But there’s always a spot I find, in the middle of your chest, where your ribs barely touch creating the perfect mold for my cheek.


- A x

Birthday

Another 30 minutes till my birthday and it still feels the same as it 

did the previous years.

I’m still not turning the age I feel.

I’m still alive and still have a good bit of trouble finding the silver 

lining.

If only birthdays were the one time of year you could change your 

age to the years you felt, then maybe

 things wouldn’t be so difficult.

Maybe then I could feel like I belonged in my own body.

- A x

And maybe the shadows of your mind became the brightest you'll ever find.

- A x

Time
     Time
           Time
again.
     I give to you.
 
 And in return,
             you give me a mask
     
to cover my mourn.
      But they, undoubtably,
       
         last.


- A x

Speak

I wish it was as easy to speak
                     
                  as it is to think.

   I wish I could paint my words

                                 and frame it,

              because then I could have

                                      a concrete message.
   
                                              I wish I could show you my mind,

                                as if it was an open house.

              I wish I could kiss your lips,

              and engrave my love.

  I wish I could say it.


                                                                                                       I love..
- A x

As requested: Kites

As if I were being connected to string,
thrown into life,
and mindlessly seamed
I'd glide with chance and freight.
But if I should be sewn
by your amber brights
and feathered voice
I'd glide with swift and might.
If you should dance,
I will sway.
If you should rise,
I will glide.
If you should fall,
I will crumble.

Torn

I was a flower
with a strong stem and thorns.
I never broke against wind or rain.
I was fierce and smart,
and survival was my main skill.
But, then came a foreign season.
It was warm and cold,
and had the most captivating landscape
but also the most treacherous skies.
I was careful and curious,
but I was plucked of my innocence.
The foreign season remained neutral 
until it was greedy for more.
I was then plucked of function,
and remained torn.
I was a flower,
with a strong stem and thorns.”
- A x

Penny For Thought

Have you ever became so lost in a book that you found yourself becoming more like one of the characters? You begin to talk, act, dress, eat, and think like they do; thus, once you have finished the book you are not sure how to act like yourself again. Until, you have found another enticing book.

Maybe, we the readers, stitch ourselves together with fragments of past-read characters.

Alayna x

Another door has opened and it's time to put aside the fear and take a leap of faith. This is no time for hesitation but a moment for conquer. We must laugh in the face of fear and grab hold of our dreams; "if we don't stand for something then we fall for anything"(Bartkoski/Hamilton). This is the time.

Bartkoski, Steve: "If we don't stand for something, you'll for anything!"

Hamilton, Alexander: 'Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.'

Wander: A self journey.

 I want to go sit on a elegantly designed train and dive into thought. I would listen to my music and just watch as the land and people change. I would think what their life is like or what mine would have been like if I lived there. I would stare at people around and analyze the way they style their hair, clothing preferences, nervous habits or expression. Maybe even watch a couple fall in love or one that falls apart. Maybe watch a man order his last glass or his first of many. Maybe watch a baby cry and think what else they would cry about in the future. Maybe that woman doesn't really want to smile, but to jump off the roof, and maybe that man is too scared to tell her of his undying love. See how someone left a jacket because they were in a rush for a business meeting or their wife went in labor. Maybe look at how that girl stares at her food and just picks the crumbs. See how that boy stares at the pony rather than the race cars. Maybe watch a man put his wedding band in his pocket as he opens the door for a young lady. Notice how a woman has bruises among her limbs and jumps at every unexpected noise. Maybe I would just watch the various faces and difference among the cultures. Or maybe ill just stare and study the pattern of the seat in front of me. Maybe I'll just stare and not think at all. I would just wait for the train to reach its destination. Maybe there is no one there but me. 
I'm alone.