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Jaded. Fragmented. Fallen.
Always Rising.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
10:17 a.m.
as i brush dust frum my eyes,
frum my skin
i slowly reveal
wat has long been held within.
the colors,
the passion
of darkness.
society has long coated me in its sugary perfection
and taught me to let it all in.
don't let the poet out.
you don't know where it's been.
swimming thru concrete,
jumping the fence.
so many metaphors try to hold me.
beg for me to conform.
and i sit watching this all.
feeling the dust slowly seeping into my pores
and i can't breathe on my own anymore.
the forget easily tho.
and a threat is no threat
for ill preparation of wat will never have been.
-alysia-
Saturday, October 22, 2005
10:14 a.m.
she never got the person she always dreamed of.
never finished the story with the fairy tale ending.
she bore a daughter in the early hours of morning.
she bored and carried a baby. raised the daughter that would complete her.
but she got me.
he fell in love. madly. insanely.
the chemistry was electric and ran vividly thru his body.
his eyes were opened one evening.
walked thru the door to find her on the floor.
knife just out of reach.
he fell in love with a gurl. spent days smiling and happy. planning and dreaming.
he got me.
picked me up off the floor. gathered me in his arms.
he got me.
i'm only me.
-alysia-
Saturday, October 22, 2005
10:10 a.m.
i am my father's daughter.
can fall asleep to anything.
wake up and not know the difference.
drink the drinkers under the table
and wake up early the next day.
like my music loud and my singing silly.
i can spot the ones that will fall for me
and all i have to do is give them the eye.
spent my youth, maybe a lil too free
surrounded by friends, laughter
and have signatures in my yearbooks frum all those
that had fallen for me.
i do my chores and cleaing
during intermissions of the hockey game.
love screaming at the ref
and cheering-
annoying the family around me.
Sports, Beer, White Wine, the same mischievous glint in my eye.
i am my father's daughter
and i'm living it loudly.
dancing and singing out loud.
-alysia-
Saturday, October 22, 2005
10:08 a.m.
kinda feels solid
the way i'm swaying on this ground
like a fish without water
drowning in air
and the sugar-coated nature
of bubblegum-
i never did like the stickiness
nor the way it clung to my teeth
like a dying rafter
clinging to rocks
in a fit of rage
and past thoughts he can't possibly change.
there just can't be another way.
-alysia-
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