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 Feb 2015 Alyssa
M
one direction
 Feb 2015 Alyssa
M
and somehow you kicked all my walls in
I am foolishly completely falling
I know how it goes for day and night
never together, for they see things in a different light
there's always room for common ground
riding on a wind and I can't give up
I think I'm gonna win this time
it's taking it's taking all I've got
I'm like a boat on the water
you're the raise on the waves that calms my mind
and I can't see two feet in front of me
only half a blue sky, kind of there but not quite
I'm walking round with just one shoe
I'm half a heart without you
half a man at best- with half an arrow in my chest
tell me with your mind, body, and spirit
but do you really wanna be alone?
made of a bunch of lyrics that I did not write
 Feb 2015 Alyssa
SøułSurvivør
~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
 Feb 2015 Alyssa
Shannon Jeffery
You can't build a home
With bricks of cracked stone
 Feb 2015 Alyssa
Dinah M
up
 Feb 2015 Alyssa
Dinah M
up
there's the sun,
and all the stars,
and he is the moon
who reflects
the light to me
when the dark
comes around
and i can't see

without the sun,
the moon would
not be shining
so the moon
chases the sun
continuously

then he tells me,
"isn't she lovely?"

somewhere deep
inside of me,
i desperately wish
he was talking
about me

but my light can
never be as bright
as hers

she is the sun
that lights him up

and i am just
a mere human
who can see
the beauty
of the universe
whenever i look
up

i see the moon
with all its stars,

all of the bright,
little things

along with all
of the flaws on
its surface

but i just can't
explain why
he looks so
beautiful, so
perfect
in my eyes

your universe
might include
the galaxies,
the planets,
asteroids,
meteoroids,
and comets

but my universe
is when i can
see all the
constellations,
hear all of the
rustling trees
and still feel
the same thing
in my heart
whenever i look

up

and imagine
that he is
holding me
in his arms
because i can only imagine.
 Feb 2015 Alyssa
LJ Chaplin
Inject me,
Pierce the skin
And it let it merge
With blood cells and
Bacardi,
Press your lips against mine
And slip the pill onto my tongue,
Don't pull away until each grain
dissolves
Stacks of cash
From selling love in bottles,
Capsules,
IV drips,
Losing our minds as we
Become entangled in unconsciousness.

But when I wake up you're gone.
Sweaty palms,
Goosebumps,
The fear of relinquishing control,
Or even losing my mind?
We become addicted to the visions
In our head,
The dreams we steal from dark corners
Of the brain
When we are intoxicated,
Yet with each passing of time
We rely on what numbs the pain
Of what we lost.
 Feb 2015 Alyssa
Colette Williams
Trained to mistrust
To question
To smell out a lie
From miles away.

Trained to guard her
The inner child
She has no defenses
She opens herself up

And I close her
Bury her
Shelter her
Underneath these layers
Of doubt and deception.
 Feb 2015 Alyssa
Alyanna de Jesus
Words spill quietly down my ribs.
Dip between every vertebrae,
Spread across awakening skin.

Morning, beautiful, mine.

You speak with wandering syllables,
Sliding vowels and unrolling tongue.

I respond like the ocean greeting the shore.

Smooth, deliberate, desperate.

Time slows, thighs spread
Mouths know, hips beg,
Bodies suspend.

Climbing, carrying, caught.

Palms reach, fingers extend.
With ragged words, once sleek and smooth,
You ask me who i am.

Yours, yours, yours.
 Feb 2015 Alyssa
Thomas Carew
Ask me why I send you here
The firstling of the infant year;
Ask me why I send to you
This primrose all bepearled with dew:
I straight will whisper in your ears,
The sweets of love are washed with tears.
Ask me why this flower doth show
So yellow, green, and sickly too;
Ask me why the stalk is weak
And bending, yet it doth not break:
I must tell you, these discover
What doubts and fears are in a lover.
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