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Alicia May 29
Walking down the field
Fragments in the sky
Stained by the teardrops
Falling from your eyes

In the garden blooms a flower
Under the glowing sun
Through your heart flows the sorrow
As the fables come undone

Who you are has many faces
But one face alone is not you
Even the moon has its own phases
And the sky isn't always blue
Alicia May 22
Knot in my stomach
Hands wrapped around my neck
Stuck in a nightmare
That never seems to end

The walls are closing in
I'm running out of time
Trying to escape the memory
Of an unspeakable crime

Bound by a loyalty
That my own body betrays
Becoming a casualty
Of his cruel promiscuous ways

Silenced against my will
Robbed of my integrity
Cursed with the knowledge
That there will be no penalty

Can I just rewind?
Get it all out of my mind?
But there were real monsters under my bed
They lulled me to sleep every night
  May 11 Alicia
Sometimes I stop and read twice
My head wasn’t in the right place
And I was rushing by
With no consideration of rhythm
Or particularly wonderful sounds
Taking no time
To make pictures behind eyes
Or try on borrowed feelings
Until everything comes alive

Sometimes I stop and read twice
Appreciating beauty
Or a clever turn of pen
Tasting every syllable
Feeling every beat
Wilfully losing time and place
Sometimes once is not enough space
To really live
  May 8 Alicia
You bring out the very worst in me,
the **** side I hate to see...
That bitter ***** no one can stand,
who's quick to snap like a rubber band.
The angry, spiteful, cold-hearted shrew,
who only exists when brought out by you...
Short and to the point.
Alicia May 6
This is a cruel world:
listen up, speak no more.
If you are really smart
think before you move and trust no one.

Now the time is ripe, the earth has come undone
A gun from heaven is being pointed at all the guilty ones

If nobody is worthy of the good that is to come
Deliverance on earth won't be obtained for anyone.

Let justice be done
Though the Heavens may fall
The Kingdom has come

Your final fate cannot be outrun
  Mar 25 Alicia
William Blake
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.
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