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Best Poems Written by Lillie Townsend

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Bones Ache Yet Heart Sings

To be the structure of a person
To be a shield to the very essence of someone's existence
To be a 206 piece puzzle 
To be an enforcer, protector and stabilizer
Is to be a skeleton

To not be the eyes and still be a window to the soul
To orchestrate  the symphony of being 
To carry the burden of lost love and to love again anyway
To flutter like a butterfly and bang like a drum
To be the protected essence
Is to be a heart

To take beating after beating
And still ride head first into battle
To crack and bend and break and crumble 
And keep fighting anyway 
Is to be the bones of bravery

To sing and hum a song of victory
When the battle seems lost
To ignite the fires 
And give life to the burning desire to live within 
To give hope with every beat and every hum
Is to be a heart of encouragement

And when  the skin feels like fire
And the blood runs cold,
And the bones ache from years of abuse 
The heart will sing a song that promises tomorrow
With every passing beat

And with that promise,
It will bring a new longing for life,
A deep innate sense of self-preservation
And excitement for all the good that life has to offer
Only then will the battle be over
Leaving behind only bliss and peace.

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Nola Redacted

We've got jazz on every corner,
Bourbon's just around the block
If you need a quiet place, 
I can take you to The Locks


You're probably here for the Quarter,
Maybe Mardi Gras too
Come around next year,
And you can join the Krewe!

Come for the beignets
Stay for a "Jambalaya, and a crawfish pie and a file gumbo!"
Enjoy the game, while you stuff your face
Cheerin' Geaux Tigers Geaux!

To get the full experience,
Embrace the magic our city offers you
Get your palm read, grab a mojo bag 
From Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo

When Sunday comes,
We'll gather 'round the Dome,
We'll be singing Who Dat 
'Till The Saints come marching home!

If you ever find yourself
Within our city limits
I sincerely hope
That you enjoy your visit!

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A Deranged Game of Chess

I used to think I wasn't equipped to handle heartbreak,
But it seems like that's the only thing I'm good for as of late.

I'm not sure what changed or when all my walls came crashing down,
Leaving my heart vulnerable to my intrusive thoughts as they go round for round.

Forget a suit, have the blacksmith forge a heart of armor,
As I wait to see who delivers the final blow, causing their opponent to falter.

Calculated risks becoming flawless counters to gut feelings wrapped in luck,
A deranged game of chess, my thoughts the knight, my heart the hopeless rook.

A lose-lose situation defined by mental illnesses and past traumas that go hand in hand,
My head is filled with mixed thoughts and my heart with intrusive emotions that rendered me unable to take a stand.

Bed ridden by my self consciousness and lack of self esteem,
I utilize my resources and create worlds through my words that I know no one will read.

"Healthy" coping mechanisms are nothing but a glorified suggestion,
So I will continue to use metaphors and similes to help me handle my depression

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Escaping Summer Heat

ban the horizon
harbinger of heatwaves
abandon fever

bound towards the sea
embrace your transparent realm
and thalassic depths

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Death of the Devil

Tears are falling from the sky.
The Angels,
They weep for their fallen brother,
Now for a second time.

They watch as his broken wings shrivel into nothingness,
And his Kingdom built on the bones of the forgotten
Crumbles into dust so thick it is no longer dust,
But a blanket of false hope and rage,
That covers everything that meets the eye.

The Angels bow their heads,
Praying for their own,
Their once gleaming halos fade into a dull
Glint.

And as the tears disguised as rain
Turn into a tsunami
Brought on by God letting out a cry of despair,
He falls to His knees,
Taking breaths that shake the Earth.

He screams into the darkness,
For He knows,
That even His capabilities
Do not rival those of Death.

He curls into Himself,
Shutting out all he created.
His angels gather to console Him,
Not knowing their presence makes Him feel like He's suffocating.

And in a fit of grief,
He reaches down,
Down past the Earth,
Down past the pits that used to cage broken wings,
Down into the depths of nothing,
From which He pulls the ashes of His son.

He holds them close to His chest,
As one would a young child frightened of a storm,
And as he whispers His final goodbye,
He allows the wind made of his breath
To carry the power of what was,
Into the souls of what remains.

What once was Angels surrounding God,
Are now Gods surrounding the empty shell of what once was,
What is,
And what can never be,
Again

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Moonlight Metaphors

In the morning,
I am not a poet.
This is no matter of opinion,
It is an undisputable fact, and don't I know it.

I am not a poet
In the afternoon, either.
Not for a lack of trying,
The words simply won't flow from my hand to the paper.

When the Sun sets,
Nothing that I write could or should be considered poetry.
Every line sounds like gibberish,
And should be treated accordingly. 

But when I finally rest my head
And close my eyes on my disappointing diminished hexaverse,
I imagine myself in a world where the constellations spell out similes, 
Until I am finally submerged.

I frolicked through a field of Forget-Me-Nots
As I basked in the moonlight made of metaphors,
I could not help but gape at the world 
That was unlike anything I had ever seen before.

