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Spend it all on me,
Exhaust all of your efforts,
Thoughtless Affliction.
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poem
Sparkling until the End
Ebb- Flow
Just wait a moment, there will be a new tide
on the same banks.
The shape might change
but
the actions will never falter.
Capture the moment,
an eternity encapsulated in a
reflection.
Catching My Eye
There is absolutely no reason to take this picture,
There is nothing interesting about it.
It doesn’t have contrast,
There is nothing significant.
Yet I can’t help myself.
Snap, Shutter, Snap, Snap.
Capture, whatever it might have been, it is now forever imposed in my camera.
Maybe one day I will figure it out,
Part of me hopes that isn’t true,
There is something forever interesting about
What might have been, what could be.
Most
of all
Mystery.
There Used To Be
There used to be a time when I could come out here,
I could see for miles and miles,
what would I see you might wonder? The answer is simple,
Nothing.
Now, As I sit parked in the my car, no longer hidden from the city lights I know that I can see it all.
No more can I look to the right and wonder what might prowl on the plains.
I sit here and wonder on top of this modest hill- what will happen in just a few more days?
A few more months? Will I even sit here on the side of the road masked by the cover of darkness?
No.
There is no place to hide.
If I want to see the stars unhindered I will have to run further the next time.
Speeding down a new abandoned highway, the journey is no longer minutes but hours.
All to see the stars,
unhindered.
Snow Fall
With it comes a combination of excitement and misery.
The blanket can wrap itself around
you romantically or detrimentally.
The beauty of its innocence, the first few precious moments it lays there
cannot be ignored.
Much like you, untouched its
white facade, its enchantment.
Forever lost trying to find the ways each flake is unique unto itself.
In an instant, a trail is blazed, the sun comes out, a cat’s track crunches the pristine surface.
Character has replaced innocence,
it has to be for the better?
The Final Weekend
All I want is eggnog,
spiked with something special.
To sit peacefully in my
living room, watching the lights
twinkle, the bulbs glisten.
Instead I waited until
the weekend before to tempt
fate at the mall parking lot.
Run, jump, duck and cover-
don’t lose a hand over that
sweater.
In My Brain
There was a poem within.
Simplicity 25
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Ice encroaches it,
sunlight cannot light it up,
grasp warmth from within.
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Rustled
The end can approach
quickly, quietly without warning.
It could be your moment.
Standing at a crossroad,
you must decide.
The leaves are just
waiting to be rustled.
Seize the chance to
create your own with path with
pen in hand.
Pathways
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The easy path shines—
The worthwhile path is hidden—-
Your dance will match it.
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Literary.Land.of.Alysia 