Open my eyes
Put my feet on the ground
Stand outside not hearing a sound
The smell of rain tickles my nose
As the sun peaks out of the clouds as it arose
I stand here in silence reflecting on life
Only to feel a presence by my side
I can only hope that it was my dad
Making me feel grounded and telling me "today is your day, don't be sad"
Sad that I'm not here with you anymore
Always remember your my "baby girl"

Barefoot dreaming
Dandelion graveyard
Wrapped in yesterday's wishes
Drowning in a Bluegrass sea

Raven black shadows
Sweet tea lips
Cast upon a field of has been
Porch of hiatus

Rooted rocking chair
Song of tomorrow
A promise that cannot be kept
Tune of a heritage soul

Black eyed susan cries
Aerial view from a robin's eye
Golden rod sunrise
Bourbon moon

Deep fried soul
Bonfire lullaby
Love song melody
Deeply rooted

Five people,
all unrelated
having dinner,
together
under one-
roof,
so "comfortable"
they say,
just like a family feels.

Ma Cherie

Spring is a young woman,
Friend to every human,
Laughing, sunny, warm, shining,
Green and floral, beguiling,
Happy scented days of smiling,
Light blues skies, breezing,
The world is softly loving in Spring,
Like a young woman for cuddling......

Not an eternal winter, nor an immortal war,
Could sully the beauty of thy aura, shine,
That thou understand this Truth I in earnest implore;
Such an endearing passion as is thine.
Then being blessed with the kindest voice;
Yours, the meekest that my jaded ears had heard,
Maketh the depressed and downcast spirit rejoice,
For each and every blessed word.
Thou deserve my praise, alms and admiration,
The blessings you beget I could not count,
That lift my spirit out of trepidation,
And give me the strength to my trials, surmount.
    I hath not seen an angel truer,
    Engaged in love and light's endeavour.

the Internet
is how we met
it begins all the same
the devil in me is to blame.
again,
I have sinned
but where will it all end?
rhetorical
it may seem
historical
but like a dream
starting out fresh and new
with a flirty how do you do
and **** talk to ensue
but now with another who.
I think I am clever
dancing forever
but the devil
is not careful
with my artist's soul
swallowing me whole
not special or unique
one of many you seek
sneaking in my heart
to tear apart
when will I learn
that hell will burn

I never expected to be hit with the
"Who are you?"
While filling out a job application
for a Lush Cosmetics  department store
Seriously though,who am I?
I mean, I'm just Alyssa
Alyssa is just too
human

You know, the type to complain about the sea of heart broken poets while browsing on poetry sites

But for some reason finds herself ranting about all the oblivious people on instagram, whose most traumatic experience was probably a paper cut

She's a weakling compared to the elders at home

Yet sick of the "how do you do it" remarks from colleagues and friends

She isolates herself inside her house and she can feel the crushing sensation named depression

But after lunch with Devon, she begins to fantasize about how her eyes light up when she hears that sound from the heavens;
DING ****
Hot digitty dog it's uber eats!
She'll never have to leave her house for McDonald's ever again!

She has no idea what she's doing with her life, and sometimes wishes someone could just come to her rescue
But god forbid you attack her ego by bringing up her goals and achievements

Best believe she will make you fall in love- trust me she loved you too (at some point)
But her favourite things about you slowly became the things she cringed the most at
You're laugh was cute and ***** but now for some reason
she refrains from telling you jokes

She's constantly changing
Not because she's unhappy with who she is
She has yet to finish creating Alyssa  with each passing day