Hyperboles whizzed past me,
An ode to life echoed through the air!
I could hear onomatopoeias crashing against a distant shore,
As personification ruffled my hair.

I sat myself on cloud like grass 
And turned my gaze upon the stars,
They twinkled with the secrets of long gone poets,
Whispering sacred bars.

I tried my best to listen 
As Orion and Scorpius traded elegies,
'Til the Man In The Moon said, 
"Not yet my child, you are a poet yet to be."

And so I tore myself away,
And resigned myself to the beach,
I took in every inch of thalassic beauty
As far as the naked eye could see.

I contemplated what would happen
In the morning when I woke,
Would I continue writing underwhelming sonnets,
Until the day I croak?

"No!" The Sea roared
As the tide came rolling in,
"You will write of what you witnessed,
And one day when you return again,

Bellatrix and Hercules will tell your story
To the fleeting comets that come 'round,
They'll say 'There! There they are!
That's the poetic dreamer we told you about!'"

Once the Sun had risen I waved goodbye to the Sea,
And although I was nervous I made sure not to show it,
For I knew the pen would always be mightier than the sword,
When in the hands of a poet.

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Malicious Intent

Once upon a time
In a far off place
Lived a hero and a villain
Entangled destinies flowing through our veins

Fates sealed since the beginning of time
Well before Lady Justice
Was ever in her prime

Futures bound by merciless string,
Just as prophecies for told
No devil contracts needed
For our souls are good as sold

Your hero,
Always subject to fame,
Prosperity,
And glory,
He who could never be the villain of the story

As for I,
Who's choice is forever taken
To the darkness and the shadows
I was forsaken

Evil by nature
Good by popular demand
One propelled into fortune
The other sent spiraling down a rabbit hole of quicksand

While the hero battled dragons
And saved the kingdom from powerful enemies
I struggled to elude
My destructive identity

For years I endured torment,
Fear,
And hate,
All because no one could grasp
That villains aren't born they're made

They called me a monster,
Malicious,
Mean,
And vile,
So I reinvented myself int heir image
And did so with a smile

And to those who never thought
To give me a chance
Or that I would destroy you
Without so much as a second glance

I once wished to be like you
Or that I would wake up and be the hero
But I was young and naïve
And my lucky stars burnt out light years ago

Now I'm mean
And now I'm scary
But remember it was you
Who chose this fate for me

I'm only doing
What you told me to,
I am the villain
Of your story

And if I'm ever faced
With an immoral obligation
If I drop my cruel façade
And my hands shake with hesitation

It is you I will remember
Those who deemed me unforgiving
And I will blame you for this awful lonely life
I've quote on quote been "living"

Happily ever after was never an option
But even if it was
You have already decided
I am undeserving of one

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Angry Without

I'm not angry with you
Because that would imply that you are present,
Which you have made abundantly clear will never happen...in many ways that are less than pleasant.

So no, I'm not angry with you because if I were, we wouldn't be having this conversation vicariously through pen and paper,
If I were angry with you
We would be face-to-face in a screaming match while I prove that you can be your own saviour.

No! I'm not angry with you! How many times are you going to make me repeat myself before it becomes clear?!
I'm not angry with you,
Except for weekends and weekdays that end in "y" in the first 365 days of the year-

Alright FINE! I'm angry! But don't even try to make it seem like I have no reason to be,
You vanished into thin air, pretended I didn't exist, and then had the AUDACITY to blame it on me!

So yes! I am angry! Sometimes I get so angry my face turns blue!
But you can't be angry with someone who isn't here, so I guess I will settle for being angry without you

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Wwiii Maybe?

If I said the idea of making 'The War To End All Wars' a trilogy scared me 
I would certainly be lying   
We've come so close to WWIII over the last four years
That I have long since conquered my fear of dying 

That's not to say that the idea of it isn't constantly 
Looming in the back of my mind
Or that I don't sometimes dream of men in trenches 
Maddened by gun fights

Our economy is fragile 
And after Covid so is every other aspect of the world
And so it wouldn't exactly come as a shock to me 
If another World War were to unfurl 

The possibility of war is a never ending issue
One that will supposedly be solved by our "perfect" politicians
But I wouldn't trust any of them to watch my drink at a bar
Let alone with nuclear weapons

I will say this,
One thing that does frighten me about World War III
Is that our weapons of mass destruction have evolved ten fold since the last one
This time who knows what the casualty count will be 

We are holding our breathe at a global level
Each nation is on their toes
Peering over borders 
Trying to catch a glimpse of the initial blow

Everyone is preparing for a war 
That may or may not happen
They're buying rations and building bunkers
And throwing around conspiracies like it's the new fashion

The mass hysteria surrounding the possibility of WWIII is intoxicating
I can't imagine the amount of fear and panic that it could invoke 
This will or won't be battle has only one outcome
It will begin and end in an all consuming cloud of smoke