I feel so confused and used up.
Emotionally, and physically.
Like a towel laying in front of a shower or tub.
It's obviously soaked from the wet feet stepping on it before;
But it still lays there-
As if it's doing any justice.
Just a token,
An ornament-
Decorating the mind to trick you into thinking it's doing it's purpose.

I feel as if I'm making myself believe that I'm doing something good for myself, when really I'm just lying in my own demise. The days do nothing but reiterate.. my body soaks up the same fragments of life.
Everything's like clockwork when all I want is to break that clock and regain my internal being.

Food for thought, or thought for food?
Either way I'm hungry, but I can't seem to eat.

                                        Alysia Marie 2015 ©

If it were my choice,
I'd drag you so deep
Pull you into the water,
Watching you fall off your feet
You'd stumble a bit,
Can't catch your breath if you tried
Seeing you there,
As the water muffles your cries
The fear in your heart,
Whispers through your lips
With each gasping breath,
I'll just let you slip
For the love you've shown me,
Has done nothing more
Than sink my beating heart,
To the deepest oceans floor

                                              Alysia Marie 2015 ©

You're just like Medusa
You've turned me to stone
With one glimpse of your eyes
The ones I thought that I've known

Yet lately you're silent
That carcass begging to refrain
From the duties of your being
That slithers wildly again

So darling take a breather
Your soul is begging for the air
For venom dances on your lips
With the slightest movement of your hair

Kiss me lovely, kiss me
If that will cure your soul
It might **** me in an instant
With you, I've never had control

Your beauty graces the heavens
But your body's cold as ice
Yet your being is pretentious
I'll pay the infinite price

For this body is a messenger
But to the eye I'm merely stone
For you lose every motive to live
When you fall in love with the unknown

                                               Alysia Marie 2015 ©

Mother Earth and Father Sky
Sitting closely as I sing
Flying gracefully in the night
As I drift upon their wings
Slow and sweet, lovely tunes
Frolic through the sounds
Looking upon the blissful moon
As I float safely to the ground
Losing moments in the heat
As the night comes to a holt
And the moon turns to defeat
So the sun can spark a volt
Shining softly through the sounds
That the chorus makes
Of defenseless little clouds
Feeling pain they cannot take
The trees will slowly turn to ash
As the grass becomes a blaze
Melting into the dusty hash
So the world becomes a haze
Mother Earth and Father Sky
Protect me for I am trapped
In between these pins and burns
Slipping from your grasp
Mother you cannot save me
Now that the world is cold and still
Father can't come hold me
I am the one that makes him shrill
I know you're busy with this world
I'll be a part of it one day
But inside my body's swirled
For these words are brash, dare I say
That now I'm floating in your air
The breeze linked to my heart
Close you're eyes, no need to stare
For now I am a part
Of this world you know so well
Quiet and serene
Nature turns and dare i tell
It was no home for me

                                        Alysia Marie 2015 ©

Stand here or just shrug away
Leave me that heart you say you've held
Forcing me to ponder hopelessly
In the deepest depths and realms
That scent-
That smile-
That eerie grin-
Still lingers in my mind
Like piercing needles puncturing
The chambers of my mind
Stop
Go
Just wait in time
Like the ones around you will
Losing moments
Precious moments
The ones that make you ill
Deep inside of this twisted mind
I call my memory
I lock it up and keep it tight
Your secrets safe with me

                                        Alysia Marie 2015 ©

I wonder if I'll ever forget that feeling,
That loss;
And all of this uncertainty.

I wish I could just pack up these memories and emotions and just throw them out the window and watch them soar into the sky.

I just want to be able to breath,
But even breathing becomes hard when the flashbacks do nothing but choke me alive.

                                       Alysia Marie 2015 ©

cocoon inside your blanket
let the waves come take you
nightmares spill out of your head on the pillow
with a single deep breath
the day is dead