~Alleyana
at the end of every storm
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What I tell myself ...He's the compost that never ran down into the soil because it was just too filthy to be digested by the worms. His eyes are the precise blue of an overwashed periwinkle blouse that shrunk in the wash and you never wore again. Upon his head is an entangled assortment of brown vines that no monkey can climb for fear of slipping into his overly pronounced cheekbones and falling below the jawline. He would swallow you up with his crooked, yellowing teeth if he got his cracked lips upon you;What I tell myself ...
but don't worry, he always throws up his food after it's gone done.
by ~Alleyana
Goodbye. Hello. Where am I?Belated birthdays and too late goodbyes accumulate like carcasses at the back door.Goodbye. Hello. Where am I?
Last Wednesday (or this Thursday) I flushed my pictures (or was it my camera) down the toilet.
It's so much simpler to leave it behind when you can't know it's gone.
Sometimes, wisps of smoke trail behind me, leaking from my ears, my eyes, my very substance, but when I turn to catch them --
I thought if I wrote
all my memoirs down they would remain unchanged:
when I woke, it was &
by ~Alleyana
They told meThey say that the world is roundThey told me
but I have found an end.
They say.
They say that time never stops; it flies on by,
but I can feel it freeze.
They say.
They say that this earth spins on;
but I know that my center's gone.
They say.
You told me our love could never die;
but that was when
you did.
by ~Alleyana
The Following SalesmanAre those your footprints etched into the crystal grains of sand? It it your imprint that travels just behind my reach and just out of my vision?The Following Salesman
Are those your breaths that lull me to my slumber?
Was it you that gave me the final push to let it all go?
Is it the night who calls me, stirs my heart and spits it out,
or are you still here?
by ~Alleyana
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If you dieIf you die, I will switch rooms with my housemate, tell her that I am allergic to baseboards and small slugs that creep in through the stomach of my floor, I will make a nest in the back of the closet where I will sleep and I will stare into the high heels and the shoes still covered in one weekend's vomit.If you die
I will take three of your fingers and put them into a small cigarette case, white bone bits lined up like beach shells on a grandmother's counter. I will remember that they used to run up and down my knee caps and I will send prayers through your knuckles and feel sca
by ~ejectionletter
When I write you a love letterIt will not start with I love you, I need you, look at your beautiful eyes. It will start with I weeded 1000 dandelions so that you couldWhen I write you a love letter
mow the lawn without stopping to wipe sweat off of your bicep. It will start with, I payed a boy $5 to carry in my groceries so that I could kiss you hello hello hello.
It will not contain the words forever or always because both of us are defeatists and I know they make you ache, but it will be in the shape of infinity, lazy figure eight scoops you can relate to. It will read like a choose-your-own-ending nove
by ~ejectionletter
Old ghosts.
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- Current Residence: Up North in Canada
- Interests: Art, Music, Writing
- Favourite movie: 50 First Dates, or Forrest Gump
- Favourite genre of music: Everything?
- Favourite artist: Jason Baalman, Pat McMicheal
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allan Poe
- Favourite style of art: Portrait
- Operating System: Windows & Mac
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Personal Quote: It is not how you begin, nor how you end life that matters. It is what you do in between.
- Tools of the Trade: Pencils, Words
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