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THE USED POET
an online journal of randomness
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posted on Tuesday, June 28, 2005 at 08:20 p.m.
looking in the mirror-
the scar has yet
to fade-
i guess it's silly
to expect a scab
after a day-
my skin
never liked rejecting
you
There was always
that allure
to you-
like the sparkle
that catcches the crow's
eye: The stench
of decaying flesh.
The animals
were all attracted
to you
and it pulled me
closer.
Suddenly with all
the wildness
i had to be close to you
had to taste
the bitter dream
and never forget you.
i had to do more
than wat was expected.
open my body
and let createures in
Paint for you
an obscure image
of pornography
death was always
easier for you
to swollow
with entertainment.
much luv- -alysia xxx ooo**To Jay**
posted on Monday, June 27, 2005 at 06:34 p.m.
JDawg- - -*smiles* thanx gurl...
i've been really nervous about this new route my poetry is taking.
i blame it on Susan Musgrave and the Int'l Cafe
*grins*
much luv- -alysia xxx ooo****
posted on Sunday, June 26, 2005 at 07:01 p.m.
this is the first time
her pace hasn't changed.
that she hasn't rushed
to cover up
whichever image she doesn't want
him to see.
this is the first time
that her day has stayed the same.
the music hasn't changed.
she's ready for him to see the real her.
buried in necklaces.
hands covered in paint.
random papers
and sketches.
the litter on her soul.
the scars
the ugliness
the facts.
this is the first time
she's actually removed the mask
and smashed it on the floor.
much luv- -alysia xxx ooo**Brief Bus Stop (ani)**
posted on Sunday, June 26, 2005 at 05:14 p.m.
she sat there like a photograph
of someone much further away
we shared a brief bus stop
on one of those inbetween days
she gave me her smile
and I looked underneath
at the lipstick on her teeth
she asked me for a light
and if I thought her hair looked okay
we grew out of the small talk
into stuff strangers just don't say
we discovered we are both
pleasently furious half of the time
when we're not just toeing the line
we sat underneath the shelter
as the rain came down outside
the bench was cold
against the underside of our thighs
I said I think we need new responses
each question's a revolving door
and she said, yeah,
my life may not be something special
but it's never been lived before
we decided our urgency will wane
when we grow old
and there will be a new generation of anger
new stories to be told
but I said, I don't know if I can wait
for that peace to be mine
and she said, well, you know,
we've been waiting for this bus
for an awfully long time
much luv- -alysia xxx ooo**"creating"**
posted on Saturday, June 25, 2005 at 05:13 p.m.
lol. so, all i have succeeded in doing. .
is saying goodbye to Trav and Dave, and start painting....aka getting paint all over me and listening to ani difranco...and singing along far too loud.
it's a good day.
much luv- -alysia xxx ooo**Travis. . .finally**
posted on Thursday, June 23, 2005 at 10:47 p.m.
So, i'm finally going to see my bestest best friend EVER!
i love you trav...like seriously i'm never being this seperated frum you EVER.
other than that....not much is new.....
not that there ever is.
Mom---bout the whole Mark situation (((remember?))). the whole waking up conclusion.... _ _ _ _ R _ _ _ _. i'm disappointed once again....how do you get these things to work anyway??? i guess i'm just 'bout ready to give up on this one. i'm too impatient and stubborn (thankgawd).
Jay---thanx fer letting me tell you a "secret" today. i needed to mention it to sumone.
mandi---you know it.
much luv- -alysia xxx ooo****
posted on Thursday, June 23, 2005 at 03:50 p.m.
caught up in the
feeling
not much is left.
desolate and dark-
only the hospital walls
surround me
memories of the faded
green glass
jutting frum my skin
and the fallen
wine glass-
i never could really
hold onto anything.
i find the mistake
stains everything
but then again
i never had the
patience
to be the homemaker
my mother wished
i would be.
i guess that's why
you fell in love
with me-
i guess that's wat
started this mess
quietly, i whisper
i wish it wouldn't
have been this way.
it never should have
been this way.
much luv- -alysia xxx ooo
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