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THE USED POET
an online journal of randomness
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posted on Sunday, July 10, 2005 at 07:24 p.m.
too afraid to lose you.
your sharpness
doesn't make me
bleed
and that absence
surprises me
and astonishes
you
as you stand before me
knife
dangling in hand.
you were never one
for losing games.
thought they were
for kids.
and those weak
of heart.
you never had
the patience
for disease
and i could never
start
being the gurl
falling apart.
much luv- -alysia xxx ooo****
posted on Thursday, July 7, 2005 at 09:44 p.m.
Just wanted to say goodnight.
Oh And a small but very special thank you to Patrick....you've crept inside this dusty skull of myne. i hope the creatures breeding inside my mind will procreate because it'll be interesting to find and paint with.
much luv- -alysia xxx ooo****
posted on Thursday, July 7, 2005 at 09:42 p.m.
a brief moment.
stopping.
breathing.
it's hard for me to imagine.
to dream.
i've never painted this way.
always ended up with
more color
on my mind
than my soul.
you never did like
the beginning.
thought it was too sappy
and predictable.
it got under your skin
and made you crawl---
you were never one
to stand on your knees
always wanted to be known
as strong
strength
always was
your weakness.
much luv- -alysia xxx ooo****
posted on Wednesday, July 6, 2005 at 08:34 p.m.
my music-
Kay Starr, Billie Holiday-
Janis
From Autumn to Ashes.
my quirks
like The History of
Western Philosophy-
my addiction
to Susan Musgrave
and poetry
have all be on display-
no matter
how much jewellry i
hide under.
much luv- -alysia xxx ooo****
posted on Wednesday, July 6, 2005 at 07:39 p.m.
So, i'm sitting here...and have been sitting here staring at the monitor wondering wat to write for quite sumtime.
staring and eating slices of cucumber.
but only the seeded part.
it's a "bad habit" i've seemed to pick up. That, and banananananananas are my comfort food now.
don't even ask because i don't know why.
Things seem to have taken a strange twist. Drastically and yet, it all seems familiar.
i didn't do any writing yet today...have been too intensely overwhelmed by sum feedback on my writing.
my heart's a flutter
and i'm covered in paint.
much luv- -alysia xxx ooo**today**
posted on Monday, July 4, 2005 at 09:49 p.m.
Sitting-
i find the boredom
consuming me-
not even daydreams
keep me awake.
The idle chatter
of random people
does nothing to stray
my thoughts
away frum you.
Karin asked me
about you
today
and i could feel
my eyes gleaming
before the thought
was even conscious.
She was happy.
To say the least
that was the most
entertaining
part of my day.
That and the most
beautiful
comment.
The caffine slowly
seeping-
staining my hands.
much luv- -alysia xxx ooo****
posted on Monday, July 4, 2005 at 09:34 p.m.
entangled-
images of the night
of the passion overflowing.
Consuming-
i'm overwhelmed
and it's only just beginning.
You flow over me
and thru me
bite into my skin
and i'm addicted again.
Narcissistic behavior-
these four walls again,
appear like strangers
with memories from friends.
Comforting,
yet containing
the world fears
i will harm myself again.
Strange, how a prison sentence
earns that right
and creates me
susceptible to others.
And yet in the dim light,
with you watching
me this way-
i know it's only you-
Your fears
that have treated me
this way.
much luv- -alysia xxx ooo
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