Hard truth

A lie that lives
Between two sighs,
It’s not much,
Except to you
and I.
While you say
That you will try,
My mouth smiles,
As my heart cries.

I know to you,
It’s never a lie…
but we both know,
Looking eye to eye,
Only a sad secret
Between you
and I.

a.l.c

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Dark days

Time passes before being noticed,
Only ordinary days come and go.
I feel sorry every sunrise
And hopeful every sundown.

Reaching for past things,
Not much matters
Now.

a.l.c

**I often find myself waking up and not doing the things I had said I would do the night before… the simple act of “not” doing things that can sometimes darken the whole day. Lucky us when we get to try again the next day.🌅🌄

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Magnum Opus

We cling together like wet glitter,
A child’s rainy day project,
Pieces of innocence glued together
To make a masterpiece or lost art.

Pure love only paints passion,
A symbol often forgotten
With age.

a.l.c

Sapphire sadness

Little bits of truth spill out…
A glowing drip of light
Brightens the darkness
Only slightly.
I still hold back
To keep what stays inside…
A diamond only bleeding blue,
A sad tear that sounds of foreign
Languages, pronouncing truths
Misunderstood.

a.l.c

Means to an end

So easily days end
With little occurrences,
Making one day at a time
Seem pointless.
As suns rise with new hope,
Always due to set soon after,
Thin lines of secrets blur out
Left lost between twilight.

a.l.c

Tea parties🫖

Tea parties

Pink plastic chairs,
Our dolls curly hairs,
All set up, a tiny table,
Two little girls playing fables.
Now years have passed
And we have grown,
I often find myself sitting alone…
In my grown up adult home,
Remembering memories
And sipping tea,
Wondering how this came to be.

a.l.c

Glass tears

Another text read with regret,
Like lazy lines of lies
Or just a knife to the ear…
I hear a sound of death,
Too close and too soon.
How dare you take another
You forgot and left behind,
I will blame anything I can
To force the hurt out of my mind.
The thought that I could be alone,
When I thought I’d be first to die…
A selfish prayer I pray so selfless,
Please give me strength
To hold the weak,
I don’t want her to see me cry.

a.l.c

Skipping stones

I often find myself
Down lost paths of thought,
Where I pick flowers
While I walk…
And sometimes
When the sun is out,
I walk further to the stream,
Then stop and toss some pebbles,
Throwing worries out for dreams.
Skipping stones


a.l.c








**Did you know skipping stones spend 100 times longer in air than they do on water? This is because air is about 780 times less dense than water, making very little impact to the flight of the rock. Like a skipping stone, many let their dreams only skim the surface of their reality, spending more time in air as thoughts in our heads.

The pessimist

Here I sit with stirring thoughts
And melancholy memories,
I think until there is no more
And I am left at empty.

a.l.c

Magic 8 ball

In the split of a moment,
I reflect the simplicity
Of your complicated words.
So frail your adjectives sound
Forced between chipped teeth,
Only stifled stuttered consonants,
Just a spew of stuck excuses.

a.l.c

Aloof

Left crumpled, I sit alone,
Not quiet alone,
Just silent riot alone.
I try to think something
That feels better than this,
It doesn’t have to be good,
Just better than this.
But my mind just plays tricks
And it’s so good with its traps,
So I think of nothing,
But that’s something
I guess.

a.l.c

King and Queen in recluse

Again, I am left breathing stiff air…
Almost alone, warm sets on the horizon,
Another day turns dark from mourning.
How easily each day slips by me,
Falling away, betrayal at best.
I weep for light that has gone dim,
A star up in the night,
The last flicker before shut eye,
My heart beats with thunders roar…
I, the one thrown in the lions den,
Find a new strength with solace.
Both of us now majestic beasts,
Hermits cast out by feared notability.
I weave us two crowns.

a.l.c

Missed Chances

Honestly,
I’m so full of secrets,
but only the happy kind.
I’m just too scared to share them,
Even just in my own mind.

And so…
Because I can’t speak up
I keep almost missing out,
Between our silly silence
As my brain begins to shout.

And so…
Time keeps passing by,
Though I remain still.
How can I expect a change
If I cannot find the will?

a.l.c

One day

Another color, just another thought
Lost upon a blank sheet,
I paint without words,
Creating a lost masterpiece.
I dream of galleries
And my books in libraries
But…
I dream, only dreams
Behind shy realities.

a.l.c

Paralysis

Stretched long by thoughts
Unable to be controlled,
I recoil in days lights,
Only hoping to be comforted
by nights shining stars.
The dark watches me struggle,
Maybe just giving tough love.
But I cry out for a friendly face
Or the softness of kind shoulders…
A silent siren, a muted warning,
Just an unheard intention
Forgotten by fear.

a.l.c

Part of the collective

I am only another sad soul,
Left behind to whither.
Yes, I have bones that now are frail,
My courage weak
Or just average like middle.

I am only another girl
Or maybe just a woman
That has gone inside herself.
But my heart is big and warm and good,
Inside ribs that are have turned brittle.

I am only just another… soul,
Maybe just lost among the others.
Because I have thoughts
I think are small,
But for some reason still matter.

a.l.c

**I believe we exist both for ourselves and for others, by others I mean all living things including our earth. All life is connected and important. No one star lights up the night sky alone. It can be easy in a busy, crowded world to feel small or insignificant, but we don’t realize how important we actually are individually in the collective/universal mind.

Trust

A soft trail of sweet nothings,
Just things we barely said.
A flower bed of somethings,
Only things we sort of did.
Behind a lens blurred out
Like stars,
We kiss on foreheads,
Before showing our scars.

a.l.c

Self-serving

I call you out,
Another guilt filled line…
For us both.
Between clenched teeth
Lies surface upon chapped lips,
Still sealed with regret
Neither of us should have.

a.l.c

Man-made

A forest turned black
Beneath a blanket of ash
Evicts creatures from their homes.
While somewhere carelessly
Another human celebrates
Self-centeredness,
Lighting a fire of its own.

a.l.c

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Grayscale

Easy it is to write it in white,
Soothing to read,
A positive ray of light.
But you over look the truth,
When you refuse to accept
The dark and the shadows
And the black of the night.

Now here we sit,
Me and my blue,
Next to you and your yellow lies.
But it’s all laid out in front of us,
So clearly in black and white.

a.l.c

**There is always black and white, light and dark in everything. I believe it’s important to be able to see all sides in everything, without judgment. We search for light and happiness and we run away from things that make us feel any less because we have already decided feeling any other way is unacceptable and uncomfortable. For many, it’s easy to embrace the light and difficult to look in the shadows, often denying its existence for our own comfort. This makes us miss out on experiencing all the parts of our spiritual human experience. We miss out on connections with others because we are unable to truly understand them when we refuse to see through their eyes. Don’t be afraid to see all sides, don’t be afraid to feel.