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Lillian Deez Poem
She loves pink, says the sparkling pink Christmas tree lingering in the corner
She lives a chaotic, filled life, with no time to spare, says the laundry sprawled all over the floor
She is working on finding God, and crafting a loving relationship with him, says the Bible on her nightstand
She loves and dedicates herself to water-polo, says the bright yellow ball resting by her pillow
She's someone who needs love, says the affirmations calling to her from her mirror
YOU are beautiful, YOU are loved, YOU deserve this.
Words litter her mirror, screaming back at her, but all her eyes can see is the number on the scale
She is surrounded by love, says the pictures on everything in her room
She just can't see it yet
What to do with all that love, but to surround herself with it, hoping one day it’ll reach her
That one day she will see that SHE is beautiful, SHE is loved, SHE deserves this.
Copyright © Lillian Deez | Year Posted 2023
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I am from fast-food,
From paper plates and dinners in front of the t.v.
I am from the stale stubborn silence,
Eating away at smiles
I am from the Lily flowers, resting in the corner
The Willow tree begging to be climbed by the laughter filled children
Whose long limbs I remember
Ripping in the wind, but inviting you in during the calm
I’m from Sunday night dinners, and reading in the dark
from Crystal and Wesley
I’m from the know-it-alls and the class clown
I am from avoiding our problems like the dust under the rug
I’m from be quiet Lillian and where's my dinner?
and reckless love echoing in my bedroom
I’m from Conroe and America
From Whoop- up and crawfish
From the explorations of my dad around the world
Looking for unexploded mines, like it was treasure
From smiles trapped in pictures of the past
Necklaces with fingerprints of those we loved and lost
Recipe books filled with meals of reminiscence
Copyright © Lillian Deez | Year Posted 2023
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From the mirror to the picture and back to the mirror
Eyes fixated on the girl she has become
Her mind floats, trying to find something to love, to appreciate
But the flaws illuminated by the words of those around her stare back at her
blankly, unphased by affirmations
She glances back at the picture
The girl who was taken stares back
Begging to be returned, for she was stolen
Not by kidnappers
But by time,
By losing hope,
By losing love,
By losing her smile,
Her once blinding smile now hides behind tight lips, trapping in the words of others
The girl who was taken stares back
Begging to be returned, but she was stolen.
Copyright © Lillian Deez | Year Posted 2023
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Why say words only to reveal them as lies?
Cover me in your honey,
So I couldn't see you were a bee
Why build me up just to shatter me like a glass castle?
Intricately designing my self esteem,
Then launching insecurities into the foundation
Why trade our secrets, just to become strangers again?
Late night words, traded for comfort,
But forgotten with heartbreak
You make the motions of life, careful to hide the missing pieces of you
Carefully tucked away in the heart of a stranger you will never know again
Copyright © Lillian Deez | Year Posted 2023
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His hands will raise your struggles
His mind will raise your views
His heart will raise your sorrows
His strength will raise your life
His morals will raise your children
His love will raise you
You above all else
Copyright © Lillian Deez | Year Posted 2023
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She clung to love, and senseless friends
She compliments man with sanctuary
He promised her always.
Copyright © Lillian Deez | Year Posted 2023
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Shes just a girl!
She holds her childhood close, says the stuffed bear waiting for her on her pillow
She wants to be a good student, says her desk piled with completed assignments
She loves bright colors, says the clothes in her closet
She loves rewarding herself with a sweet treat, says the sonic cups littering her room
She doesn't have much time for herself, says the piles of laundry on every surface
She covers herself up, says the makeup spilling out of the bag on her vanity
She hates her body, says the tape measure resting by her mirror
Shes struggling with living, says the mascara on her pillow case
But no one knows, says the smiles in the pictures on her walls
She is me, and I am her
but I am ok, I'm just a girl
Copyright © Lillian Deez | Year Posted 2024
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I am quick to become ill at the thought of losing you
they way you smile, sets stars in my eyes
your laughter filling my dim, cluttered kitchen, and my heart
the gentleness, shows the respect only known by a son and a brother
a single look from you sends my butterflies dancing
and the adoration you pour into me, pulls the ground from under my feet
leaving me to only want more, with nothing more than to thank my God for you,
and to become ill at the thought of ever losing you.
Copyright © Lillian Deez | Year Posted 2024
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Empty thoughts, smile pretty
When can I hangout with my friends next?!
What time is practice today!?
Which friends should I sit with at lunch today?!
Where should I go for dinner tonight??
Why am I so distracted today?
Why are my grades slipping?
Why does my body not look like hers?
Why are my grades not as good as theirs?
Why cant she be my friend?
Why cant he love me back?
Why cant I be skinnier?
Why cant I sleep at night?
Why cant I quit?
Why is my hair not long enough or blonde enough?
Why do I only feel better about myself when Im tearing others down?
Why do I look this way?
Why do I feel this way?
Why cant I have her life?
Why cant I be perfect?
Why am I such a disappointment?
Why cant I just shut up?
Why cant I be like everyone else?
Why did I start hating myself?
Why did I let their words into my head?
Empty thoughts, and always smiling pretty
Copyright © Lillian Deez | Year Posted 2024
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maybe I imagined it
maybe Im dramatic
maybe I'm crazy
maybe I'm too sensitive
maybe he didn't mean too
maybe...
maybe I was 16
maybe he was 37
maybe he held a position of power over me
maybe they should have listened
maybe they should have done something the first 4 times
maybe I can stop this
so maybe just maybe he cant do this again
Copyright © Lillian Deez | Year Posted 2024
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