Alysson

2006-04-25T18:16:00.000-07:00

I found this poem online by an E.E. Cummings

if you like my poems let them
walk in the evening,a little behind you
then people will say
"Along this road i saw a princess pass
on her way to meet her lover(it was
toward nightfall)with tall and ignorant servants."

I found this interesting because of the underlying meaning in their writting. It starts by saying 'if you like my poems' and then refers to anyone that likes his poems a princess. It shows somewhat of an errogance or pride. At the very least it is an obvious sign of confidence. As I was reading it, I did feel an overwhelming beauty in his words. I pictured a pretty woman walking down a dirt road, trees around her with a large house in the distance (where her lover might be).

2006-04-22T17:35:00.000-07:00

My heart is heavy
The flood gates are bound
To fall tonight
Causing chaos in my head

The only warmth i had
Grew fridgid
Dead air on the other end
Of the line

I grew upset and you fled
like a murderer abandoning
The scene of the crime

Teetering on the edge
Has formed into plummeting down
Down
It's a never ending cycle

No quick incline
No rapid
Decline
Just one g i a n t circle

The ticking of the clock
Has become louder echoing
A reminder of how quickly
Our time is cut short

Yet you cut me short
When will we learn
As a whole how precious
We are to each other

When it's too late

2006-04-02T17:04:00.000-07:00

Wonderland

Although
My feet
Were
Bitterly cold

My mind
Was flooded
With
Warmth

Today i avoided
The sidewalks
Just to hear
The crunching of the snow
Beneath my feet

Sometimes
Winter sings
With perfect
Rhythm and harmony

2006-04-02T16:51:00.000-07:00

Down

I've lost myself again
Barely visible
Through the holes
In your soul

I'm drowning in you
How could i let this happen?
Blindly i gave you my mind
And let you run with it

I'm nothing but a mere
Wind up toy
To you
Why do i let this go on?

Take me off
Of this medication
You force down
My throat

The after taste leaves me
To gag and i can't speak
With words overflowing
From your tongue

2006-03-26T16:47:00.000-08:00

Dismal

Fallen victim
To the fate which surrounds for him
Fallen friend
With now tarnished shin

Undying idiocy
Followed by unconquerable death
Senseless act of stupidity
Leading to one final faint breath

Taken from me
Taken from others
To be never brought back
whom had grown to be my brother

Quiet carried on
Without mindful effort
descended below
Into dismal black desert

Taken from me
Taken from others
An adversary of no crime
A now never ending remembrance

Senseless silence
Senseless descent

2006-03-26T16:36:00.000-08:00

Waste

Countless hours spent
Heeding to your every need
Questions asked
Questions answered
All of which has just
Turned into Greed

I promised my life
With a pledge of yours
As well
Too blind to see past
The beauty
Too jaded to perceive
Your hidden hell

Countless untrue stories told
The lies uttered through their teeth
To hell with my excuses
And the truth
The thought of my thought is irrelevant

I promised my life
With a pledge of yours
As well
Too blind to see past
Your eyes
What a waste of fucking
Time!

Countless untrue stories told
The lies uttered through their teeth
To hell with my excuses
And the truth
The thought of my thought is irrelevant

Countless untrue stories told
Lies uttered through their fucking teeth
Forget reality and forget the truth
To hell with the thought
I am irrelevant

2006-03-18T17:33:00.000-08:00

Cynthia and I wrote this out of our poems that we had to write in class with the last word of each line of the previous poems written...

The dark increases
It changes city color
Shadow dim
We live alone
Philosophy has fallen
Meaning aside
Two classes we have overcome
Hardship aside
Process on

This one was the same thing but with the newspaper picture...

Sunset falling on the city line
Colors change to dark shadows
A hidden face stands alone
The darkness increases

2006-03-18T17:28:00.000-08:00

From the 3 line thing we did in class....

