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Corners by: Alyssa
Your corners are untouchable.
Soft, transient
But they remain
Through your denials
Mine are dulled
By time, pain, maybe
That I no longer recall
Obdurate
I have yet to find someone
With perfect corners
I don't want them
but if I must
Could they at least be flawlessly errant?
Like yours?
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Acid Rain and Jello
Here’s a poem for your pocket
Won’t quite fit
Misshapen to your standards
Here’s my lost legacy
Oh! discovered again
I preferred it forgotten
Here’s a quivering treasure but,
No?
It’s been dissolved into Nothingness.
Odd how that is.
Here’s to bouleversement
Of everything and, maybe
The stain on my desk
Where I keep my Tragedies
Here’s to- oh,
there goes my train of thought
I’m quite afraid
Of nothing, that it swerved out of control
I believe I’ve made my oval.
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Rinse by: Alyssa
sometimes the rain falls soft
on her unprotected back
with gentle taps
the silvery typewriter letters
falls soft
on her tangled hair
full of tiny rain-diamonds
and over her moonlit face
and sometimes it falls hard
piercing her pearly skin
past the layers of indifference
scouring away the
unshed tears
and leaving her broken an exposed
until the rain fall soft again
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Calloused by: Alyssa
The sky is steel and everything's still
An 18 year old is learning to kill
He's crouched in a ditch on foreign land
With a loaded rifle in his calloused hand
He steadies his breath with an army cadence
As he aims at the enemy near a barbwire fence
The cold misty air nips his hands to the bone
He utters no sound- his presence unknown
This was what he'd been training for, yes, he was ready
But it becomes hard just to keep his gun steady
He tells himself that it is kill or be killed
But his quickening heartbeat will not be stilled
Paused on the trigger, he halts, still uncertain
The silence around him as thick as a curtain
He looks down and brushes his calloused hand
Over the face of a lifeless American man
He crouches in a grave full of people he'd known
He needs them today, now he is alone
And the cold misty rain falls into his eyes
All of them, lifeless, but too young to die
The shot that was fired was heard miles around
By the corpses of soldiers that lay on the ground
By the Sun rising crimson in the eastern sky
By the enemy boy that was too young to die
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xEmptyx by: Alyssa
right now i feel
empty
like a water jug
with nothing
not air or
silver droplets
or warmth
just hollow
and still.
and the world seems
dispasssionate and colorless
too terrestrial
for my
luminsescent thoughts
of music
light
sound
and emptiness
in emptiness i am complete
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What If by: Alyssa
What if time stood still
What if all light
was suddenly quenched
and space
was devoured
leaving us
confined
as we scream
claustrophobic
never again
What if suddenly
we were all just
gone
with nothing
to remind
our descendants
of what it all used to be
back in the good old days
What if it has already happened
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Rationale? by: Alyssa
Cry
Rippled, shifting
Tightens
Small wonder
Broken
Not quite full
Half empty
Don’t speak
I like fragments
Why complete
?
point please
veer to the left
Glass
Shattered to the bone
Who needs sense
When you have free style reason
Continuity
Pointless
Veer diagonally
Missed the point!
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Gem by: Alyssa
You are a priceless gemstone
And you are a weathered boulder
You sparkle, silent, arctic
But somehow you make me colder
I love the way you live
But I hate the way you are
I love your outer veneer
But I hate your inner scars
I love the way you speak
But I hate the things you say
I like that you can’t be shattered,
Broken by the day
I love the way you’re glowing
Though you have a shadowed soul
I love the way you seem so warm
But inside you’re so cold.
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Melodic Wraith by: Alyssa
Soundless, creeps the dusty stair
with alabaster fingers fair
the wraithe, tomorrow's yesterday
eternity, the longest day
Soundless, falls her footfalls light
In rainy, still midsummer night
Immortal, grey her presence stays
Discreet in all her seraphim ways
Strikes gentle chords within my mind
On tabletop, ensnaring time
With Alabaster fingertaps
To fill the spaces, hollow gaps
When music is no longer played
and Night silently kills the day
I hear a fly behind my wall
Melodic wraithe, who ensnares all
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Mesmerized by: Alyssa
It's simple
you explain
running a hand through the dust
the world is but a toy
for us to own
or destroy
but i am deaf
and maybe blind
as you destroy your inner world
mesmerized
by your black
beetle eyes
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