In it's simplest form,
Raw and gnawing
On my heart,
As eyes disect
Each scene you're in,
With other girls.
Messing with my brain,
As you walk away
To someone else,
That will win
Like I once did.
Beautiful DisguiseHer eyes are dark and clouded,
Swallowed by thoughts you'll never know,
Her perfect smile is shrouded,
By the whisper of pain below.
Her hair depicts a vibrancy,
The she wishes to someday feel,
But the colours - like her emotions,
Are far from being real.
Her mind is taunted and torn,
By agonizing voices and angry lies,
Still every day she finds the strength,
To put on a beautiful disguise.
Though her fašade has its holes,
Her personality always charms,
And on those days the darkness reigns,
I'll hold her tightly in my arms.
I Am A RobotI am a body with no mind,
My thoughts and soul were left behind,
Stolen by words wrapped in hate,
Ripped apart by a cruel fate,
This girl you see with hazel eyes,
Is just their robot in disguise.
I am a mouth with no voice,
My words fell silent without a choice,
Muted by the lack of care,
My screams weren't heard anywhere,
This girl you see with a broken smile,
Has been their puppet for awhile.
I am a glance that never sees,
My eyes are blinded to beauty,
Covered by years of endless pain,
I no longer notice things I can gain,
I am a mask,
An empty box,
It's safe to say Alycia is lost.
sweet simplicitiessweet simplicities, how i miss your sound,
the silence of mind when no one's around,
now i'm older and struggling to keep my feet on the ground.
sweet simplicities, how i miss your face,
no worries of how to win life's race,
now i'm older and struggling to find my place.
sweet simplicities, how i miss your touch,
the carefree thoughts that meant so much,
now i'm older and struggling to keep happiness clutched.
sweet simplicities, how i miss your taste,
no words on my tongue - no speaking in haste,
now i'm older and struggling to get my words straight.
sweet simplicities, why did age steal you away..?
love is evollove is evil in disguise,
but we all still crave love's lies,
that feeling of being the only one,
yet we get replaced once things come undone.
we're told it's patient and forever kind,
if that's true, true love is hard to find,
i'll admit sometimes it lasts for years,
but more often than not it's replaced by tears.
broken hearts caused by untrue words,
at the end of the day the concept's absurd,
like a china cup clasped in a child's hand,
there's a very slim chance love with withstand.
after hurtful words, and tears, and pain,
is there really anything that we can gain?
i'm not sure what true love's about,
but when it comes to "evol", count me out.
In My Hearti can't explain it in words 'cause they're much too weak,
and i'm finding you've robbed me of the need to speak,
i don't know what it is or where exactly we went right,
but now you're on my mind when i fall asleep at night.
your arms once forbidden are now surprisingly secure,
your lips once spitting fire now offer a sweet allure,
nobody ever expected things would end up this way,
and i still have trouble grasping it at the end of the day.
conversations are endless and i couldn't complain,
i'm finding these thoughts harder and harder to contain,
you light up my world and leave me begging for more,
and the comfort of your touch is one i much adore.
you may not be mine and i don't mind if you're not,
as long as you know in my heart your name holds a spot.
Once Upon A Timeyou could have had true love forever, but you didn't have the time,
instead you made it feel like loving you was nothing more than a crime,
you could have had perfection if you spared a few minutes to speak,
instead you decided to throw it away when you know we were unique.
every second we wasted fighting was recovered through hours of pleasure,
and the love we shared through everything was one no one could measure,
we could have made it through but you turned a cold shoulder to it all,
forget about the memories - i thought you said you'd never let me fall.
we could have kissed and made up like we have every time before,
but for some reason you decided that talking it out was a chore,
i know i've said some things i shouldn't - i know i've done much worse,
and there's so many mistakes that i wish i had the power to reverse.
once upon a time your eyes were open to the bigger picture at hand,
but you've closed your eyes to the truth and refuse understand,
love doesn't just happen - it tak
A body, an imageThere's too much here, too much flesh
To be held in hand from belly, thighs and hips
Undesirable, or so all magazines say
I wish she knew that the strain when she vomits,
All the tears shed afterwards will never help as
The love for herself, which makes her truly beautiful
But she unfolds and bends her body once again
Pleased to see the ribs still protruding
Though maybe less than she had wished them to
When she tries to touch the mirror
The hand there rejects her with a slap
That is not the shape it wishes to reflect
Kimi ni todokeAs I was talking to the clouds I realized
We're under the same sky, but even so
It doesn't feel right yet to call this "closeness"
Within the vast feebleness of the horizon
Between my endless inquiring projections
Raises the moon, as ever tireless, silver goddess
Since you and I both are looking into
The same lucent iris, I leave it to her hands
To deliver this, my nocturnal message
My quill screeches in tune with my breathing
Transforming my thoughts into inked consequences
With informal beginning and clumsy first paragraph
But with dictionaries and poetry nearby
I still can't find the words to properly say "hi"
So between the H and the I the moon somewhen went away
Leaving room for the sun to shine unhindered
And probe over my shoulder, only to retreat scared
Of the frowning purple from under my eyes
how do they even dareI can’t see
Why they say
They are so goddamn scarred.
“I look like a model.
But nobody sees the duct tape heart behind my beauty”
What does your otherness have to do
With your defaults.
Oh, so you are slaves to your appearance?
Tell that someone who is too tall.
Too heavy. Too. Fucking. Small.
Or just born as plain and ugly.
Tell that someone who wasn’t accepted by
Our oh-so-social society because of his looks.
And then explain to me
That you didn’t feel stupid.
You’re not pretty.
You’re just ignorant.
ItShe said it until
It was just a
Sound without meaning.
He remained silent
To avoid choking
On every syllable.
She saw it as a
Series of black
Marks on white paper.
She wrote it quickly
So she wouldn't be
Able to change her mind.
He always froze
Whenever he picked
Up the pen.
She repeated it until
She had convinced herself
Nothing was wrong.
He got used to
He didn't exist.
But there should
Have been no
Need to try.
Our life is nothing than a gameOur life is nothing than a game
And we play the hero role,
Sometimes trying to earn fame,
Having lost our real goal.
We're living in adventures,
We're struggling every day,
But with the help of our friends,
We still find time to play.
Sometimes it's not really easy,
To live on another day,
But if you ever feel uneasy,
Our friends come to us and say:
"Don't be sad, don't give up,
We're right here! We'll pull you up!
Just tag along, come on be strong!
We'll even do a little sing along!"
And when at night,
You go to bed...
You remember all,
That they have said...
And all those smiles that came,
From this world, this game,
And you relax, you sleep,
That ends another day...
What Love Means To Melove...
It isn't filled with lies
It isn't about sex
Neither of the two matter.
If you only see those things
Then love isn't there.
Love no longer exists for you.
No one expects you
To show how "worthy"
You are of our love.
We don't expect gifts
Or anything perfect
Because love isn't perfect.
"Who was that?"
"Where did you go?"
Those are the questions asked
From the ones who are scared of love
Scared of hurt
And scared to open up
It isn't about invading your "privacy"
It's about something much more.
It's about not feeling secure
Not feeling worthy
And not understanding how you could ever love us.
It's more pure
I have ever seen.
It is the unseen bond
That connects two souls
And their hearts.
Seeing it in each others eyes
No matter what,
The glowing warmth
Between you and them.
It is the passion
That envelops you both
And it is adoration
with every embrace.
There are no rules
Because love is unpredictable.
Love truly is blin
Ode to Dixon Daryl
With my final breath
An arrow pierces my chest
Shot from the crossbow you wield
This causes my slow, painful death
Reality isn't all it's cracked up to be
The moment I saw you
I was captivated, enraptured
You took my breath away
Even though I know it's all a show
No one will ever replace you
No one will ever compare
As I fall to my knees
The last thought on my mind
How I wish you were real
(Read from bottom to top)
StringsThat’s not how friendship works.
that's not how any of this works.
He doesn’t see anything.
How we’re living next to each to each other, instead of together.
This won’t work, old lad. It won’t.
I’m not for free. At least I will
Take your love. All of it. Territorial desires.
We’re still predators, you know.
Now say amen
And shut up until I’m somebody else.
Until you sucked all the war from my tongue.
You’re not angel enough to be a good death.
I can’t possibly love you this way.
You’ll remain missing overtures
And a door that is locked.
Something that is not quite me
Trip-Wire LoveWhere to start?
The very weight of it all quite cataclysmic, dragging inward with the sort of gravity lent only to those moments of piercing darkness.
The middle: a boy lies dying on the side of the road.
The end: a jailed man climbs through a bathroom window.
The start: bruises on a brown eyed girl.
Last night my lover paused before he asked me, as if the silent space would stop me from saying what he didn't want to hear, as if the imaginary ellipses would form a buffer zone between me and the ever-present potential for implosion:
What the fuck happened?
His voice broke at the closing, and I thought - what indeed?
It seems so silly that he should not understand, not imagine the constant possibility of bruising. I see it in the growth of flowers by the road, I guess it in the pale fingerprint wrists of the shop assistant girl, I carve it from my mothers shadowed smile and my sisters broken pipe eyes, and here I am again: commenting on the perpetual tumour of cyclical living. It’s