Exhausted by repetition.
Voices echo off walls.
No one listens.
Once walls are built it takes an army to break them.
Faceless
This enemy has no face
but it wears a mask.
Truth cannot be filtered.
What was green is now yellow.
We’re waiting for it to burn red.
Panic ensues from the unknown.
We need something tangible.
Six feet apart and we’re choking on air.
Erased
Suddenly, I can’t write,
I can’t speak,
I can’t do anything “right.”
It is not an insult to me
but those are my words erased from the page.
Still you tell me what to feel.
How to act.
How to give in.
To be part of you
is to feel utterly alone.
I just wonder
where I went.
A so Called Fix
I wish I had better words to use
or that I was the muse.
You gave me a book,
but now I’m falling.
There was no warning.
Everything they told me was a lie.
If this book was to fix me,
why do I feel more broken?
To Find and Lead
To Find and Lead
Find love in empty spaces.
Lead broken hearts back home.
And when the wind starts howling,
bring me back to your door.
We know we’re imperfect,
but together we are more.
Losing Friends
Tell me a story-
one that doesn’t
start with “I”.
How sad is it
that the request
renders itself impossible?
Repeat yourself,
but unwarranted advice
losses friends.
Lonely teases lonely
and laces fibs
to tell a story.
Till suddenly,
a threat breaks.
And you forget who hurts.
A Twist of Fate
A Twist of Fate
At last,
a twist of fate.
For all the years the work
felt like a weight,
I want to dance.
Maybe this year will be my chance.
My battle scars
are the lines on my hands.
Lord, I’ve realized
I don’t know what you have planned.
Backwards Words
Backwards Words
By Alli Marie
Every word
turned backwards.
You said,
“This is yours.”
You broke
assumptions.
You broke
my knowledge.
I drew outlines
to watch them burn.
Quietly useless.
Loudly distractive.
Every word
turned backwards.
Artificial Light
Artificial Light
By Allie Marie
It is easy to be unkind
in artificial light.
The glare makes us weak.
Our faults feed on others.
There’s no consequence –
at least not one with a name.
But, your faults will hatch
more sinister ones.
This artificial light
you’ll start to see as the sun.
The Chase
The Chase
By Allie Marie
Chant those words again.
I’ll chase them.
Eventually your throat will dry
and I’ll collapse.
Same old. Same old.
Another day. Another dollar.
We want to be extraordinary,
but we’re just ordinary –
a golden awarded sticker
can be taken as fast as it is given.
I want you to give it to me anyway.
I’ll chase you.
The Writings of Allie Marie 