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.

Voiceless

I worry these words will fail me,
As feeling mute becomes familiar.
I bite my tongue more than not,
Only to hold on to every thought.
How vaguely, dense words become
When left to sit turning stale,
Thought to fade out
The way night dims from day.
Stories in my throat
Speak up into my brain,
Where I shove all my secrets
And stupid shit I never say.

a.l.c

Labyrinth

Come with me
And you will see
A place called amie’s brain.
You’ll fall inside,
Then run and hide,
No shelter from the rain.

But come with me,
I promise you’ll see
A place that looks insane.
You’ll fall inside
Where you can’t hide,
Just to know my name.

-a.l.c

Luna

Stuck between fear and hope,
I look through shades too closed.
The sun does light up the sky,
But it will not light up your life
Unless you let it.

I hold my head up to the moon,
Eerie, but always silver tongued.
The one who said, “man in the moon,”
Must not have spent that much time
Just sitting, being, looking at you.
The comfort of human emotions,
The moon never discredits you.
In the dark of the night
She holds you with the stars…
She will still kiss your lips,
Even after seeing your scars.

a.l.c

Haunted house 🏚

A pin drops in an empty room,
Spiders scatter like demons.

Another home painted bare,
Another black ghosts
Lonely, vacant stare.
A house that echoes,
But never talks…
Still, around every corner
Silent, secrets knock.
A mad house, some called it,
So it was condemned
too soon.

I had so much hope
That got lost
In that one safe room.

a.l.c

Repression

Alone again, I find myself
With thoughts I’m shy to say.
I am weakened by fantasies of us
And my body whines and begs.
Why am I embarrassed,
Cursed with woman shame??
I’m the only one that knows
When my mind plays this game.
Still I turn red to think the words
My lips burn hot to say,
So I am wounded by unmet needs,
Bruised, heavy with body’s heartbreak.

a.l.c

***All creatures are born as sexual beings, it is only societal shame that makes us think it is not normal, not acceptable. This is especially true for women as most have been taught/told from a young age even how to sit “appropriately”, while boys get to sit however. (Though there is sexual shame surrounding men/masculinity as well.) From a young age we watch our own mothers, grandmothers, aunts, teachers go about their lives worrying how their actions and behaviors might “tease” men or be judged as “wrong” by other women. If we want to be seen/treated as equal, it needs to be in all areas… including ones that are difficult, embarrassing, or considered taboo to talk about. Desire and sexuality are only human, in men and women.

Eve

I will hold space for you,
In my heart,
In my womb.
Another petal bruised
Affects my garden too.
So many colors,
So many shapes,
The masterpiece of woman.
Who would hurt something
So delicate, so welcoming,
So…soft with the need to love,
Heavy with desire to be loved?

I will hold space for you,
We can stand tall together.
Welcome the wind now,
I will catch you if you fall.

a.l.c

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Dipsomaniac

It turns into addiction
When you start to hurt yourself,
When one leads to another
And another leads to more.
I stand by and I watch you,
Your sadness brings out my pity,
But still I want to hold you,
I know this world is scary.
I also know that it’s a lie
When you say that you’re done,
Because when I turn my head away
I hear you pour another one.

a.l.c

Open ears (tanka)

A sliver in time
Shows remorse for souls left lost,
Suns rays dimming now.

Silence shows us blues in truth,
A reminder to listen.

-a.l.c

Only lonely

Maybe I am only lonely
When lost in thoughts
That try and own me.

Maybe lonely only stole me
Just wanting to be close,
Only trying to know me.

Maybe this is the only
Silence, this empty space
I keep hearing scream,
Calling out to me,
Saying, “Listen closely.”

a.l.c

Reticent

You speak lies
Behind what you call
Honesty.

I tell the truth,
Hoping
You’ll know.

But so few words
May as well go
Unheard.

A voice muffled
by fear,
Is only words
Unspoken.

-a.l.c

Question everything

Desperately I cling to anything
These child sized hands can grasp.
The rain has poured in now and
Tries to drown us in our own tears,
Our faces sore from light, soft cloth
That has turned rough and heavy.
Behind duct taped mouths
We burn skin trying to speak.
I try to remind myself
Eyes can still smile, but do they
If mouths aren’t seen?
Only more to wonder,
But less to be seen.
The thinkers are the curious,
The truth seekers,
What could it all mean?

-a.l.c

Survival instinct

I feel the weight but it’s still not enough
To keep me down, I keep getting up.
Maybe these stones are only heavy
On the chest, yet meant to break bones,
But the heart is strong and hopeful,
So it keeps pumping blood…
It just wants to live,
But we call this love.

a.l.c

(Unconditional love is often misunderstood and overpowered by our subconscious survival instincts and our needs and fears.)

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Dynamic Orange

You’ve got red shoes
Only to dance on life’s fire,
A practiced choreography
Or just your quickstep.

I wear a yellow jacket,
Long with swallowtail,
A shield of protection
Or just my birthright.

-a.l.c

Senescent silence

A mute not a mime,
Another moment
Lost in time.

A wilted flower withers,
But can bloom again
If it’s a sinner.

A timepiece running out,
Stuck in a standstill
Unable to shout.

a.l.c

Does it hurt yet?

Is it hurting you
That your neighbor is gay?
That your brother kneels
Before a different god to pray?

Is it hurting you
That his voice is different?
Or that her skin
Is a different pigment?

Is it hurting you
The way you think?
The way you never hesitate?
The way you never blink?

So quick to judge everyone
but you,
But your mirrors they laugh
When they look at you.

Is it hurting you
To be so assuming?
To pick at things,
Naming wrongdoings?

Is it hurting you yet
To hold this grudge?
To be so angry?
To only judge?

Is it hurting you now
That people are dying?
That some won’t stop lying?
While others keep trying…

Is it hurting you?
To look down on people’s choices?
To cover your ears
And smother the voices?

Is it hurting you?
To think that you’re better??
To be so alone???
Instead of together????

a.l.c

On hold

Music plays in the background,
I wait for the sound of voices
As if time does not exist.

-a.l.c

Life in fear

We are scared of what we don’t understand,
So we cover our faces
And we stop touching hands.
Tell me please, how this makes sense,
When immunity goes does down
And our trust becomes less.
People look away now,
Too scared to offer help,
Because “what about me?”
Its just fear and insecurities.
Who told you to feel the way that you feel?
Who told you what is right and what is wrong?
We listen to “leaders”, internet, and tv,
When we forget to hear ourselves,
We forget humanity.
These “Authorities” they give advice,
Like urgent demanding orders…
Think about it for a minute,
Or maybe even twice.
You only have one life to live,
Look inside yourself
You should be the leader of it.

-a.l.c

Who told you to feel the way that you feel?? Who told you what is right and what is wrong??

Slice of life

A shattered mirror falls silently,
As dreams bleed deaths
Between fresh cut glass.

I carve new hopes
Into raw skin.

a.l.c