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Jaded. Fragmented. Fallen.
Always Rising.
Sunday, January 8, 2006
09:08 p.m.
As the wind blows,
the fire goes out-
there's no light,
so many places
to go
but no where to really
hide.
you're alone,
full of fear-
the wind whispers in you ear
things you needn't know
but you made that choice
you crossed that line
and now you hold the pain-
the scars of all the
truths
you had to endure
to defend the way you've lived
your life.
-alysia-
Sunday, January 8, 2006
09:06 p.m.
The bitterness
tearing at her heart-
the thorns
have just dug
deeper-
the pain,
now unbearable
turns to blood-
the sweet song
brought by love.
-alysia-
Sunday, January 8, 2006
09:04 p.m.
the cries of the unknown
call out,
reaching those
who wait
for all their life
could have been.
those who suffer
without release-
without the thought of
acceptance.
who will please the mourning sun?
none will know
but the wind will still pass
blessing us all
with the breath that
will never last.
-alysia-
Sunday, January 8, 2006
09:02 p.m.
the frustrations,
releases of pain
scratched with glass...
don't dare spill a drop
its plunder
taking control
don't dare speak a word,
don't tell mom and dad
you told.
the prison
you create for yourself
is nothing but a weed.
the hell-
the agony
the past that you used to wish for
it all comes back
and like the beach
you'll soon find yourself
endless
and chained forever
by the words of your mistakes.
-alysia-
Sunday, January 8, 2006
08:56 p.m.
a sigh,
disappointment
and even shame
whatever
the pain brings me.
the funs of yesterday
sing in my mind
and i'm left helplessly
stranded
in the web
that i've spun
i know not which way
is up
nor down.
i just know that
the sound
of music
brings tears
and memories
of that yesterday
sing in my mind
and i'm left helplessly
stranded
in the web
that i've spun
i know not which way
is up
nor down.
i just know that
the sound
of music
brings tears
and memories
of that yesterday
i spent with you
someone new
someone i'm afraid
to let in.
someone that keeps
pressing the
line
until it finally
breaks.
-alysia-
Sunday, January 8, 2006
08:53 p.m.
The hurt
that causes bitterness
to bleed.
the blood rushing
into her soul.
blinding her thoughts,
her visions of
her future.
there's no where to go-
she cannot escape
and everywhere she turns
she sees the wake
of the spring blossom
and it's like a knife
that carves a bigger
scar
into her heart,
something that's so used to
forgetting what's been
and not wanting anything more
but to be
unloved
-alysia-
Sunday, January 8, 2006
08:50 p.m.
Unforgettable
but realizing
that it must end.
Chaos
never knowing
guessing
leaving
hell
nothing in harmony
pain
the thirst for blood,
the hunger of the
world.
no where to turn.
stand up,
face the world yourself.
-alysia-
Sunday, January 8, 2006
08:47 p.m.
Misunderstood
but normal
no one can see the blood
that drinks deep
into her eyes
her vision blurred
but everything seems clear.
being used, judged
mistreated
but normal
what would a life gain from any
of this?
-alysia-
Sunday, January 8, 2006
07:49 p.m.
Battling,
the perfection drowns
those who hold no beliefs
those who fall
deeply.
scarred but still
fighting,
the pain never ends
even when the taps stops-
never dry
just dead.
waiting for the living's
blood.
drink deep
the thorns beckon...
count my petals
so that i may lead.
the frozen path
lays no chill
for those who
walk naked
"please me"
death reigns as the
clouds draw near,
closing in
and burning
those who cannot
fly.
-alysia-
Sunday, January 8, 2006
07:44 p.m.
The patterns
lay the like ruts
careful not to fall in
i remember the used-to-bes
the yesterdays,
the holes where i thought
my heart would lay forever.
laughter of my own
mocks who i used to be
and i know next when i turn around
it'll be like it has always been-
you following me.
-alysia-
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