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Liz Kruidenier Poem
I cry for life’s sweet innocence
together we survive the winter
shaking death from white summers
aching after a thousand bare rains
our weak love is watched
as inevitable lust always shines through
but you whisper those words to me
using smooth beats
to soothe moments of weak thinking
you are essential to my sanity
as sad tongues pound raw visions
into dreams of hopelessness
and you will smell bloody love
but they cry no true language
Copyright © Liz Kruidenier | Year Posted 2008
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Liz Kruidenier Poem
I am waiting patiently
Like a child wanting for attention
Often mistaken for selfishness
Vehemently waiting on your word to change while
Expressing myself with passion and hurt
You take it as hate but
Oh how I wish you knew the truth
Unfold the pages of my heart
Dare to find the real me through
Outward emotions like stone
Needing the release of your touch
Tears held back with such force it will
Leave me breathless
Empty and waiting
Aggresively hoping it is you
Visciously hoping it is you
Eagerly awaiting you, your truth, your love
Copyright © Liz Kruidenier | Year Posted 2008
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you have broken me all the way down
i have no more to give
you have stolen the innocence of this love
you have created a monster where it used to be pure
i loathe the very scent of your presence
i gag upon the thought of you breathing on me
but i can’t live without you
i can’t function without your words
say it out loud
say you want to hurt me
let me hear the words dripping off of your tongue
tell me you are in it to steal my soul
the truth is the only thing that keeps me alive
without it i can only wonder
without it i want to tear my heart out
without the very words from your lips
i do not exist
i float from heart to heart
draining the very beat you rely on
Copyright © Liz Kruidenier | Year Posted 2008
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I seek calm
I seek beauty in the things that are not beautiful
I find frustration in the things I can't control
But I am running a course I cannot keep up with
No matter how many times I stop
To find my breath
To wipe the blood from my brow
My lungs are burning from the pollution of my thoughts
I cannot find my pace
My strength is diminishing
Being eaten away by doubt of self and others
I just seek calm
Copyright © Liz Kruidenier | Year Posted 2009
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