Jaded. Fragmented. Fallen.
Always Rising.

Sunday, January 8, 2006
02:28 p.m.
falling from my grasp
is the sand
that i held too loosely
but you held too tight.
the opposite emotions
corner me
and it's like i'm back at the one
that i'm actually reliving.
the circle will never be ending
but harsh
will be the drawn lines
of your heart.
so don't cave to the hatred of your veins
when i say good-bye,
and whisper my tears into the night
for your heart will still be myne,
and our paths will return
to the logic
of that mind.
-alysia-

Sunday, January 8, 2006
02:25 p.m.
our fairy tale
i won't turn around,
i promise myself that
but yet,
if you just whispered
if you just stood
i'd come back
so in love,
realizing that it wasn't our fairy tale
that ended,
just our trust
in what we couldn't perceive.
So,
keep on living
but don't forget me
for once you turn your back
or close that book
without reading the last page-
i'll be torn
and lost
once again,
and even if you spoke
i'd never fully return
to that sunset
on that island
on that beach.
-alysia-

Sunday, January 8, 2006
02:23 p.m.
a smile lingers on her lips
remembered is
the way he used to kiss.
his touch was everything
as he used to beat her
to the floor,
its coolness remaining
as he turned his back
and ran for more.
your heart's torture
has nothing to do with the pain,
instead
the silly wanting of his kiss
again.
-alysia-

Sunday, January 8, 2006
02:20 p.m.
true heart
i fear
nothing
but i am
afraid-
afraid of nothing;
its nothingness
and the cold
that surrounds it.
i crave
the sun
that has never let me in
but i refuse
to open to it.
the heart
will only melt me
and i will become
as if
everyone else's
mirror.
shattered though,
i refuse to break.
never give in
to the completion
of another's love.
denying the opportunity
but letting in the rain.
forever happy
playing my own game.
-alysia-

Sunday, January 8, 2006
02:18 p.m.
He wins
again.
even in his absence
he cures your heart
of love.
instead,
insanity,
bitterness-
control over your every emotion.
True Love
that's what he called this.
true love
at last he said he found it
true love-
that led to the taste of blood
mixed with the piercing light-
a pleasant invitation to what
death might be like.
-alysia-

Sunday, January 8, 2006
02:16 p.m.
i don't want to think.
i don't want to even begin
but yet
the night leads me
into it all again.
the memories
of a past
unwanted
but chosen-
a life ended
but still forced
to repair...
broken pieces litter
what once was thought
to be paradise-
but then,
you opened your eyes
and saw all the stars.
-alysia-