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238 · Apr 2018
Scars
Alice Lovey Apr 2018
Scars.
Rigid and raised,
Mountains of haze
Hazy night in a daze.
No lust or hope for praise.
Essays and essays,
Exhanged
Musical phrase
About crossroads and freeways
Begging for that skin craze.
Seeking to feel pain
With the punishing blockades,
Lifelike screenplays,
And memorial Sundays.
Those thoughts will betray
We misinterpret and mislay,
With winter like swordplay
And summer like dark grays.

It weighs and weighs.

Let me rephrase...
Scars.
This is cliche, but I'm amazed.
206 · Jul 2018
The Darkest Room
Alice Lovey Jul 2018
Red moon, red moon,
Don't come so soon.
It's not an eager tomb,
It's just the darkest room.
At the window, looking in, looking in
There's a heart bleat, unsweet,
Bruised and beat.
d i s c r e e t
d e f e a t
At the window, looking in, looking in
Red dew on blades of glass within.
Silhouettes of mind and time
Beckon a Blood Moon.
Don't come so soon;
This isn't the only room.
Red moon, meaning Blood Moon, which is thought to be "the end," or in modern context, to make a final decision on something. Not written for me.
112 · Apr 2018
"Be"
Alice Lovey Apr 2018
Stay with me.
"Be" with me.
Your hand lost in mine.
The silence a sign
Of unrequited fine whine.
The same clear tears,
Shed over years.
Does it ever get better?

Seek solace in me,
Warm bodies pressed.
I'm on some quest,
Endless and repressed.
To find "you,"
Whoever you are.
The comfort I need.
Accompanied
By supposed mind-read.
And then to my delusion
I am remarried.

Your hands must be lost in mine.
Because I can no longer bear this vine
Untangling, uncoiling, unweaving and

Alone.
Always seeking something, somewhere.
99 · Apr 2018
Hidden
Alice Lovey Apr 2018
I want to count every step,
Each star between planets.
Meticulously plot until I am soothed.
If I could see beyond this void
That echoes between you and I.
Would I still feel light years away?


Lyrics trend and fill our voices,
Alternating themes in our ears.
In those late nights, I feel closest,
When our spaces fill with heaves of breath
Escaped from hidden smiles.
Seen and unseen are the wavering emotions
Erratic like supernova pulses.


Yet here I find my consolation
As I graze the constellations
Preoccupied with the artistry of twinkling graces.
"You and I,"
Whatever it means, I dip my hand into this darkness.

— The End —