Lizzie Mitchell : Writing

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A Poem by Lizzie Mitchell


The echoes haunt meThrough my dreamsI am too fullRipping at the seamsSlice me openAnd drain me outHe lives for loveI live withoutHe seeks the thrillI'..
My Sufficiency

My Sufficiency

A Poem by Lizzie Mitchell


If you tell me that I'm safe, then I'm safeIf you say that I won't fall, then I won't fallI have everything I have through your graceI am righteous an..
Fire Water

Fire Water

A Poem by Lizzie Mitchell


empty vessels of liquidlong gone through my systemput me to sleepcomfort me as i dreamfill me with disease
To All Of The "Own Worst Critics"

To All Of The "Own Worst Critics"

A Poem by Lizzie Mitchell


I often don't give myself enough creditWhere credit is dueThere are so many things I've accomplishedIf only I knewAnd I seem to remember all the terri..
Molding

Molding

A Poem by Lizzie Mitchell


My soul is littlecrumpled pieces of paperin pants pocketsWhen a new lightbulb enters a socketthe empty canvas I litter with ambiguityfulfills its call..
Phone Home

Phone Home

A Poem by Lizzie Mitchell


Learned I was adoptedI wasn't surprisedI'm still waiting to discover What planet I'm fromAnd how I got hereWith all of these aliensAnd when I'm going ..
Freedom

Freedom

A Poem by Lizzie Mitchell


Such an obvious desireWith ambiguous meaningWho is freeIn a world governed by lawsWhen we can analyze the reason for everythingIt quickly becomes noth..
Shower Catharsis

Shower Catharsis

A Poem by Lizzie Mitchell


debriefing from life in the shower
Existence

Existence

A Poem by Lizzie Mitchell


Existence~LMThe air seemed shattered around usLike our worlds collided and brokeAnd only then did we realize how fragile our existenceWhen we witnesse..
What color is your soul? Blackout

What color is your soul? Blackout

A Poem by Lizzie Mitchell


blackout of the original

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