Creation as we know it
Stands strong
Through the winds
Of Change

Even the lavish lilacs
Of the norther city
Absorbed
Al color

We may find it hard
To set logic and reason aside
Words are the cells
Of harmonious meaning

Meaning to feeling
He was best loved
Best respected
By all

But with a word-a-day philosophy
The seasons colored grey
Whose very shadow
Is all so dim

It is a dynamic
Process
Both tough and bold
But we carry on

2006-03-04T21:23:00.000-08:00

Something I wrote that is still VERY much in rough draft phase

Shadows witness
through blind eyes
Minus her sight
she still cries.
Wonder why
Faith still stays

Far away
In forgotten ways
She writes her letters
She hopes to recieve
The love she has sent
For this is what she needs

She sits in her room
Her phone retains its quiet
She thinks of their time

Shadows displayed
But not seen
Far away from her
Wondering what has been
Done with the time
That they had
Shattered and broken
Realizing so sad

The weight is lifted
The sentence finished
Period, place
Punishment abolished
Shadows witnessed
Through glistening eyes

A tear falls
As she begins to cry
He runs to hold her
And speak of reason
But all that matters
Is that shadows are witnessed
And cast away for what is real

2006-02-12T15:48:00.000-08:00

Clear

A single white rose left to lie
A broken heart, is heard to cry.
A symbol of pure love, a rose of pure white.
Forbidden hopes, and dreams that felt so right.

An autumn breeze carries life away,
Never again to be seen by the light of day.
A soul is leaving full of pain,
Fantasies bound and slowly slain.
Painful tears filled with fear,
Drowning pure love, inside turns clear.

A single white rose, left to die
Only to be forgotten, that love was inside.
It's fading beauty struggling to survive,
As this is its duty, it must not die.

Only a memory existing within,
Reflecting the beauty that once had been.
A broken heart hides, from its insufferable pain,
In order to keep from going insane.

A single white rose left to lie,
All alone inside pure love shall surely die.

2006-02-09T15:08:00.000-08:00

WHY I'M NOT A LADY (AND NO WOMAN IS)
Sherryl Kleinman

Ladies have plae skin,
wear white gloves
they sweep across the top
of the armoire
to make sure the
darker-skinned woman
who cleaned it
didn't forget or cheat.

A lady doesn't sit
with one leg dangling
over the arm of the chair
like she just doesn't give a damn.

Ladies don't fix cars, build bridges, wire houses.
Ladies become First Lady, not President.

Sit up straigh, young lady!
Cross your legs (shave them first).
Remove (surgically if necessary)
that frown from your forehead.
Lower your voice.
Smile.

(If anyone asks why you
snuck down to the Ladies Room,
say you had to owder your nose.)

Call yourself a lady
and he'll protect you,
he'll respect you,
he won't leave.
But who protects the cleaning lady?

Wonder why we don't have
"Ladies Studies"
at the university?

I'll remain a woman,
keep the basic word
that got so dirty
she wants to clean herself off
and be called lady.

Until a real woman
can earn one dollar on the man's dollar;
Until a real woman can call her body her own;
Until a real woman can love a woman in peace,
love a man without fear;
Until a real woman can walk the dark streets
with her mind on the stars and not on her back,

I will know that lady is a lie.

2006-02-05T18:04:00.000-08:00

So I am going through some of my older poems (I don't even think they would be considered poems). I've found a few that I wrote and they are also not very happy. I seem, like a lot of people I know, to write more (or at all) when I'm upset so don't mind the sadness and depressed sound to them. That's not normally me.

---

When you hear my scream
then you'll know I'm gone.
Gone for good
with this hate inside
I feel for myself.

I'll be gone tomorrow
when you wake
from your lovely dreams
of the perfect things
I could never do for you
because I'm just a f*ck up,
a beautiful waste of time.

---

It's so lonely
in this big empty room,
this bed made for two.
Without you
I dont know
what to do.

I'll lay on the floor
and hope to sleep
just an hour or two
tonight
without you...

2006-02-05T17:58:00.000-08:00

It's a little sad or dark maybe but I like the way it sounds...

I wish I could die tomorrow
To forget the pain and sorrow.
Maybe I would be better then
and see the road before the bend.

For now I'll just wait for a better day,
in hopes my dreams will find their way
to the reality that i wish them to be,
to the truth they tell to you and me.

2006-01-27T13:20:00.000-08:00

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