alyssa-rose - Hello Poetry

Poets/Writers/Artists! I have started a literary journal called 'Sun and Moon' and submissions are OPEN. This is a space for new and emerging writers. Send your poems, short stories, and/or visual art to [email protected]. Feel free to inbox for more information!

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Jul 19, 2018

Jul 19, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC

Sun and Moon

Poets/Writers/Artists! I have started a literary journal called 'Sun and Moon' and submissions are OPEN. This is a space for new and emerging writers. Send your poems, short stories, and/or visual art to [email protected]. Feel free to inbox for more information!

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May your eyes never forget the taste of me- taken in, devoured, in the humid evenings of late July. May your lips never forget the smell of me- pink skin catching every glisten of sweat condensing under the hot sun. May your ears never forget the sight of your name escaping in a gasp from my pink lips, my eyes wide open never missing a second of your perfection.

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Mar 14, 2016

Mar 14, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC

Senses

May your eyes never forget the taste of me- taken in, devoured, in the humid evenings of late July. May your lips never forget the smell of me- pink skin catching every glisten of sweat condensing under the hot sun. May your ears never forget the sight of your name escaping in a gasp from my pink lips, my eyes wide open never missing a second of your perfection.

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"Come alive..." he urged. Those whispered words ached in my heart night after night. I could never seem to make sense of the request, and he could never see that he was the only thing keeping me strung together. To him, I was miles away from the look in his eyes. Except he refused to reach out for me, and I was incapable of crawling back on my own.

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Feb 26, 2016

Feb 26, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC

Come Alive...

"Come alive..." he urged. Those whispered words ached in my heart night after night. I could never seem to make sense of the request, and he could never see that he was the only thing keeping me strung together. To him, I was miles away from the look in his eyes. Except he refused to reach out for me, and I was incapable of crawling back on my own.

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It's hard to imagine that one day we will be nothing more than fossils. Our only remnant a dent in the dirt. The people who find us will know nothing, only that our bones have survived millions of years.

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Feb 26, 2016

Feb 26, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC

Longer Than We Ever Thought We Would

It's hard to imagine that one day we will be nothing more than fossils. Our only remnant a dent in the dirt. The people who find us will know nothing, only that our bones have survived millions of years.

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Walking on the rough concrete, I had the sudden realization of what I was. I was never fully formed. No hand found mine to hold, nor could my own ever rest still at my sides. I was created only to free fall through the breath of tomorrow, from day to sunny day- a mirage of freedom to my acquaintances.

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Feb 26, 2016

Feb 26, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC

The Breath of Tomorrow

Walking on the rough concrete, I had the sudden realization of what I was. I was never fully formed. No hand found mine to hold, nor could my own ever rest still at my sides. I was created only to free fall through the breath of tomorrow, from day to sunny day- a mirage of freedom to my acquaintances.

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Occasionally, I will discover a patch of my blanket that smells like you. I let my nose linger there, inhaling your scent until the aroma fades and the memories wash over me and my heart can no longer stay above water.

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Feb 26, 2016

Feb 26, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC

Waves

Occasionally, I will discover a patch of my blanket that smells like you. I let my nose linger there, inhaling your scent until the aroma fades and the memories wash over me and my heart can no longer stay above water.

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We liked to watch sunrise- backs pressed against the damp hillside landlocked to the feeling of the moisture soaking my shirt. Our hands melted together- and dawn's sky gave way to the beginning of the day, and the earth had never seemed more alive.

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Feb 26, 2016

Feb 26, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC

The Sky Gives Way

We liked to watch sunrise- backs pressed against the damp hillside landlocked to the feeling of the moisture soaking my shirt. Our hands melted together- and dawn's sky gave way to the beginning of the day, and the earth had never seemed more alive.

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How were we to know that in our effort to be extraordinary, we would make only careless, forgotten love. How were we to know you would be only a freckle on sun-kissed skin, a whisper in the wind not strong enough to tickle my neck.

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Feb 26, 2016

Feb 26, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC

How Were We to Know

How were we to know that in our effort to be extraordinary, we would make only careless, forgotten love. How were we to know you would be only a freckle on sun-kissed skin, a whisper in the wind not strong enough to tickle my neck.

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There is neither here, nor there, Only nothing. There is not then or now, what was or what will be. Only nothing and the space between.

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Dec 29, 2015

Dec 29, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC

The Space Between Nothing

There is neither here, nor there, Only nothing. There is not then or now, what was or what will be. Only nothing and the space between.

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So steady, never failing. Strong, gently repairing your fractured skin. Knowing when they're done nothing could break you again. Like a diamond, you are solid, no longer the glass you were before.

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Dec 20, 2015

Dec 20, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC

Hands, once more

So steady, never failing. Strong, gently repairing your fractured skin. Knowing when they're done nothing could break you again. Like a diamond, you are solid, no longer the glass you were before.

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