He said to me,
"And when you're distraught my dear, I want you to look at your hands.
Your hands are the ones that have braced your falls.
They have moved the obstacles in your way, only to create something so beautiful in the end.
Your hands have touched and healed the Earth and the creatures that dwell amongst her.
They know hard work and soft play.
Your hands are the ones that have gripped and grasped firmly to the things and souls you hold most dear.
They have written your traumas and triumphs.
So once again love, I want you to look at YOUR hands and realize just how strong they truly are."
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
i.
without words,
boy, caught up in the dark,
brown-eyed boy,
as night drifts,
dark in her clouds.
ii.
a tumbling
star,
leaden feet
sink to earth,
drowning stream...
poured from a water jug
a dark, crackling sky.
iii.
night's thick opiates
glaze,
unmissable sky
sinks anchor-like.
iv.
slumber-heavy,
dreams carried to the stars,
lost time
stretching like a cat.
v.
boy, sleep sound tonight,
brown-eyed boy,
as night drifts
dark in her clouds.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
Pastel skies and chilly dark nights,
this is life for a wildflower like me.
Sitting by the fire full of hopes and desires,
longing to once again feel free.
Seldom do I feel free with my roots deeply entangled in you.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
My heart can be compared to the northern lights
It is reflected in my dark brown eyes
That flash colors that no one can explain
Blues the base of all the other colors
All colors fade and melt into the blueness of my soul
My red passion mixed with my blue depression turns into a lustful purple
My hearts deep blue depths sparkle with life
Flashing strands of neon green rise from the depths to the surface and pool there
Embers the colors of vibrant oranges, violent reds and golden yellow burn in the deep blues
Making my soul look angry and aggressive
Though when the brave reach out to touch
They are not burned with the heat of fire but by the fierce pain of pure ice
I watch as if in a dream as my soul changes shape and color
Sometimes it's icy beauty takes my breath away
And causes tears to fill my dark flashing eyes
My soul has seasons like the Earth
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Each season brings its own colors and feelings
It is an endless color wheel that is alive and fills the room with it's life
But sometimes there is no color...
And my soul goes black... and it takes love to bring the color back...
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
The words I'd like to tell you...
All the things I'd like to say...
I've decided they're simple
Let me put it this way:
I love you
I'm sorry
I miss you
Don't hurt me
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
you've always been my
favorite book
never difficult to pick from the shelf
and breeze through.
I have read you
over
and over
one thousand times
and I find things
with each and every read
that I never discovered
in the last.
all of the genres
combined within you;
mystery,
romance,
comedy;
an endless movie
running through my head
with you as the lead role
and I couldn't imagine a life
without you being written
into it.
Copyright © 2015 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
With my mouth taped shut, and my hands tied up,
my feet shackled down, anxiety pushes me
to my own bewildered hell. Where endless
oceans break along a coast of shame
Her eyes hold no emotion and her heart
holds a lifeless tune. But nothing will
ever beat her devilish dress woven from
the stolen sanity of the prey she lurks at night.
She tears at my skin as I fall deeper in.
Pity means nothing to her exuberant claws.
My fears engraved in her malicious mind.
Her icy breath lingers. A puppet to her world.
My thoughts reek of burnt molasses,
drowning hope in their viciousness. I choke
on the screams that will never escape as
utter helplessness buckles my knees
water in my lungs, my eyes are stinging red
while I’m drowning in my mind again
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
a wild little girl who chases
marvelous little dreams
with no intention of facing
what tomorrow may bring
but who could blame her?
he's wrapped around her
finger so beautifully that
she's started to believe it's
always looked this way
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
Don't fall in love with me.
I will tear you
to bits and pieces
with love, affection, and
poetry.
I'll tell you how
beautiful you look,
and when you ask
"How do I look beautiful"
I'll say
"Well darling, I must get going now."
I'll leave you breathless
in kisses
because you'll never want
to stop but
I'm already in my car
ready to go.
Don't fall in love with me
because I'll become
a female version of
John Green.
I'll write you poetry and
make you the love interest
in my novels,
but there's a reason why I
never finish anything.
I'll fall out of love,
love is boring
and when you
fall in love with me
I'll become uninterested
because I can't chase you
anymore.
It's all in the chase,
because I like getting
what I deserve
but when I get it,
it's not what I wanted.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
I won't spend my life waiting around for you...
Then we broke hysterically, because not even I believed that.
Nor could I convince you.
Yeah, we'll see...
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC