Drink to the
Most.
Dedicated to you.
Our love like Bubbles,
Unable to be caught,
Sparkling, not fragile.
Intoxicating.
All of our senses engage;
Celebration, Beautiful, Playful.
We have tonight,
Tomorrow,
Forever.
Poetical Musings
Explore
Take a deep breathe,
Do not overthink,
Doubt will creep upon you.
Act swiftly.
The greatest risk can lead to,
Superior reward.
New territory can be,
Your territory.
Today, not tomorrow,
Regret is for the weak,
Even if you fail;
You will have a Grand Story
To Tell.
Simplicity 9
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Trembling I see,
Vast opportunity if,
Fear is set aside.
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Inspired by my newest novel endeavor.
Defeated
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Beholden to the moment.
Anger, Frustration, Resentment;
Rushes through my veins.
I could stay and Fight.
I should stay and Fight.
Within me the strength cannot be retrieved.
A manifestation of futility,
Overtakes my mind,
My Body,
My Soul.
I surrender Formally.
Tomorrow solace will be sought,
Tomorrow.
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Simplicity 8
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Cauldron of mists,
Grasping for his deft touches,
Gone again, left cold.
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Legacy
I may not know where I am going but I do know I want to make you proud.
It was more than just a slogan; a life motto: Intelligent, Beautiful, Modest.
I don’t do it for you, I do it because of you and what you wanted me to be.
The risks, the reward, the pain, the joy.
In the end your absence has grown, grown to appreciation for what was, what can be.
It does not mean I wouldn’t do anything for one more conversation; a room full of familiar scents; Pall Malls, Black Coffee.
You are with me, a part of me; if I want to hear you I can in my actions, in my thoughts and in his music.
Forever Grateful.
Simplicity 7
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Confusion masks my
Fluttering heart who is drawn,
To you Forever.
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Four Of A Kind
It’s a crazy game.
Gambling; all or nothing.
Risk it; Life, Love, Lies.
At Night It Calls To Me
It takes a single moment; the blast of the accordion, the bass booming, the trumpet leading the trio.
I am transported to another place, another era, another realm.
The weather is hot, the air is sticky, jazz music is escaping onto the streets from every direction.
Sounds, Scents, Laughter; all linger in the air.
History flirts with Tragedy who seeks Revelry.
Bourbon St, Canal St, Decatur St.
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Deep in the French Quarter my unknowingly lost soul will be found.
*The City of New Orleans will always hold a special place in my heart; I recommend listening to Buckwheat Zydeco “Marie, Marie” to feel the writing above, it encompasses it fully.
Double Life
Dusk approaches, the twilight appears;
For most the day winds down.
I am not most.
Once the fire sets fully,
The embers bring about another realm
Of creativity.
On the precipice of darkness
My passion reveals itself.
By candlelight my pen;
Searches,
Scratches,
Creates.
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 