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Alanna Hoeveler May 2016
my darling is fearful
I want the best for her
she is sad but she's the luminous moon
you would disagree and cause a stir

I told you that you aren't your fear
you let it define you anyway
she called to her voices
told the darkness to stay

the moon was hiding from me
no where to be seen yet right in front of me
I looked right through her, she was not the same
locked up inside but her craters spoke I'm free

-a.h.
Alanna Hoeveler May 2016
he was walking very fast pace
as if he was scared to lose in a race
but this wasn't a race, what was missing?
maybe someone he desires to be kissing?

i took steps forward, my eyes met a kind face
but how come when he turned around i saw a black rag in his mouths place?
liquid hues poured out of my head in deep confusion
is this the man in front of me only a delusion?

i tugged at it, and discovered his lips were sown together by purple thread
worried for his soul, his eyes and lips bled
he clench my wrists, chained them and injected my hips
i didn't know where i was going but i entered a lunar eclipse

i woke up as a light flickered and then focused on me
they stripped me of comfort, and placed lingerie on my intoxicated body
"four thousand?" " five thousand?" that's what i heard from a deep voice
"Sold for 5,000!" i was enslaved by a man, I didn't have a choice

blind folded, i counted the seconds it took to reach this location
i heard screams, moans, and violence. it was a workstation
he threw me in a tiny room and locked me out, no where to run and hide
i lie on a ****** bed, exhausted, and being tied

i saw a blur? a man, he stormed in and locked the door behind him
i tried my best to get him off me but i was too weak and the light was dim
tied down, no escape only submission to a man who doesn't have a name
numb and barely living, he slid harshly in between my legs, i couldn't scream, i couldn't cry, then he came

~a.h.
Alanna Hoeveler May 2016
he said he was scared of commitment
but he had tattoos all over his skin,
i guess he didn't see me as a work of art
or maybe he didn't think the pain was worth it
Alanna Hoeveler Apr 2016
she is all things beauty, head to toe,
yet she contains a mind full of sadness.
she doesn't reply or externally give a ****.
nor does she acknowledge me prying of the chains
chains of desolation she protects as if ill scar her
clinging on to the darkness
with the firmest hold
as a caution of not being slaughtered again on a continuous loop of unfortunate events
what she doesn't realize
is herself, idolizing, the depression veil covering her.
the demons that keep her mouth shut yet
continue to scream loudly in her brain.
lost and afraid in her own mind aka her death cave
her back starts to concave due to the weariness
of the rocks piling up in her, **** her not so softly
your eyes tell everything, all the pain
just give me a single moment
our hands intertwined
an antidepressant
~a.h.
Alanna Hoeveler Apr 2016
I hear you speak
way back when
but your lips
never move

the street lights dim
behind the glass
and the tires scream
beneath us

you see me
but I can’t tell
if you’re looking at me
or through me

because the lights
get eaten up
in your eyes

I can’t breathe
the world is so small
and my head is too heavy
and my heart is still

I sing
and you turn on the radio

black white noise
like your mouth.
~ a.h.
Alanna Hoeveler Apr 2016
As he walked into the coffee house
his luminous blue eyes saw right through me
he grabbed a cup of joe
I took a sip of my hot tea

He claimed the seat beside me
He had a story to share
About the day he lost his love
the day he lost his care

He gave her his affection
His body, mind, and soul
She never opened up to him
She lied and lost control

Something changed within my love
Darkness contaminated her brain
His sad eyes clearly realize
the darkness running in her veins

He continued to fight, with tears falling forth
His strength is a lions bite, and it grows
She disappeared, gone like a glow on the cloud at the close of day
Only my lover knows

Yet he ends up at this coffee house
Depression not his look
I see though your eyes full of sorrow
You don't want to be judged like the cover of a book

Coping with this cataclysm
A woman once very sweet
A woman remains hidden in the shadows
His despair under her feet

~ a.h.
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