Alice Julia Miller: Favorites

Dec 2013 Alice Julia Miller

Marshall CB Hiatt

I want to touch you,
But like ice I remember,
What you did with him.

I can't blame myself,
God knows I'm trying so hard,
Searching for a cause.

Silent echoes scream,
The avalanche of regret,
The weight is not mine.

But I feel it all.

Dec 2013 Alice Julia Miller

Fair Thee Well.

Dec 2013 Alice Julia Miller

Marshall CB Hiatt

Fair Thee Well.

I know your wings are made of ash,
I know what we've become.
And if there was one thing I could take back,
It would be that night of love.

I know we said forever,
I know we wrote it down,
And if I was a little more clever,
Maybe I could drown that out.

But I'm not.
Never will be.
Loves gives you a lot,
Then steals it all and leaves.

Except for the flame that stays burning.
That's how your wings turned black.
Your heart was constantly turning,
And you ended up going back.

Dec 2013 Alice Julia Miller

2nd Place

Dec 2013 Alice Julia Miller

Marshall CB Hiatt

2nd Place

You lost, Marshall.
Came in second place.
Always replaced.
Variable placement.

You lost, Marshall.
You're on the ground.
Shivering violently, eyes pouring.
Bawling just above the audible level.

Marshall.
Your father told you,
"Lose it to the one you love more than anything,
The one you plan to marry."

So I listened.
But his voice,
It only traveled so far.
Stayed within these walls.

Stop shivering, Marshall.
You. Lost.
It is lost.
And it's your fault.

-- I am to blame.
-- And nothing will be the same.
-- Gold turned to stone.
-- So bright it once shown.

Nov 2013 Alice Julia Miller

Peaches II

Nov 2013 Alice Julia Miller

Marshall CB Hiatt

Peaches II

The peaches are off their trees,
On the ground and freezing.
Death consumed by life,
To produce again.
It's almost like they live on,
In the little cells of those who eat.

It's almost like that peach is still whole,
Even though it's been eaten and destroyed.
It was once beautiful, and always will be,
And it may even become a tree.
Again.

If anything survives this winter.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/peaches-12/

Nov 2013 Alice Julia Miller

Violets are Violet, Not Blue.

Nov 2013 Alice Julia Miller

Marshall CB Hiatt

Violets are Violet, Not Blue.

But roses are indeed red.
Usually because my wandering hands doubt the keenness of their thorns.
Similar to how I doubt the sharpness of my love.
Red with passion, then with pain.

Still, beautiful.

In one of my older sketchbooks, I drew a picture of the rose I gave a woman I admired. I later redrew that rose, but it had thorns, and on the back, a sketch of a man who cut his wrists with the short poem "No shield could protect me from your *sword,*" because she practically broke my heart.
That's when I found Faith. She... that was an adventure i won't get in to right now.
Faith broke me, so I went back to the first girl, with a name too beautiful to mention here. I was so close with her, but, I couldn't follow through.

Then I found my lover.

Nov 2013 Alice Julia Miller

What Comes with Hunger

Nov 2013 Alice Julia Miller

Jaymisun Kearney

What Comes with Hunger

Wake up
do nothing
particular
for a while
unless you're called to kiss the porcelain
Expel
venenum
ingested
all last night
unless you'd rather keep the mess inside

I understand how that goes
I understand, I mostly do

Dine on
apathy
until each
breath you take
results only in your anxious trembles
Recede
from others
around you
so displeased
with their inscience, knowing it's a half truth

I understand how that goes
I understand you, I mostly do

Ignorance sure
ly sparks the recluse
but in cyclic
al humility
it comes to light
The lust for ears who hear you
and truly listen

I understand how that goes,
a little less than always
I understand you,
completely, too

Nov 2013 Alice Julia Miller

An Exerpt of Self Evaluation.

Nov 2013 Alice Julia Miller

Marshall CB Hiatt

An Exerpt of Self Evaluation.

They say if you look at the sun too long,
An image of it is burned in your eyes,
Well, I must have looked at you too long,
‘Cause your image is a 3rd degree burn,
And every second I spend breathing,
I see you.
I feel you.
I ache you.
I bleed you.
I need you.
I gauge you.

But I run.
I run from you.
And I hate myself.
Every length of my being.
I hate myself because,
You are me.

-April 21st 2013

She ******* broke up with me on my birthday!