I'd Like To Know

Id like to know...
Is it because you see yourself in the reflection of my eyes?
Is it because you hear yourself in the echo of my questions?
Is it because you feel free in the gap that I've allowed?
Is it because my hands are wet from your tears?
Do you wait for me only to feel yourself walking?
Do you look for me only to find yourself?
Do you touch me only to pay the toll to keep me coming back?
Do you smile because I can't stop mine from forming?
I'd like to think it's the color and shape of my eyes.
I'd like to think it's the sound and inflection of my voice
I'd like to think it's the strength of my independence
I'd like to think it's the gentleness of my heart.
I'd like to think it's my smile, laugh, and character.
I'd like to think it's all of me you're finding.
I'd like to think it's my warmth your wanting.
I'd like to hope you'll be the one that's asking.
I'd like to hope you'll be the one that's reaching.
I'd like to hope you'll find me after you've swallowed all of who you are
I'd like to hope you'll have an appetite and I am what it's craving.
For once I'd like to KNOW...


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Beautiful Contradiction

Drowning in the fears of others.
Negativity grasping at my ankles,
pulling my spirits into a corner.
Inundated with questions, demands, and accusations.
Reaching for answers to questions
prematurely plastered.
It is my happiness Im after, not fulfilling dreams casted on by others.
Am I mistaken to follow the golden rule of loving unconditionally without regret and expectations?
I chose to drown in faith, hope, and courage.
In his grace, I ask for the strength to help us emerge with beautiful contradiction.


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The Moon

Although you are always there, translucent blending in with the baby-blue light
The sun, blinding all the beauty of the night
I wait for you in anticipation as the sun dips behind the ridge, surrendering the sky
I witness the twinkles beginning to reveal as though waiting for your permission to appear.
I watch as your glow gently illuminates the dark sky
Gazing as though believing in it I will see the shape of your eyes
Convinced that the beauty of it's light reflects from the center of your disguise.
(C) Elizabeth Zsamboki

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Shhh

And the absence came abruptly like a slamming door in the quiet stillness of the early morning, startling my heart into a panic, until slowly comforting itself back to a peaceful beat. ~Elizabeth Zsamboki

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Another Storm

Rolling in like an Indian summer

Just when I was getting sick of the cold

Warm words of interest and intrigue

Curious of my quiet life I’ve come to keep

Maintained neat, with space only enough for me to breath.

Familiarity prying my doors shut, preparing for the storm

Eyes and ears sending warnings to my heart

Ignoring them, standing on the edge, holding on to anticipation and regret

Wondering on which side I’ll benefit.

Shorter and shorter they seem to last. Maybe less affecting is the glass

Penetrating my inner mind…the Indian summer…what a disguise

Slowly descending into what I anticipated with nothing to regret.

Crystal Blue and Honey Gazes

Crystal blue and Honey gazes

Meeting in the middle, never merging, forever searching for juvenile nostalgic innocence.

No longer seeing further than what it only ever was.

Separated by growth-spurts of the mind and spirit,

Always wanting more than what it’ll ever be.

The heart never given the chance to catch up and beat as one.

Fuse and allow the Blue and Honey gaze to penetrate the hurdle of what will always separate.  

©Elizabeth Zsamboki 

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I was shot today

By a boy with bullets for teeth,

they flew at me in slow-motion.

I sat there and let them hit me.

I concentrated on the frost in his words,

the deviance in his mouth,

the arrogance in his delivery,

the bullets penetrated my chest and buried themselves in my heart.

The heaviness pushed my spirits down,

decapitated my worth as I braced for his next round.

©Elizabeth Zsamboki