Alyssa Myers

Alyssa Myers Oct 2014

Memories dwell in the bones
Of a house with the lights off
Unheard nostalgia
Unseen smiles
Until stories
With no place to stay
But in the walls
In the marrow
In the heart
Of a house with the lights off
-Alyssa P. Myers

Alyssa Myers Oct 2014

Humanism

Why do we sit in awe over the stars?
Or marvel over great ancient cities that still stand?
Why do we strive to discover new lands?
And study the sea in all its depth?
Why do we fear earthquakes and fire?
And seek out precious stones?
But never come to ponder about our flesh and bones?

Are not your thoughts as numerous as the stars?
Are your eyes not the sharpened tools that allow you to see beauty?
Did your hands not build the ancient structures that stand today?
Did your legs not carry us to the ends of earth and return stronger?
Is not the soul as mysterious and deep as the sea?
Can not the words of your mouth destroy as much as earthquakes and fire?
And benefit as much as the rain?
Is not a child more precious than any gemstone?

Yes to all of these.
And yes again.
We underestimate ourselves.
-Alyssa P. Myers

Oct 2014

r

smoke and drums

we see the smoke
and hear the drums -

it gets old - the news
of war - no more glory

- the dead are dying
old and young

- we see the smoke
and hear the drums -

living in our rooms
above the fray -

we turn away
like yesterday -

we see the smoke
and hear the drums -

another day.

r ~ 10/17/14

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Alyssa Myers Oct 2014

Arguments with Time

What now, time, have you come for?

Do I not give my every breath to you
While you move through me
Or is it I moving through you
As you strip the atoms of youth from my bones?

Have you not pried great men
From the tired hands of life
And watched them turn to vapor
To be lost in your perpetual line?

No, I will not let you drag me along
I will stain my name dark in your delicate fabric
So that you must destroy yourself
Before you destroy me

-Alyssa P. Myers

Alyssa Myers Oct 2014

Raining Honey

Do you remember
When it rained honey
And turned fields to gold
And made old men young?

With open palms
We drank it like water
Worshiped it like god
Killed for it like men do

Until honey took place of sweat
And fattened the skinny
And pacified the outspoken
And silenced the close hum of bees

-Alyssa P. Myers

Alyssa Myers Oct 2014

Skipping Stairs

If only I could skip days,
like I skip stairs
when I am running to you.
There is no need to worry
if I begin to fall;
the dried leaves of yesterday
will cushion the blow
then, quickly turn to snow
but, before I know,
spring is back in my step
and the only thing that reigns
is the smile on my face;
because, my heart knows,
with one more leap,

summer’s kiss is waiting for me on the landing

-Alyssa Myers
October 8th, 2014