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Sunday, February 15th, 2009
5:51 pm
[alessandra_lee]
Repeat
Repeat

Hello, I am disaster;
Falling into the same old pattern.
The same tense body, the same racing mind,
The same struggle to hold it together.
This is the battle I have lost
Time and time again.
I am adrift.
Not knowing how I'm getting there,
But knowing how this ends.
Tuesday, February 10th, 2009
12:00 am
[alessandra_lee]
The Disconnect
The Disconnect

Is this my forever?
A pattern of scars across the skin,
a mind haunted by all it touches.
Never comfortable, always strained,
out of place in every place.
Always too quiet, too loud,
too sad, too happy,
too far away.
Will I always be too off
to have a place?
Monday, February 9th, 2009
4:53 am
[alessandra_lee]
Dug
Dug

Promises I made, but never kept.
Wounds that never fully healed.
Tiny red pinpricks on my back.
Nails trying to rip apart my body.
Rip off the skin; hoping for something new below,
something beautiful.
A thousand scars to haunt me for eternity.
A thousand things to hide.
Hoping to contain it. Hoping to change it.
Hoping today won’t be the day
I fall apart completely.
Saturday, June 30th, 2007
10:56 pm
[alessandra_lee]
Someone Else's
Someone Else's

These things I’ve held in my hand
Have, like grains of sand, slipped straight through
Only to be caught by someone
With a softer grip than mine.
Her voice not so abrasive,
Her mannerisms more controlled.
And I am left with nothing now,
But a longing for quiet words
And soft blond hair.
Wednesday, October 11th, 2006
2:05 pm
[niyki]
The Prelude
An excerpt from a new suite of poems entitled This Mess written by yours truly during foreign ventures and escapades of "study".

Welcome to the overt themes of stress and procrastination, of cramming and last minute preparation and finally, venting frustration against literary characters whose fault it most certainly wasn't.

Excerpt
Dear Hareton

the importance of being earnest
and avoiding Heathcliff
at all costs
ensures you Retain Your Property
and the right to tell him
‘Shut up.’
Because, you know how to spell it
and read your name above your door
so you Don’t fall in love
with forlorn first cousins,
screw up your family tree
eventually weirding out
seventeen and eighteen year old randoms
who chose not to damn the curate
and as a reward
ended up being forced
to read about you
instead.


This Mess will be released within the next two weeks on-line at a site which is yet to be advised.

Look forward to it. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

I'm new here, btw.
Tuesday, May 30th, 2006
12:46 am
[nowisnow]
heir, loom
sovereign

heir

loom


truest
sense


corners and dance
flying

tense to the past
the present
the future

and his mask rings

the flask
if his hands fling
quarters
thirds
seconds
and firsts

you,
sun

burst
Friday, May 26th, 2006
11:03 am
[alessandra_lee]
Bones So Razor Sharp
Bones So Razor Sharp

She is thin now,
But it’s dangerous,
She’s fading into
Dust.
Her bones protrude
From thin white skin,
So razor sharp
I’m afraid to touch her.
Wednesday, May 24th, 2006
10:48 am
[alessandra_lee]
Quiet
Quiet

One eye closed,
She sits.
Her head flat against her arm
Flat against the book
Flat against the table top.
Her hand on the pen,
Three fingers squeezing
Just below the tip.
She spreads black ink
On the paper,
Her heart
Across the page.
Tuesday, May 16th, 2006
5:51 pm
[nowisnow]
the rheumatic clasp
the rheumatic clasp

in the form of
a clearing

riddle
hawk


syllabic
chalk

and token task

the first
wilts


last
Saturday, May 13th, 2006
11:19 pm
[nowisnow]
the mangler
bent
and
warding


these are angles unknown


freedom spilt

the mangler

and

method


sharp orion
Monday, May 8th, 2006
3:49 pm
[nowisnow]
into and out of
the lake

i let it


rise


catching up
to sleep



in this

a
balancing act


a return

from


the place i'd wandered


into
and out
of
Tuesday, April 25th, 2006
5:42 pm
[nowisnow]
strange surface
strange surface
i keep

