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alyssa-lehenbauer
alyssa-lehenbauer
I don't follow specific "rules" of writing, and at times it seems that the writing rules me. Yet, we get along in our own way, my poems and I. So, if you have time to take a look, I hope you can find some enjoyment in my rather unruly relationship with words.
Do you ever feel like your Heart took a vacation and didn't tell you it was leaving?… I do. You notice when doesn't long for some one to love you, It doesn't care if some one does. It doesn't do anything because it's not there. The hole that it left when it packed its bag doesn't hurt, It doesn't bleed. Its just empty. So you are empty, You don’t care about others, you don’t care about your self. You don’t notice the word around you or what's happening inside. You’re Completely apathetic. Meanwhile your mind echos Bon Voyage to a heart that won’t answer back. And you try to get angry that it left with out saying good bye But you heart isn't in it because your heart isn't anywhere. It’s Gone So you settle in to wait because with out your heart, what good are you? Even a broken heart is better than none at all. So you wait and tell your self that it will probably be back tomorrow or the next day. or the next… You hope that it is visiting some place warm so when it gets back it can push back the cold That is growing in its place.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
Have a Nice Trip
I wish I could take this rose And bottle it up to take it with me. It’s fragrance reminding me Who I can be; Who I am. When my blood turns black And my soul is wilted When my skin is pale And my heart defenseless I could remember my rose. Then my weary roots could soak up its life. My blood would turn scarlet And my soul would stand tall My cheeks would be rosy and my heart defended by thorns. If I had this rose with me In every dark hour I could always face life With color, strength and power.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
The Power of Roses