pale blue dot    1977 -    9 followers
Lover of words, art, music, humor, and conversation. I find inspiration from learning new things. I write and read daily. I hope that takes me somewhere lovely one of these days. I am a teacher and a learner. I am the catcher in the rye, the mockingbird, and an occasional swinger of birches. If it's possible to be made of words, that will be my next life--or, I will gladly be the guitar solo in any george harrison beatles song.

I'd love you to visit me on tumblr:
http://aliciasprs.tumblr.com A catch-all blog. Things that I like; songs, pictures, writing, ideas, and links to my other tumblr blogs.
Lover of words, art, music, humor, and conversation. I find inspiration from learning new things. I write and read daily. I hope that takes me somewhere lovely one of these days. I am a teacher and a learner. I am the catcher in the rye, the mockingbird, and an occasional swinger of birches. If it's possible to be made of words, that will be my next life--or, I will gladly be the guitar solo in any george harrison beatles song.

I'd love you to visit me on tumblr:
http://aliciasprs.tumblr.com A catch-all blog. Things that I like; songs, pictures, writing, ideas, and links to my other tumblr blogs.
alicia spears
alicia spears
Dec 23, 2012

a truth can never be spoken
we are all universes
in ourselves

alicia spears
alicia spears
Dec 23, 2012

even wind,
at times,
wears socks.

alicia spears
alicia spears
Dec 23, 2012

blind
is love
so we
won't see
eye-to-eye

alicia spears
alicia spears
Dec 3, 2012

embrace
within yourself
that which is unexpected,
that which is unique,
because
chaos
is
beauty

alicia spears
alicia spears
Oct 21, 2012

and this is not a poem
literary fates eclipse
this little language
trapped in noun worship.
but, that's not what words are for,
any noun is a metaphor
an adjective similarly, a conformity
of monsters, de-monstrated.
grammatically
and her graceful verbal gates are
swiftly, adverbially, justified;
clarified and in-dignified.
this is not understanding,
this may be a collection of figures, but
this could also be any number
of lines on paper,
concretely representing,
a passionate case for
words;
the punctuated cultural utterances
that pool and dissipate
in the empty spaces
a mouth was taught to make


fake

alicia spears
alicia spears
Oct 21, 2012

i love you
because
you always
let me sit
on the inside of the booth
at restaurants,
always
give me room
on the shared movie theater armrest
and
insist on walking closest to the curb
on sidewalks...

alicia spears
alicia spears
Oct 9, 2012

i don't do well in chat-rooms
web boards
or blogs, really

i just do it
because i can.
and maybe someone
hears me

 
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