Alanaa Bowie Peterson: Favorites

Jun 2013 Alanaa Bowie Peterson

A.P

Jun 2013 Alanaa Bowie Peterson

Danaca Terlaje

A.P

Lying in the dark she thinks of where it went wrong,
She cries until 3 am,
Letting the inner demons play in her head.
She thinks the world is a lie, she thinks of the day where she can finally die.
But what she doesn't know is that the world is mesmerized by her beauty..
Where without her the world would be missing a bright star....

-Dear Alana,
You mean the world to me and without you I wouldn't know what to do. I know that's the most cliche line ever but it's completely true. Although distance is between us you're still family to me and I'll do what I can to make sure you're okay.
So much has happened to you with no answers given and I know it's hard but I promise you it'll be okay and someday you'll realize that sometimes having no answer IS the answer.
Sometimes it just happens, life throws an unexpected card down and you're suppose to deal with it.
People don't give you a handbook on how to deal with it, but I know you can handle this with the most grace you have. You're the strongest, most caring person in the world, and no matter what I know you can get through this. I love you..
-D.

Jun 2013 Alanaa Bowie Peterson

Lullaby

Jun 2013 Alanaa Bowie Peterson

Leonie Adams

Lullaby

Hush, lullay.

Your treasures all

Encrust with rust,

Your trinket pleasures fall

        To dust.

Beneath the sapphire arch,

Upon the grassy floor,

Is nothing more

        To hold,

And play is over-old.

Your eyes

        In sleepy fever gleam,

Their lids droop

        To their dream.

You wander late alone,

The flesh frets on the bone,

Your love fails in your breast,

Here is the pillow.

Rest.

May 2013 Alanaa Bowie Peterson

talk

May 2013 Alanaa Bowie Peterson

madeline may

talk

it's amazing how much we talk
how many times a day
we let words and sounds escape
through our heavily filtered lips.

different people talk
in different ways, different voices
and with different meanings
some, meaning nothing at all.

it's amazing how much we talk
but I still find myself in awe
of just how little
we actually say.

May 2013 Alanaa Bowie Peterson

Tell Me

May 2013 Alanaa Bowie Peterson

Jay Wasnothing

Tell Me

Tell me, where does your smile go when you exchange it for a frown?
Does it really just get turned upside down?
Or does it go into the blushing bride’s wedding gown?

Tell me, where do your tears go when they dry?
Do they impatiently wait for another blossoming love to die?
Or do they happily absorb into the ground with a simple, heartfelt sigh?

Tell me, what happens to every child’s innocent wish upon a shooting star?
Do they fly towards the sky, only to get struck by reality’s speeding car?
Or do they follow you around, waiting to heal heartbreak’s cold scar?

Tell me, why does a hug seem to make all your worries and woes disappear?
Do they only temporarily take them away, quietly waiting to make them reappear?
Or do they really and truly take away all your uncertainty and fear?

Tell me, will the touching moments you have with a friend ever cease to exist?
Do the icy lips of reality make them disappear with her deadly kiss?
Or does the caring hand of dreams and make-believe write them on its forget-me-not list?

Tell me, was the beautiful friendship we had never meant to be?
All the words that slip past my lips don’t agree with yours,
Every second of my time with you is starting to feel like a long list of chores.

Tell me, what will happen next in this tragic story of you and me?