waving to my self
waking to
engulf
the purpose

i display
the writings

leave no
trace

of freedom

from the garments on my back
to my own devotion
as i cause

breaching
laughing

breathing throughout what
trauma

tells
me how to code
the

first step i took
to
how i sew
this
book to

its
binding
me to you to everything

i've encountered
him as her and
her
as
him
a prism

filtering
a scene

i have
seen




btw i'm new to the comm, hope you like what i write. if there are any interested in reading what else i have on my page, add me as a friend and i'll add you back :) otherwise, i'll keep posting here now and again. peace.
Tuesday, April 18th, 2006
8:26 am
[almostjune]
In this world, there is a female hatter in madness of mine to acknowledge. I recognize her by the cream color of her oval face, being topped by a hat or two reeked in gin, and framed by thick bangs colored intertwining shades of pink and purple to her chin. The first hat is satin, the second is velvet, and blooming on the trim of the latter is a bright large unfurled tiger lily with leopard markings. Beneath her groomed brows, curled peacock plumes grow from orange blush petal lids. Devious eyes, deepening wounds of green, dwell with genuine love. To her full lips, where rouge lipstick is an abstract expression escaping her moral boundaries and through the middle glimmers a decor of pierced silver, she brings the cup and savors sipping peppermint mercury. Where her teeth are pearls, there belong to be soft coy fangs to bump against the porcelain. The collar of her black blazer rests stiffly on her elegant collar bones, lightly defined. Her already plump breasts are emphasized by orange ruffles like a cascading foliage of tiger lillies. To my place at the other end of the table, I shy obsessively away from her behind my teapot, wishing even more obsessively that I could be next to her where she is constantly prompting me to be. So I reluctantly smile and in my fanatic Cheshire self it expands past this pot that I may content myself to her laughter within distant adoration.
Monday, April 17th, 2006
9:56 pm
[timeless_story]
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Sunday, February 26th, 2006
11:48 am
[alessandra_lee]
Let Her Go
She doesn’t belong here
Among blue jeans
And sushi,
Automobiles
And automatic faucets.
Technology has replaced
Magic and hard work.
Her head in books
Of what they now call
Mythology.
But she believes in
Hermes and Hades,
Galahad and Gawain,
Merlin and Mordred.
Centaurs, elves, dwarves,
Fae, nymphs, goblins, dragons.
She flies in dreams,
Escapes in dreams,
Lives in dreams.
She belongs in a world
Saturated with magic.
Among spells and sorcerers.
She should dance with pixies
In front of great bonfires.
Roam the woods with
Chiron and the Centaurs.
This world cannot hold her
For her dreams are too big.
Just let her go,
Let her soar,
Let her fly,
Ser her free
Among the clouds.
Let her go
To live among the divine.
Let her go free
To live as she chooses.
Thursday, February 23rd, 2006
2:40 pm
[fizzgid]
Poetry
HERE IS ONE OF MY PUBLISHED POEMS...

Divine Lover

Dedicated To My Love

Archangel I call to thee,
Come and bid me company,
Come to me, Find your way,
Do not be fooled to wander astray,
For, this is your destiny from above,
So, make haste and reach me love,
Take flight from your world to mine,
Upon six charcoal wings divine,
I ask of you, Deity of the night,
Please come forth to thy sight,
Handsome lad of skin so pale,
Do bewitch me, You shall prevail,
And with thou love and intense gaze,
You'll surely send thy heart ablaze,
As both our passion grow and soar,
Thy aching heart will be no more...

Natasha Rose Dreta Wallace

Copyright ©2006 Natasha Rose Dreta Wallace

Current Mood: Oh yeah!
Monday, February 13th, 2006
10:02 pm
[alessandra_lee]
Confinement
Confinement

I am
the fairy on
his bedside table
in the little glass jar.
Bits of leaves and tiny sticks
can’t hide the cloth
in place of the lid.
Even if air can get in
it’s still horrible
that I can’t get out.
As beautiful as he is,
watching him
is no substitute
for flying.
Saturday, February 4th, 2006
1:00 pm
[katherinethgnat]
Thursday, January 26th, 2006
10:22 am
[alessandra_lee]
Grand Finale
Grand Finale

And we are still the same disaster.
We clash,
Less like
Green and orange
And more like
Polka-dots and paisley.
No formal surrender, but
We’re so over.


Current Mood: productive
Wednesday, January 25th, 2006
12:22 pm
[alessandra_lee]
Of Siblings and Sanity

Sometimes, I think
My sister
is more insane than I am.
'Do you have
a dorsal fin?'
She writes.
The red marker,
So random.
'Snowflake'
It's not snowing.
Actually,
It's about fifty degrees out
pretty warm
for January.
'like a glove'
Cryptic,
ain't she?
'Your an annoying squrril'
Bad grammar
and the inability to spell.
Definitely not me.
'Werdddd'
I have no time
for internet slang
the way she does.
'Drew mannnn'
Or friends
the way they
monopolize her time.
'Bold'
In bold, she emphasizes,
but still makes no sense.
'I've had the time of my liiiife--'
Perhaps I'm crazy,
but I noticed she always
writes 4 extra letters
if she writes any.
On purpose?
Probably not.
I over-analyze.
'Go Go Power Rangers'
I watched that
when I was younger
I guess at that point
we weren't so different.
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