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Jaded. Fragmented. Fallen.
Always Rising.
Friday, December 30, 2005
01:37 p.m.
dream,
it starts with you
but i shouldn't be surprised-
you are who my heart adores.
it's sunday night
and in all reality i should be sleeping
but your voice
enters my brain
and this smile just won't go away.
9:30 to 2-
we used to read each other's mind
but now 5 is all that matters
for it is 5 hours to you-
and so much longer back to that
unforgettable energy of your heart.
-alysia-
Friday, December 30, 2005
01:33 p.m.
beyond everything,
nothing's the same anymore
but yet nothing is everything
and i'm still dreaming
and staring into the stream
of all my mistakes-
i cannot pull myself away,
the spring holds me captive.
unheard,
songs fall silent upon my skin
and the wind melts
all hope that i began with.
-alysia-
Friday, December 30, 2005
01:14 p.m.
independent-
alone-
too determined to follow the way-
i am my own fool
and not for a lack of knowledge.
i am my own destiny-
dare to look at my eyes
they do not with hold truth-
laughter is not what you'll see.
you won't expect
and this eats at you-
you have to dig deeper-
have to gouge into the flesh.
there is no blood here-
only dried up tears.
-alysia-
Friday, December 30, 2005
12:07 p.m.
wake up-
sleep-
occasionally i dream
but then it's about you-
then it's about your poem,
then i can't sleep.
Then it's my routine-
my rut-
that keeps me alive
and my heart
away from you.
wake up-
sleep-
i have work to do-
an image to uphold,
as do you
and neither of them include
me dreaming of you...
so i wake up-
sleep-
and don't live in between
because my spirit
is still in love with you.
-alysia-
Friday, December 30, 2005
12:04 p.m.
cool,
the fall sets in
and i'm timid again.
expectant-
i know your eyes will lift to myne
and i know
that my heart will quicken
as a shy smile
matches your grin-
every morning in brisk expectation
i blush
afraid to even breathe
as i anticipate
a dream come true-
it could be-
so i dream
it could be-
so i smile
it could be-
and it's me that lowers my mind
and continues on.
-alysia-
Friday, December 30, 2005
11:58 a.m.
My imagination (for John)
left over
a new day begins
and the sun's there again::
hiding...the blankets are so warm
hiding...there's nothing more
than sleepy eyes
not wanting to wake.
the dream brushes me
and yet i don't move
there's no object--
no life within the stone.
unturned
the wind softly picks up the leaf-
dangling
it dances for life
and there's nothing touching me.
four parrallels:: two seasons...
and all images in between
have all but been
a daydream.
-alysia-
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