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Alysia Michelle Sep 2015
When you get lonely
just remember all the time we spent together
doing nothing
laying side by side and listening to
all the records
of music you just knew i'd fall in love with
but you didn't know that
it was the music i'd fall in love with you to
our life was like a musical
you were my summer lovin
only i couldn't call you mine,
only the fond memories of time spent with you
you were mine in those moments
chubby chipmunk cheeks , a pint full of ice cream and each other's company to make it all better,
riding bikes through a dusty trail
that i've traveled through
time after time
never was it more beautiful
than when i was there with you
we were looking for signs of life in the pond
while i was looking for signs of love in your eyes
the loud music of the concert
we went to that night rattled my bones
but you , you rattled my heart
a night that i should have made you sleep
by my side because there's nothing that
i'd like more than to just lie next to you
when i woke up,
you made me french toast
if that's not sweet enough
maybe i should have put more syrup on it
or more honey in my tea
you let me drink the last bit of your favorite tea
You're my favorite cup of tea
when i was full you took me
to a place you knew i'd love
you didn't know i'd love you more
for taking me there
bookstores are always filled with  a certain kind of magic
somehow wandering the warehouse
with you by my side was even more static
you bought me the books i fancied
one of them with the title "14,000 Things to be happy about."
i renamed it "14,001 Things to be happy about."
  the book was missing one important thing,
your name.
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Alysia Michelle Aug 2015
people seem to approach me
in a matter where I am their....
prey
their is no such thing as "civil" war and so they
back me into a corner
defenseless and unsuspecting
of course i'm going to fall in the
hole
or step on the landmine
but if you expect me to get out
or get up
I'm going to need a helping hand
i don't see things from the same perspective
you're looking down on me
in a pit you pushed me into
and i'm looking up at you
trying to apologize
and get out
of this deep
dark
hole.
Alysia Michelle Jul 2015
independence
the freedom to try anything
once
freedom to fall flat on my ****
and knowing I have only myself
to lift me up again
on my own
experiencing the world
head first
not afraid to crack my head
and just bleed
explorer of the world
and of myself
finding beauty in things
that normally wouldn't
be considered beautiful
finding beauty in
myself
...
finding                        

  myself.


interdependence
community, fellowship
providing love for everyone
meeting people's needs
knowing we can't
do it all on our own
Alysia Michelle Jun 2015
i am becoming content
with

silence
in a world where silence
is often very

disquieting


i am becoming content
with silence
in a world that demands
to be heard


i am content
being silent
sometimes it is nice
just to sit back
and listen

i am content
in your silence
because words
are not always
necessary

the world is filled with so much noise
and not all of it is worth listening to

can you be content in silence?
can you be content being silent?
are you content with my silence?

as i sit here in silence i ask
these questions
but i receive no answers



only silence.
Alysia Michelle Jun 2015
when i leave my hometown
i leave pieces of myself behind
leaving home is bittersweet
i've made so many memories
I'm leaving all the landmarks for
those memories behind
sometimes i wish time didn't go so fast
i cannot hit rewind
there are a multitude of landmarks
that remind me of you
like when we went to cross the creek
and you lost my shoe
in my new beginning
those reminders will not exist
i'll be 828 miles away
from where we first kissed
and even after all this time
these memories still dig deep
someone once said that there is never
the same kind of love twice
i wonder which version of my love
you keep
part of me will always love you
so leaving home is hard
it's time to move on in life
to pull a different card
i wonder if you ever think of me
i guess i'll never know
but when i visit home i'll always think of you
and so
i'll keep you in my memories
and somewhere in my heart
there will always be a place for you
no matter how long we've been apart
and i couldn't tell you why
i feel the way i do
i just think that you should know
i will always love you.
This is about someone who is no longer a part of my life we will call him D
Alysia Michelle May 2015
when you're crazy                            I'm trying to reach out to you
the whole world                                              
revolves around                                                  
you  
and
the constant noise in your head                       You won't listen
assures you time                                        I try and reassure you time
and time again                                                     and time again       
that pushing away                                                  that I'm here
everyone that cares about you                     I care about you
is the best option                        sometimes the best option is to lose  
there is no "plan B"                                            and make a "plan B"
the only thing to do is fight                         you don't have to fight me
i'm not so sure if i'm                                    i'm not so sure why you do this
crazy                                                       ­               you're being crazy
narcissistic,                                             ­                and narcissistic
or both                                
refuse to back down                                    you refuse to back down
fight or flight?                                           i don't want to fight with you
pride on the line?                                is not our friendship worth more?
fight                                                     ­                  stop fighting me
even if i know i'm wrong                      it's okay to be wrong sometimes
fight                                                 ­                             i'm tired
with all of the people i love                  of fighting with someone i love
tear them apart because                               of you tearing me apart
it's better that, than me                        is losing people really better than
feeling                                                    ­                           feeling
guilty.                                                          ­                     *guilty?
Alysia Michelle Mar 2015
frustrated with the way
the words aren't flowing like they used to
so quick and easy
knew exactly what i was feeling
but now it seems life is
complicated
words don't flow freely
because all my words are eaten
by essays
there's no creative liberty
in apa format
can't express to you my frustrations
because there isn't a peer reviewed
article  
about how i'm feeling
and the woes of word count bind me
it seems i've found myself a captive
can't escape the jail that confines me
because the rubric is the compass that
guides me
and i'm at a stalemate with myself.
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