story
that started with the
modern version of
“Once upon a Time”.
Gently let your finger
circle its neck and
listen.
©Lizann ‘2012
ELEMENTS
Maybe it’s all in your head
and that’s the only real
thing that exists.
Take a slice of the
second before you
and divide it into
the particles you
learned about
a long time ago
in Science Class.
I remember the desk
I sat at
when I first
shook hands with
protons, neutrons
and that Table
of possibility.
That memory is
real.
I am sure because
I felt it right...
