Alisa Vasquez Poems #2

His shoulders tell a story of unrest for they are crooked. With his mouth washed he says the unrest should at least be clean.

If I held my breath I’d run out,

If I ran out, I’d feel pressure,

If I felt pressure, I’d feel the need to make a decision,

If I failed that need,

I still made a decision.

White picket fences

the dinner table,

Comfort in running water.

Finally arriving,

Soft pillow cases,

Silently loud

the release into him

the release into her.

No redemption,

This is hatred.

I’m sitting her wondering and pissed

I’m confused.

The things that are supposed to be fun and exciting aren’t

They’re a mess and confusing as fuck.

They’re supposed to be great things.

The potential is there

the lights are on,

Dim, but on.

There used to be a song that saved me

Instantly all was okay.

Or maybe I had the understanding it would be.

You’re here now

I can’t find that song and it can’t find me.

My dad said I have nothing to lose

But my pants are down

And I have already seen that loss.

So, I guess he’s right.

I want it all now.

I want the path to my song

And I don’t care about the melody.

One day when its right

Again.

We will be there.

Different people with the same core.

In the mean time don’t lose sight of the goal.

This is a journey

Let others around you, love you.

You are worth it all and more

Above all things,

Let it be,

A day in the life,

Evolution,

and Blackbird.

Tradition is fiction,

it always has been.

Whether you exist in my mind

Or I exist in yours,

It all comes down to faith.

If I choose evolution,

What says of the missing link?

If I chose creation,

What says of Adam and Eve?

What says we aren’t all here because of you?

(read from left to right)

Serene grass Long lashes

Faint voices

Hopeless addiction Unknown

Never ending

Full lips Sewn shut

Dark shadows

Parallel lines Hanging curtains

Swinging lamp

Wildly passionate,

Quietly passed,

Means ultimately, gone.

Absolute,

And okay.

Wildly passionate,

“Quietly sobbing”.

Wonder about tomorrow and what life brings.

Softly smile and breathe.

Your loving soul draws me near.

All poems by Alisa Vasquez

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