Friday, May 27, 2011

Every now and then
I have a remarkably vivid dream of you
And though they are growing
Far and few between
I am always left shaken;
Heart in two.
I would appreciate it if you would
Stay out of my subconscious
From now on.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Every place I go

I thought you wouldn't come back

The flowers are rotting in the vase,

You and I, we've indulged too long,

In this limbo of smoke that never rises;

Your lips move but I don't listen,

You're telling me to grow up,

Go away,

Find a home.

But to leave you here,

In the middle of the middle of nowhere...

Have some coffee,

I'll smoke once more and pour my last thought into your atmosphere,

As the music drifts further away,

And we can't hear it any more because we're blind,

Although we think we can see it all.

You're wise and you won't admit it,

Telling me of the colour of the sun in different cities,

Running to see what people drop in street corners,

And your smile is so wide it contains more than my soul can bear.

I don't know what I've become,

A stroke of a brush unto an unfinished canvas,

Years into this, colours still not mingling:

We make for a damn good case study.

I can't see your eyes, but I can smell you sleeping,

I take off, away, knowing we will never touch again,

But how wonderful it was to rest here on your shoulder,

Like when we were kids,

And train rides were easier to take than ever.

I know I'm guilty.

And I am alone.

But you've tattooed home on my skin,

And you are in every place I go.

Spaces

First things first,
Last things last.
Hours
          pass
  slowly.
Years pass fast.

m  e  a  n  i  n  g
e  s  c  a  p  e  s
t  h  r  o  u  g  h
s  p  a     c  e  s
 b  e  t  w  e  e  n 
l  e  t  t  e  r  s

Not always rainbows & butterflies

Lost Wanderer

by Alotta

Here I stand,
alone and afraid;
feeling filthy and unwanted.

he took my soul;
my virginity;
my life;
my hopes;
my dreams.

I am nothing now.
nothing but a lost wanderer.
wandering this cruel world
thinking why he did what he did, to me.

I didn't deserve this punishment.
didn't deserve it at all.
but when he grabbed me and began ripping my dignity away bit by bit,
the fear arose within me.

he touched me over and over.
told me I would soon die.
told me I was a "whore".
but why?

in a way, I did die.
in a way, I am still here.

a lost wanderer.
alone and afraid.