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Michelle E Alba Jun 2010
I woke up this morning
yesterday,
Instead of my normal routine,
I put my pants on the wrong way.

And instead of
opening my eyes to see,
I kept them closed,
"I smell with these."

And as if that isn't
insane enough,
I walked on my hands
to make things more tough.

I woke up this morning
yesterday,
with my bass on ackwards
in the most peculiar way.

Up was down, and down was stay.
Yes meant why? and stop meant play.
As the clock struck midnight
then purged to three,
I slowly realized


none of this was a dream.


I woke up this morning.
Yesterday.
Michelle E Alba Jun 2010
Oh me, oh my,
Oh my, oh me.
Wasting along
Till the clock ticks three.
Blindsided-
YOU used ME.
You tell yourself,
It- couldn't be-
Oh me, oh my,
Oh my, oh me.
I loved you more
Than you could see.
Your baggage seemed
More primary-
My life grew more-
On the contrary.
Oh me, oh my,
Oh My, owe me?
Evade the sickness.
Willing to flee-
Done with inattentiveness
And the attention you seek.
Oh me, oh my,
Oh my, oh me-
And Im the one you called
A leech-
Well I guess I ******
Unknowingly.
Goes to show
What you really think
About the life,
You think I lead.
Oh me, oh my,
Oh my, Oh me.
Good-bye YOU,
I'll no longer be
The one to harbor
This insanity.
Michelle E Alba Jun 2010
growing up sideways
not up or down
still recovering from mishaps
misuses, mistakes.
im not her anymore
im not really sure who she was
but she made my life difficult by choice.
at night, dreaming of a past life,
fixing the horror caused-
making everything alright;
i then wake,
to a world unforgivable.
i sob and
scream-
im sorry
why cant you believe me?!?!
ill be seeing you.
Michelle E Alba Jun 2010
She asked me if I need you
though the walks
the talks
were blue.

Burdened with the headache,
the fear of something new-
repercussions to this decision-
an advocate much
   too valuable
to loose.

Harbor this fugitive of our love that runs deep,
obliterating oceans and barriers between.
Deciphering the waste from the optimally,
landing on my feet
means everything;
maintaining my faith,
a necessity.

Overwhelmed and anxious, I find relief-
in a sense of stability
in the event I flee.
        Always a way out,
        but not always-
back to thee.

She asked me if i need you,
but my response was meek.
"I wonder if I'll need him-
while floating out to sea..."
Michelle E Alba Jun 2010
Barefoot,
stripped of all things,
leaning against a sunset,
wet wind in my wings.

Fresh
muted clouds approaching,
hollow my mind,
body is at peace.

Inattention to
the storm brewing,
I stand my ground,
no care or worry.

Unannounced, the scent
whispers too sweet,
a mystery of change
awaiting me.

Treading the space
in the colors of my psyche,
I'm not afraid,
but lucid and ready.

Concocting this mirage
that appears too vividly,
the rainbow that shined
now drowns in white sea.

Barefoot,
I'm stripped of all things.
Michelle E Alba Jun 2010
home is a place,
where the walls don't smell
of regret,
or extintion,
or torment,
or hell.

home is a place,
where the doors revolve,
ambitions stroll in,
while fears disolve.

home is a place,
where the blankets are soft,
a one story house,
with the roof torn off.

home is a place,
where dreams proceed
to have no limit,
no unreachable deed.

home is a place,
built on hope and faith,
heated by love,
and secured by strength.

home is a place,
which will never break,
because the Lord is my savior
and he guides the way.
Michelle E Alba Jun 2010
Silent serenity, peace, at least.

Complex simplicity dissolves the beast.

Disappearing doubts, shadows in the dark,

Hope drowns disease, content at heart.

No quest at hand- no combustion necessary,

Body sedated in the bliss that varies,

And the love that carries

The fuel-

The feelings I’m feeling are all so new,

Unfamiliar to-

One broken soul,

All the who-

Now feels more whole.

No missing parts, no magma pool-

Ready to com-bust at any toll.

Silent serenity, peace, at least.
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