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Allison Oct 2019
So much wrestling
it was only me I was jesting -
With the future unknown

The way I knew it
was a struggle to view it -
All that lay ahead

To let go of the fear
which always clung so near -
A concept foreign to me

But the freedom found within
and letting go of that sin -
Came from when to Trust I fled.
The idea of fleeing *to* and not *from*
Allison Dec 2018
The beauty of man
A gentle wrinkle in one’s hand
Caught in a storm of sand
Life drifts on

A glance revealing such willful daring
Telling of thoughts about her caring
Never to be caught swearing
Love out loud

So proudly kept quiet
Notions out loud equal riot
Pale cheeks slowly to turn violet
Lent feelings displayed
Written June 27th, 2016
Allison Feb 2018
The weather's warming up
And raindrops come to play,
We'll see if they be drizzles
or a downfall that will stay.

Intimate words they'll ring out
While bouncing up the walk,
Rather funny how they do that
Without the ability to talk.
  Dec 2017 Allison
Mike Hauser
Does forgiveness have a color
And would it be considered art
Or part of the construction
In the painting of the heart
  Apr 2017 Allison
Mike Hauser
I figure you and nature
Must have something going on
Otherwise why would I hear your voice
Each time that the wind blows

Or see your lovely face
In puddles the rain makes
With your form in every shadow
As the day grows late

And those midnight rendezvous
Where I spend time with the moon
Knowing that as I do
He's keeping an eye on you

That's why I figure you and nature
Must have something going on the side
Because no matter where I eat, sleep, and breath
You are always on my mind
  Nov 2016 Allison
Rainer Maria Rilke
Put out my eyes, and I can see you still,
Slam my ears to, and I can hear you yet;
And without any feet can go to you;
And tongueless, I can conjure you at will.
Break off my arms, I shall take hold of you
And grasp you with my heart as with a hand;
Arrest my heart, my brain will beat as true;
And if you set this brain of mine afire,
Then on my blood-stream I yet will carry you.
Allison Dec 2013
Are you aware of how you affect me?
Of the ways that you make me crazy
for you?

I could spend all day by your side.
And don't ask me, I can't explain it.
Not at all.

Except maybe I can,
I see the divine in you.
It ***** me in like a howling wind,
and I am but a feather caught
in the gusts and blows of
your storm.

(I think) this was the way it was intended.
Some sort of supernatural inclination
towards a bond so deep.

That's what we're always seeking, no?
And there isn't one fairytale that likens itself to us,
to what we are,
except maybe all of them.

Because all the love stories are the same (even in their difference).
The constant pull towards something stronger than flesh,
deeper that words,
and softer than lonely hearts
who've found in each other the force that heals sadness.

It's really all around.
In our hearts, written on our souls.
The divine in you is so attractive,
I can only see love for what it is,
to try and know love for who He is.

Something in you is so Good,
to me.

Because of Him.
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