allie

allie Apr 2017

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If you sit on the chair
Will you watch me stare?
At your thin arms
Missing your old farm

She moved you here
And year after year
I look at your falling face
And think about your case

And this place
Is hidden from space
And it can embrace
Your grace.

Bad news came in. My grandfather had a stroke, so there goes the mood.

#sad #grandfather #mood

allie Apr 2017

Is that me?

{+:+}
Is that my name up on that list?
Does someone know that I exist?
Is this a mistake?
Am I even awake?
Pinch me now to make sure...
Ow!
Is my name in black and white?
Maybe I'm doing something right
Wow! I feel so much better than before.
{+:+}

Callback list came out for a solo and made it! Legally Blonde (cheesy, I know, sorry) shows that perfectly.

#happy #music #lyrics

allie Apr 2017

theyask

they ask and they ask
i slur my words so they can't ask anymore.
shutupshutupshutup

Chin up. Nose up.
Use good grammar. Use good everything.

nononononono

That's not me.

@

allie Apr 2017

Silent Pieces

The Clouds whisper small words to me, scared to try. The Sky screams and flails, to angry to think. The Boat simply lays there and watches the scene of the clouds and the sky roll onto each other. Again and again they fight, Anger and Terror throws punches.

Yet the Boat* simply sits and watches.

allie Apr 2017

Bittersweet

Life is sweet.
Life is bitter.
Don't let it pass by in a blink,
Otherwise you won't taste the sweetness if has to offer.

Written by J.E.M.

allie Apr 2017

Why?

Rolling hills sigh.
No, I will not stay for them, I tell myself.
Yet I leave the container that grapples me.
I climb their sorrows. I climb their suffering.
No, I will not stay for them, I cry as I I cling to them.
Animals chitter with laughter as they scuttle by.
Who told you to grow into the trees that grip your ground?
Who told you that people were allowed to make you slowly destroy yourself?
Why did you let people build on you so they slowly demolished you?
*Why?

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allie Apr 2017

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I cry and I cry
You yell and you yell
"Not good enough!!" You shout. "You could do better!"
I cry and I cry. "I'm sorry!"
White papers fly around the room. Pages filled with various marks, but my eyes are glued to one letter.

*F.