Liz's Blog

What a pity

Liz — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 00:24:03 +0000

Look at her eyes

Shiny tears threatening to flow

Like a huge waterfall.

He watches her face

For what seems like an eternity

But remains silent.

Why should he care

If she cries

Over his decision?

She wipes away her tears

Turns to him slowly

And stares at him.

Don’t flinch voices whisper

To him sweetly

She’ll think you’re a coward.

She continues to stare

Blinking every once in a while

Making him sweat.

He clears his throat

Looks into her cold eyes

Then quickly looks away.

Her eyes say that she’s thinking

About what an idiot he is

And how she’s going to make him pay.

Slowly walk away

His voices silently urge

Listen you fool.

A slow smile reaches her lips

Full of pain and malice

Cold but so beautiful.

Run you fool

The voices scream

Don’t look back.

Her hand clamps down on his shoulder

Turn around she whispers

Her breath on his neck.

He does ever so slowly

Not wanting to look into her eyes, but does

And screams.

Symbols

Liz — Mon, 29 Dec 2008 22:41:37 +0000

My heart has been broken by him.

It is way beyond repair.

I am so sick of the pain and hurt.

Lay bare my heart I did.

He glanced at it then walked away.

Stabbed me in the back he did.

Should he be allowed to live?

Why did he hurt me so?

My drawings hold secrets of love.

A dove in one symbolizes my undying love.

The red and purple heart stands for my bruised one.

I think about him all the time.

Can’t forget him.

Cursed Heart that will forget

Liz — Mon, 29 Dec 2008 18:03:09 +0000

I gave him my heart

But his belongs to another

Though she loves another too.

Late at night I lay in the dark

Crying my heart out

Wishing for him.

He fills my thoughts and dreams;

Need to get away or I’ll drown.

My friends tell me to forget;

Johnny Cash calms my racing mind.

I drift in and out ouf my classes;

Slowly I feel my heart heal.

I may just survive;

Forget that fool I will.

I hate when he…

Liz — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 00:47:34 +0000

I hate when he laughs at me then won’t say why when I ask. Its dumb and annoying. If you’re gonna laugh at me then at least tell me why.

I hate when he tries to change my mind when it is set in stone. You can’t change what I’m determined to think or do. It’s basically impossible. So don’t even try.

I hate when he tells me I’m not intimidating. Don’t tell me I’m not or you’ll get your ass kicked for it. I may be small but I’m very tough. So don’t mess with me or tell me I’m too short to be intimidating.

I can do basically whatever he does. He can’t hold anything over me. I’m too good for that. Just try and find something to hold over me.

Warm Fuzzy Feelings

Liz — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 02:49:37 +0000

When ever I think of him, my stomach feels like there are butterflies struggling to escape.

He’s intoxicating and addictive, but lovely and beautiful too.

I want to feel his lips on mine as he holds me close.

He sneaks into my daydreams and my night dreams as well.

I want to be his and nobody else’s forever.

Without him I feel like the sky might fall on me.

My heart beats like a thousand elephants stampeding.

My mind races like the fastest horse on the track.

Words flow from my fingertips like water when I think of him.

I want to cry when he talks about some girl he likes.

I want to be that lucky girl so much.

He’s such a special guy that deserves lots of love.

I love him with all my heart and always will.

Nothing will take that and change it.

Not ever.

I love him

Liz — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 18:22:33 +0000

I just realized today that I could be with him forever. The thing is I don’t know whether or not I love him. Im so confused when it comes to him. He makes me laugh. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside when we talk or text. He would never hurt me. I don’t want to hurt him or get hurt. I don’t know what to do. My head is spinning, but my heart is calm and aching. Now that I think about it I do love him. I think about him all the time. He’s my addiction. My precious drug. What am I gonna do?

If & Why

Liz — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 01:58:04 +0000

If you would…

want me.

hold me.

care about me.

kiss me.

never break my heart.

Then I would…

Be so happy.

Never hurt you.

Love you.

Kiss you.

Stay yours forever.

Why can’t you..

Notice me?

Talk to me?

Have feelings for me?

Be mine?

Why can’t I…

Have you?

Be yours?

Talk to you?

Hold you?

Doorway

Liz — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 01:41:00 +0000

Drowning in my own tears I am.

So many feelings to share.

Just want sweet love.

Soft lips to touch mine.

Hand to stroke my face.

Him to notice me already.

Whisper my name in the dark.

Dream of me as I do of you.

Hold me close to you.

Gaze into my eyes.

Tell me how you feel.

Keep my heart close to you.

Don’t change for anyone.

Keys and Chains

Liz — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 05:02:54 +0000

I gave you the key to my heart.

You were beautiful on the outside but…

Inside was a monster lying in wait.

You fooled and took advantage of me.

I lay here drowning in tears and hurt.

How could such a beautiful creature be…

A monster hungry for hearts?

I gave you my life.

You took and bound it with silver chains.

Pierced my heart with your golden sword.

I begged for mercy and failed.

The chains burn like fire.

I try to pull your sword out but…

Too weak am I.

Turn into a sweet angel.

I beg of you.

No one listens to my cries.

No sweet angel to my rescue.

Can not beg anymore…

Throat in so much agony.

Deaf ears everywhere in the dark.

A Dream

Liz — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 04:49:59 +0000

From childhood’s hour I have not been
        As others were; I have not seen
        As others saw; I could not bring
        My passions from a common spring.
        From the same source I have not taken
        My sorrow; I could not awaken
        My heart to joy at the same tone;
        And all I loved, I loved alone.
        Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
        Of a most stormy life- was drawn
        From every depth of good and ill
        The mystery which binds me still:
        From the torrent, or the fountain,
        From the red cliff of the mountain,
        From the sun that round me rolled
        In its autumn tint of gold,
        From the lightning in the sky
        As it passed me flying by,
        From the thunder and the storm,
        And the cloud that took the form
        (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
        Of a demon in my view.