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death is so…unbecoming –
if it isn’t planned right.
it takes you by surprise.
you can’t choose
- how you look
- where you are
- who you’re with
ah, but if you could –
do your hair and your makeup perfectly
arrange yourself in an attractive manner
close your eyes softly
make your face serene…
all that’s left are the goodbyes.
take a deep breath,
let it all out,
let the plan take action.
goodbye all my loves…
guess that would be called suicide then, huh…
if it isn’t planned right.
it takes you by surprise.
you can’t choose
- how you look
- where you are
- who you’re with
ah, but if you could –
do your hair and your makeup perfectly
arrange yourself in an attractive manner
close your eyes softly
make your face serene…
all that’s left are the goodbyes.
take a deep breath,
let it all out,
let the plan take action.
goodbye all my loves…
guess that would be called suicide then, huh…
Literature
my name.
my name is
alyssa, and maybe it means
hold your breath or
chase the stars. maybe it is
that awkward shyness
of saying hello to someone
for the first time
or the warm feeling
from hugs and held hands.
maybe it means
maybe my wishes will come true,
someday or maybe
it is the sound of the wind
caressing leaves and the lullabies
of wind chimes, or maybe
it is the voice inside your head;
the shade of moonlight and
comets.
maybe 'alyssa' is a synonym
for hopeful and dreaming and
'full of life'. maybe it is the rush
in your ears while running,
the challenge of catching your breath again;
the music of wishing and the thrill
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Literature
Lust
I can smell your desire,
I can feel the fever of your skin.
I will try to acquire
All the skills to burn you from within.
With a touch so gentle and mild,
I'll abuse your innocent trust.
With a gaze unruly and wild,
I will raise your impetuous lust.
Literature
Siren
The sea is my enemy.
I repeated it to myself
Until it became my heartbeat
Always swollen in my chest
An aching sense of what should be there
But vanished long ago
Pushing against my ribcage.
This sea is my enemy.
Splinters of driftwood
Tossed, unwanted, by the tide
A log bobbing updownupdown.
Calm lull of lapping waves
Boring into my cranium
The day my hopes sunk.
Such a vivid picture painted in my mind
Filled with tranquil light blue blood.
A hell
Of sunlight glinting across the water.
Your sea is my enemy.
The one you let wash around your ankles
As you danced to its gentle murmur.
You made sure we were next to it
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This is so good.