Simplicity 13

March 6, 2013 / Alysia / 11 Comments

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It starts with a look;

Undeniable feeling,

Lost with its newness.

In between I see;

Another level of joy,

But the end is near.

Closure comes with it;

Unanswered questions but I

Will find you at last.

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Clocks

March 5, 2013 / Alysia / 3 Comments

Is it so very different from place to place? Do timezones stand for more than just a change in longitude? Are we a reflection of when the sun rises above us, are we more? Would I love him less if he saw the sun after me each day? What if he believes over love only revolves around time? Can I last without him after giving myself fully to our love?

I shouldn’t focus on this now. I need to focus on the moment. He will be off the plane at any moment. No return flight.

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Tick- Tock- Tick- Tock

Kiss, Love, Breathe, Live

Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock

Heartbreak, Eternal, Ever After

Tick-Tock

Better Than Who?

March 4, 2013 / Alysia / 8 Comments

Simplicity 12

February 27, 2013 / Alysia / 8 Comments

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The dream shines at night,

By day it eludes capture,

Only time will tell.

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Choices

February 26, 2013 / Alysia / 15 Comments

There Is Nothing To Fear

February 25, 2013 / Alysia / 3 Comments

Colorado Snow

February 24, 2013 / Alysia / 7 Comments

Snow Falls Everywhere,

Wind Whips Through My Neighborhood,

Respite Found In Bed Reading.

Thump Thump Thump

February 23, 2013February 23, 2013 / Alysia / 5 Comments

Under the cover of darkness your imagination can play the greatest of tricks.

What do you see lurking in the background?

Do you have time to get away?

Is the door locked?

Time has run out.

After A Long Week

February 22, 2013 / Alysia / 12 Comments

I have found that after a long, hard week of work and hopefully writing there is no better way for me to relax than to crawl into the bath tub with a great book. It is a great place to imagine my next story. I had no idea, however, that there was actual set-ups for it, I had always winged it hoping that my beloved book did not end up in the water. It even has a place for me to put my week-ending cocktail, I may never leave my bath tub again. I can’t help but wonder if this is just a woman’s thing, do any of my male followers partake in this? I am quite curious.