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"Be bold and mighty forces will come to your aid." ― Basil King
October 11, 2018
 

It doesn’t matter where you are,
It only matters that you’re not here.
I want to tell so many things
But I can only speak to emptiness.
I remember you’re little blue
and grey house, painted with intricate designs and the smell of fresh air and grapes and sheep.
Thinking about you, no words
Could never amount to any of it.
It’s all just a monologue echoing out
Into the void.

I hope you’re well. I hope you got everything you ever needed. 🌻

CHIMNEY SMOKE
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October 11, 2018
 

If I tell myself that I deserve it,
It doesn’t make it true.
Your words imprinted in my pain
And all I see is blame you
Make me feel.

FREEDOM
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October 10, 2018
 

I wasn’t born with a fire in my eyes and big dreams to be a small minded person.

COLORS OF SPIRIT
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October 8, 2018
 

Yeah, flowers are delicate and fragile but so are bombs.
Next time someone treats you like your delicate and fragile,
As if it’s a bad thing, remind them what you’re capable of.

POWERFUL WOMAN
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August 27, 2018
Sacramento, United States

Ruins

You marched your way into my home,
and tore away my armor.
I could not fight, didn't know how.
Now all my walls are toppled over.

And where my soul once rested,
is left an empty space.
In your wake, only ruin
Marking the intentions of your stay.

WATER
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August 27, 2018
Sacramento, United States

Armor

This sweater is my armor.
This armor is my fate.
Must leave no fragment bare,
lest I should break under the weight.

Then my breath grows ragged
Should anything go amiss.
Darkness surely would embrace me
Then with Death's encumbered kiss.

Only then could I dare to rest,
When the perils of my youth departed.
Because it all started with a kiss,
I have lived my life fainthearted.

And so death would be a break,
A chance to let my armor fall.
But how can I think of such a loss
As anything other than my downfall?

I shouldn't have to feel like death is the only way I’ll get to be and feel safe.

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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August 19, 2018
Sacramento, United States

Not Even Us

Wintry as the bleak December,
In a home of white and blue
Where the fading light of embers
Is set adrift into the air.

Then and there the world grew stiller
And before our eyes–only the ice-kissed view.
As we stand there in the powdery garden,
Transfixed into glassy frosted figures
By the wonder of the opaline dawn before us.

Each leaf encased, each puddle glassed.
It's like time is standing absolutely still and
There is nothing and nobody here,
Not even us.

TOUGH WOMAN
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August 18, 2018
Sacramento, United States

Blue Moon

And then in all it's wonder, I stood and watched the bright blue and cotton white of the sky fade into a thick blackness. Bringing with it that twinkling of the stars and the bright and perfect roundness of the big blue moon. I stood so still and heard and noticed so much that the whole of the earth was like a lullaby nearly putting me to sleep.

But I couldn't sleep, not with this much excitement in my bones. Not with all the problems back at our little cottage, nothing could keep me from focusing and drinking in the beauty and extravagance before me. Each star twinkled and danced as graceful as I've heard Ballerina's are.

Nothing else could ever matter or touch me as much as ...

STRIPE ME A LOGO
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August 17, 2018
Sacramento, United States


Tempest She Knew

The tempest under her skin brewed,
and while nobody could see it,
she always felt it hidden within her somewhere,
somewhere deep and dark and unexplored.
Where worlds orbit around her mind,
wild with ideas and possibilities.

STRIPE ME A LOGO
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August 16, 2018
Sacramento, United States

Trick of Light

Just a trick of the light,
A wave of a wand,
A blink of an eye,
And the magic is gone.
The wonder is spread
But the truth lays hidden
In the golden rays
Covered by eternal clouds.

WINTER
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August 13, 2018
Sacramento, United States


Temp

Blanketed by an eternity,
I wonder what there is left.
When all you want, is all you get,
But still it never comes close.
Time we spend, and time we don't,
We're always wishing for more.
So, when the stars awake,
We all stare up at the sky
Wishing our lives away.

STARS
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August 12, 2018
Sacramento, United States

Roller coasters

you get high when you get low

run and hide and outgrow

all those kiddie rollercoasters.

now you get a different kind of high

as you convince yourself you're doing just fine.

but the cycles never end

they just go round and round and up and down

till you become dizzy from the ride

and beg for it all to stop.

till you beg for a different life

and different problems to solve.

THE SOUL WITHIN
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August 10, 2018
Eugene, United States


Waiting...

So here we are
With time at a stand still
Waiting for words to be said,
That will never come.
Both of us hoping
The other has more courage
To speak those words aloud.

I'm waiting...

LIKE A BIRD
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August 10, 2018
Portland, United States

canyon memories

Stand with me up on the narrow

cliffs and take my hand. Maybe we will fly as sparrows,

In endless skies and clouds and suns.

Maybe one day all this bleeding will be secede

And our memories not forlorn, not

Left to fade and erode like water shapes canyons.

