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 Feb 2020 Alysia Michelle
Jay
Who do you become when everyone is gone?
Who do I become when everyone is gone’
 Feb 2020 Alysia Michelle
Jay
Trash
 Feb 2020 Alysia Michelle
Jay
It's empty.
Taken days ago.
 Oct 2017 Alysia Michelle
Jay
I need words that don't reflect myself.

Words that aren't empty.

Words that make you feel something.
 Oct 2017 Alysia Michelle
Jay
Unread
 Oct 2017 Alysia Michelle
Jay
I press your spine against the desk and
break
you
apart.
I hear you crack.
Words spill
into empty air.
They pool at my feet.
Meaningless.
I rifle through your pages.

They quiver like autumn leaves.

I practically
beg
for them to crumble into dust
between my
fingertips
as I leave you.
Bare.
Empty.
Naked.
Between the covers.
When you write the wrong words
don't erase them entirely

Instead,
scribble above them
and below them
the alternate spelling
and better-fitting synonyms

Sometimes you don't need a clean slate
You need the slate that carries pain and blood
Hate and love
Memories and regrets

What will one be
without mistakes
if not a blank page
with no name
The
More
Why's
Life
Presents
Tighter
Too
Jesus
I
Hold

RLD
I will never wish to be dead
because , for the record ,
none of my previous wishes
ever came true
 May 2016 Alysia Michelle
Stephan
.

*I’m a believer
that time is a healer,
words speak the truth
and the sun always shines

Lost will be found
if the seeker is willing
to hold out his hand
as he follows the signs

Wrong can be right
when it carries affection
though pulling apart
everything you have known

Just like a seed
that is planted in springtime,
a flower will bloom
of the joy you have sown

Oceans are small
with the perfect connection
and distance is short
if the promise is peace

Love is the song
that the world should be singing,
arms open wide
so that hatred might cease

Whatever comes
there is always a reason,
lift up your eyes
and I’m sure you will see

There is no difference
we’re in this together,
love one another
and all will be free
 Mar 2016 Alysia Michelle
Jay
I have an obsession with depression
When the sun makes summer days everlasting
and I'm left grasping at melancholy ideas
my mind slips back into it's natural state
self-hate will forever govern my fate
and I'm tired of living like it's all okay
and that I'm supposed to live a certain way
I'm over the monotony and hopeless love
that can't be found because constantly flirting and
never getting anywhere is doing nothing but hurting my
already shattered heart while the dreams that I once had
that people convinced me were bad have all been beaten down to more realistic goals based off of what I've always been told.
When I stop doing what is expected of me
that's when I can finally see
my true self gasping for air in the pit of my stomach where
I pushed it so long ago;

clawing to get out.
Spoken Word.

First try. Rated: Meh.
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