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At last I saw it.
The breakable heart of glass.
Steal away the night.
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Poetry
The Poem Within pt. 3
To Be You
Sunrise, Sunset.
time is forever,
Limited.
*
Trapped in a box,
not of your,
Creation.
*
Crushed by
everyone else’s
Expectations.
If you can’t be you, what is the point?
Obstacles
Everyone has somewhere they want to go.
Some make it.
Some don’t.
What separates them?
Those who do not fear a path covered in mud.
The Poem Within pt. 2
Summer Time
I heard somewhere that Summer only lasts
93 nights.
Is that what causes this euphoria?
The scramble to find fun.
Fancy Free.
Windows down.
Heat rising from the concrete.
Patios full.
Lightning Flashing.
Cold Local Brew.
After all when the leaves change so will our
attitude.
The Poem Within
Looking for what can be found deeper.
This is what I found when I looked closer at,
Emily Dickinson’s Because I could not stop for death
Interpretation
Wide
Life
Last
Day
Blues.
What do you see in the Titles?
Active Change
Reaching
Searching
Grasping.
Feel
See
Hear.
Break
All
The
Rules.
Never what could have been.
What will you do now to Prevent
History from Repeating itself?
Frisky Friday
I will drink it in a chair.
I will not drink it next to a bear.
I cannot drink it as a pair.
When I drink it I will most certainly not share.
You can join me if you dare.
It will capture you in it’s snare.
Some say it’s only for those with a certain flare.
In my grasp I have no care.
~What am I?
Happy Friday!
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 