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Tell me Tell me
Just how am I to know
If you don't tell me

Hear me Hear me
Won't you run up and save me now
pretty lady

Touch me Touch me
Let me feel your 'lectricity
C'mon Lady

See me See me
See even more, get to know me
Lovely lovely

Want me Want me
Just like I love you
You, my Lady, Pretty Lady

Let me Let me
Give you all you need
All my loving, All my loving

Pretty Lady Love
the mind is a vessel swimming in ideas, until the break into reality--waves are receding from the shoreline of thought,
crashing crescendos of melodies
that ached to be heard
And
words that longed to be written
And
memories that once resurfaced--

All gone.

Dreaming is a poet's land and
I ache for eye sight and control and the free flight of my subconscious.
Reality sigh
my room smells like
smoke and incense
and i hope this is in my future

my books were stacked
neatly, and yet--
i hope this is in my future

my dreams have been filled with
bruised knees and guitar solos
grating voices and surprise visits
i've been dreaming about my future

people disappear and
reappear without a sound
i'll bring all my friends to town
i'm excited about my future

high rise buildings
wall to floor glass
i hope this is in my future

thick tapestries &
old oil paintings
looking forward to my future

my dreams have been filled with
boys with buns and coffee mornings
smooth voices and planned visits
i've been thinking about my future

people are almost permanent
i know when they will go down
i'll see all my friends in town
i'm real anxious about my future

i'm confused about my future
i've been thinking about my future
looking forward to my future
i'm excited about my future
i've been dreaming about my future
i hope you are in my future
idk what's happening but it's chill
Come ******* lips
I want to enter your heart like a diver
I want to pierce your soul like a stare
I want to inject myself into your life like an exclamation
And linger there like the first kiss offered by a lover.
I want to impose on you like a beloved grandmother
And tease you like an incessant itch
(The more you scratch,
The more of your thoughts I’ll inhabit)

I want to love you like a metaphor
Building in your mind to a climatic epiphany
A realization that all my words are symbols
Of unspoken dreams of you.
 Dec 2014 Alisandra Gray
Aruna
My father has a problem.
He listens to all this conspiracy,
whilst drinking a beer or 5 every night.
Instead of spending time with my mother and I.
I've started to dread family dinners as all they do is instil hate in me,
he talks about death and killing and yet knows nothing of me.
My dad doesn't remember my birthday most days,
this year he couldn't remember my mum's.
And I can't live in a house where one occupant stinks of *****.
Where a family slowly starts to break.
My father is an alcoholic,
but the only one who won't admit it is he.
warthogs for men singing amen
i ink my scars with a ball point pen
buffalo grass and ******
they want *** but won't die
i want *** but it's not me
they tell me that I'm pretty

i smoke **** in a blazing forest
i feel as rubbery as a curious tourist
and plenty of coke goes in my nose
i bleed headaches, when it rains it snows
i'm dreaming of a white christmas, i suppose
with my squad when i don't want to feel alone

i make lies but can't hide like room raiders
i cut up coke for all my haters
with a side of oxy
tells me that I'm foxy
right before he knocks me
my brain goes on high alert
i can ******* stomach
because cake was yesterday's desert

i say that we're proxies
i take the red pill
some like oxys  
some like bikini ****
some nights aren't so chill
some brains are mentally ill
but he doesn't like to feel, y'feel

tell me if you want a
*** flavored banana
a broken heart from havana
or to drink my coke flavored blood
dragging me through the mud  

whoops
son of sam
touch my **** like we're not fam
drug me if you want to slam
my head off the coffee table
i'll choke on fear until i'm not stable
i pretend i'm in a fable
this can't be real
does he not feel

break it off and shove it down my throat
cut me into pieces
make a blood moat
oak splinters suffered through winters in my spine
find you in jail and you ask if i'm fine

i break off rhymes like i break out grams
shaking because of a spiked promise
i wish i wasn't here
i wish i wasn't here

sham in the garden of clouds. when you '****' you want people around
when i cry, you hear no sound  

buffalo grass and ******
they ******* but ask why
my box in their face
i don't want to be in this place
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