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 Dec 2017 Alisha Isabell
Stewie
He kisses me.
Our alcohol mouths intertwined.
Our cigarettes long burned, with ash trailing as long as the city lights that you walk me home under.
I open my eyes, and he isn’t you.
Will my whole life consist of kissing complete strangers so I can find you again?

He pulls me in close and holds me.
If only he knew, that’s all I want.
I have this longing to be held.
By anyone, really.
I don’t want them to talk.
I don’t want them to look me in the eyes.
Because I’ll cry and I don’t want to cry.
Just keep holding me.
Please.
I know he will never be you, but in this moment, with my head buried on his chest, I can pretend.
 Aug 2017 Alisha Isabell
ryn
Spell
 Aug 2017 Alisha Isabell
ryn
He voiced the words...

And the spell
fell clumsily from his lips -
unfounded
and rather obtuse.

But when he finally speaks
with his heart...

Magic bursts forth
and
the enchantment
ensues...
 Aug 2017 Alisha Isabell
ryn
Greed
 Aug 2017 Alisha Isabell
ryn
If
  happiness
    was
      a
        cake,


I
  guess
    it
 ­     wasn't
        large
          enough
            to
       ­       go
                around.


Either
  that
    or
      so­me
        had
          been
            too
              greed­y.
Wrapped in your luscious balmy arms
Feeling your warmth, your colorful protection
I breathe you in, smelling the earth’s soil,
Piney trees, and the musty rain from the night before
Seeing the effervescent teardrops of water on the fresh leaves and the reflecting stream that beholds our picture
Hearing quiet tapping as it begins to sprinkle
The air began to thicken as the wind started to rage
Looking into your eyes I see a  roar that cannot be contained
A wildfire with a never ending spark
Never fearing our love will be bland
For, you touched me with your soft pleasant hands, promising spice
I could taste the deliciously  sweet sharp  tang  of our affection
With you,
I am home

-EC
I was right in thinking
you needed to be loved
I was wrong in thinking
mine was enough
In this way it begins
With waiting
Grey light and white time -  blank, uniform.

In this way it begins
Passive, at two in the morning
Not quite nausea; not quite discomfort

Inexorably awake awake awake

I can’t write my way out of this.
A part of them remains in me still.
Which is I guess why it's true that I'll always be her friend,
Because we traded a part of us we can never give back.
When I'm friends with someone I mean it,
And so her indent will always remain.
 May 2016 Alisha Isabell
Andje
I've got his pictures
I've got his voice recorded, its cadence
Makes me get insane
As much as the slight wrinkles around his lips

I drew him many times
With 80s songs in the background
I traced his lip line and his tiny nose
I contemplated his pale skin

He's got dark hair and cold eyes
He shows ease and self confidence
But he needs distance
While he talks to me

He won't take a step towards me
Sagittarius guys are always absent-minded
distant and impenetrable. I can't guess
if he knows he pulls my mind like a magnet

(...)
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