I hardly remember much of you anymore...

WINTER
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August 9, 2018
Tacoma, United States

Blue, immense and crystalline,

Entirely grand in its design.

I'm lost floating in it's cool waves,

And soon they take me under,

Then I am swept with the hurricanes

All engulfed and torn asunder.

Life is like small waves at first 

but bigger with each turn and roll.

Eventually strong enough to knock you back

and possibly even rip you to shreds. 

It all depends where in the waves you are

each person has their own woes.

LETTRS BRIGHT
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August 7, 2018
Sacramento, United States

Why

I hate that feeling that I don't belong

But I hate it more that I don't blame you

For always leaving me to my solitary existence.

For some reason I can never hate you 

Even though you do it every. single. time.

And I'm left alone to all my 

Thoughts and lonely memories.

Even when you say you'll be there.

TEA TIME
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July 28, 2018
Sacramento, United States

Potions
a.k.a. Monsters & Witches

Just a little, or maybe a lot,
You drink just as much as I do.
But I'm a witch in your eyes
And you're just a monster in mine.

STARS CAN'T SHINE WITHOUT DARKNESS
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July 28, 2018
 

Sweater moments

I often feel that I do not belong places.
Especially places where everyone is happy and laughing
And chatting together so closely that there is no room
For me within the tight-knit converstaions.
Like a crocheted  sweater. Perhaps on purpose.

STARS CAN'T SHINE WITHOUT DARKNESS
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April 19, 2018
 

Little blue, little deep,
The oceans call, the sea’s weep.
Little house, in a little field.
The earth is scorched the prairies bleed.
I find you among the ashes
Lying perfectly still.
A shadow of your former self.

EVALUATE YOUR LIFE DAY
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March 19, 2018
Elk Grove, United States

Moon & Sun

Sun shines in through the window.
A glistening orange glow.
The room is lifted higher,
As if floating on air,
As if lifted to the heavens.
It’s incandescent fire gives warmth and sweet kisses.

I am a shadow, I am the moon.
I love the light but I can only reflect the sun. I have no fire on my own. Just a mass of rocks that only knows how to move oceans and rotate around you, a consumând focus. A love full of wonder and sweet whisperings.

I LOVE WRITING DAY
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March 19, 2018
 

The Girl Who Brings Ink To Life

Flowers pressed upon the pages of her poetry. Flowers now as dead as the trees upon which she writes. Her mind hears noise and transforms each random ruffle of a feather, each bark of a dog or wind through trees into music in her ears. Her own little world, oblivious to the passing light and the world around her. She writes with each breathe closer, like contractions. Like labor, like the finished writing, her child, will be here soon. Each breath is a stepping stone higher to the moon and stars. A dance in the moonlit room, a lamp, paper and pen; she dances.

I LOVE WRITING DAY
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January 24, 2018
 

Nope, just afraid...

UNIVERSAL
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January 24, 2018
 

The winding road ahead is dark and unknown
And I’m both excited and afraid.

TIME TO RELAX
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January 6, 2018
Tacoma, United States

Sometimes I wonder who you think I am, who you take me for as you read the words I l’ve written... the ones that you say are good or powerful. Whose words are those? They seem so unrecognizable.

LETTRS BRIGHT
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November 17, 2017
Tacoma, United States

They broke me down like pottery.
But I mastered the art of Kintsugi and
put myself back together, better than ever.

— a piece from a piece I was working on today

BLOSSOMING
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October 25, 2017
Tacoma, United States

Currently writing a second poetry collection book on Wattpad. Hoping to find inspiration for the themes and organization. For the content. Wish me luck!

INTERNATIONAL ARTISTS DAY
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October 21, 2017
Bothell, United States

I’m the glass menagerie,
My tongue a double edged sword.
I cut, I shine, I reflect.
I build myself up to higher heavens.
Dreaming of victory, I’ve yet to taste.

TOUGH WOMAN
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October 21, 2017
Issaquah, United States

“I’m a glass sword, and I feel myself beginning to shatter.”
— Glass Sword, Red Queen Series

EVALUATE YOUR LIFE DAY
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October 20, 2017
Bothell, United States

She’s so confident in her entirety, like a goddess, that she makes hating yourself look stupid.

UNIVERSAL
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September 17, 2017
Bothell, United States

"Others have it worse"

Is a bandage some put on your wounds to shut you up from seeking help when it's bad. To simply put it they mean to say that others have it worse, so I don't want to hear you complaining to me about your problems because I do not care. It's a sugar coated poison that traumatized people tend to swallowing not realizing that they have a right to feel bad about the bad things that have happened to them. Teaching us to mask emotions.

Sometimes this keeps us from getting help, from talking at all even. Sometimes this drives us mad in our pain because it is so bad we can't really hide it, we don't know how. And we still feel that bad regardless of whether others have it wor...

THE BEASTESS
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