Jaded. Fragmented. Fallen.
Always Rising.

Monday, January 2, 2006
07:16 p.m.
Kept awake,
i am not haunted
by you-
i refuse to be.
but what was
that sound?
could it really have been
my heart?
i have been
dead
too long to tell.
Too many breaks
in my breath,
too many broken
words
upon my ears-
i have lost sense
of reality
but not of life-
i refuse to be
defeated
by you.
-alysia-

Monday, January 2, 2006
07:14 p.m.
An unexpected coffee,
an unexpected sigh.
i never realized
i could fall-
could hurt
this way.
Constant torture
of endless thoughts,
the agony
of misplaced knowledge
but the stones
have already been placed
and the only choice
is to proceed,
for my future depends
on this event's
regret.
-alysia-

Monday, January 2, 2006
04:03 p.m.
anxious,
i await the moment
of fall,
of the defeat.
the rose
is long forgotten-
long dead
but the desire
prevails
like the temptation
of the scattered
butterflies.
never unlocked
but always flying.
you will not
cage
me-
i have fallen
fool
too many times
but it is the souls
that crush me
until all
energy
is spent
that life would not miss.
-alysia-

Monday, January 2, 2006
04:00 p.m.
endless rush,
you don't worry about
grace,
you have already been
tarnished
and it's too late
to look up.
In your face,
seen are the ideas
of your heart
but not the truths
behind your eyes.
Sworn
was the word
never forgotten
but constantly whispered
by your soul.
Chained,
your feet lead you
sideways
into a storm
never seen,
but always
expected.
-alysia-

Monday, January 2, 2006
03:59 p.m.
Loss,
you never pictured it
this way.
Somehow,
it slaps you in the face
and you're left
stumbling
for words-
nothing to guide you.
its been too long,
your heart
has not seen the light
and it lays
sunburnt.
-alysia-

Monday, January 2, 2006
03:55 p.m.
supernova
Dancing,
i sit contemplating
just how the world
revolves
so slowly,
so cautiously.
the wind
skips a beat
and i'm forever
racing to catch up
to nothing,
knowing that i've found it already-
i already hold it
in my palm.
the wonderful colors
stream out of my laughter
and amazement
that there's no pain.
healed, for a place to be
free-falling
into giggles,
into acceptance-
not of self,
just of others.
As they surround me,
make it hard to breathe.
pushing back,
their amazed
at how little care
it takes
to dance among
the rain.
-alysia-