Jaded. Fragmented. Fallen.
Always Rising.

Monday, January 2, 2006
07:44 p.m.
Dead.
and that's just the end,
there's no room
for yet another
beginning.
These strangers strangle
and continue to push
craving to unlock
that door.
But the lock
no longer exists
and the heart no longer
lives;
just dead.
Empty lay the dreams,
the magic
of what used to feel alive.
What used to be so
happy-
never ending.
And now,
Death
is just the beginning.
-alysia-

Monday, January 2, 2006
07:37 p.m.
Agony,
the crushed spirit
slowly
lifts up its head.
Hurt
it lays back down,
too afraid of bridging
that gap,
taking the first step.
Mending means
getting better,
being afraid of death.
The passion,
the surges of pain
would have to end
in order to live
again
but laughter echoes
through the mind
and lil scattered fragments
sing out in
resignation
and disgrace as the tears
appear
and fade
as the heart
rebreaks.
-alysia-

Monday, January 2, 2006
07:35 p.m.
Passion,
it seeps
burning through my veins.
impossible to tame
i reach closer,
it has to get hotter,
has to cool this heart.
My mind
left behind-
caught up in lies
scandals.
half-truths.
never again.
but it has already tainted me
already tormented me
into the endless lust
of flesh
that won't ever be
burned
from my mind.
The rose
withers
but yet, does not die
because there's hope left
in the fire's
eye.
-alysia-

Monday, January 2, 2006
07:29 p.m.
Burning flesh,
her soul yawns
in disbelief-
nothing will
faze her,
she's already sworn
to that.
But yet a certain
passion
tugs on her mind,
begging for release.
Her heart, however,
lies full of scars
too full
to breathe again.
Rejected,
the desire dies down
but not
the sin.
-alysia-

Monday, January 2, 2006
07:26 p.m.
Tell me all your thoughts,
release the key
of which you've held-
trust me
but not overly
because even though
you may be sure
of my heart,
you know not
my mind.
Hidden,
my desires,
are of even me-
i know not where
my next foot
will land
nor where my next
fire
will be set.
-alysia-

Monday, January 2, 2006
07:20 p.m.
Quick-
you think you
trust me,
you think you
know me.
Fool,
hasn't life spoken
yet to you?
haven't you a
lingering flavour
of insecurity
brought by doubt-
and over zealous
taste
of love?
hope not,
disappoint not.
But never quit
living,
for it was i
that breathed
for you.
-alysia-