Alexis Lehrer

Alexis Lehrer Jan 2014

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I
      Have
                     Grown
                                       So
                                                 Comfortable.
I have grown so comfortable with lies,
The lies I have told myself,
Lies I have used to console and soothe my soul
But,
My heart aches with the truth.

Alexis Lehrer Jan 2014

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I
      Have
                     Grown
                                       So
                                                 Comfortable.
I have grown so comfortable with lies,
The lies I have told myself,
Lies I have used to console and soothe my soul
But,
My heart aches with the truth.

Alexis Lehrer Apr 2013

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I love too passionately,
but I will never cease to do so.

I am quick to fall in love,
with mindless diddlers,
who have much potential,
but no motivation.

I am first in line,
to save the most weak,
because I need saving too-
I save the rest.

I have come to accept,
I want nothing else,
than to love too passionately.

Alexis Lehrer Sep 2011

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Unacknowledge recognition.
How could I be pushed to succeed-
by something so oxymoronic and invisible?

The spontaneous outbursts of appreciate,
do they make it worth while?

I strive to show them-
my best,
I strive to be their best-
I go unnoticed,
still in silence.

I race faster toward my goal,
chants of praise thunder in my head,
still not good enough,
but I feel better now.

Where am I to run to,
when I no longer-
have the beauty of gratitude-
spoken or unspoken,
to fuel my broken heart?

Alexis Lehrer Sep 2011

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What music
slowly covers
the background-
of twelve cylinder
nostalgia
and new age
conformity?
Blends with
the whispers
of the breeze
and the
child's laughter?
Where are we
now that
the Greasers
run the town?
Their style,
their swag,
so appealing.
What comes
if it when,
the canine
shivers
and the
heaters are loaded?

My dumb hipster teacher bored me to death, unfinished, will post when finished/edited.

Alexis Lehrer Sep 2011

My Father's Daughter

I am my father's daughter,
a legacy I can no longer hide.
I fear soon enough, soon enough
no resemblance of shame will subside in my heart.
I once believed there was a love so strong-
hurt- pain- anger would fall away,
forever.
My lonesome heart was swallowed by a lover-
only angels above or the devil below could design,
But love never lasts quite long enough
and the words from my little book are pushed far from my heart.
I find myself-
quick to anger,
slow to forgive.
The cries of my lonesome heart are now long gone,
in their place is a cold echo of silence-
for I am,
my father's daughter.

Alexis Lehrer Sep 2011

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"Did they get you to trade

your heroes for ghosts

hot ash for trees

hot air for a cool breeze?"

-Pink Floyd

Walk down the narrow strait,

walk and eat the organic greens drooping off of the intrusive branches,

the intrusive branches of flailing trees that seem to leap like angry giants,

angry giants that block the path before you.

Absorb the sun as you swallow your pride.

Swallow your pride and soon you'll kiss your cares good-bye