lovely lady alice

Toil and trouble,
boil and bubble,
stirring the cauldron again.

Until it heats up,
bubbles over enough,
till I cant take any movin.

Once more around,
till I am bound<
to sleep because I’ve given up.

Its hot and its dirty,
I’m not even thirty,
why am I even writing this shmuck.

By Alice.

The fabric soft.
The silence broken.
The air unstill.
The night unwritten.

By the dreams.
I knew were false.
but I held them close.
by and by
like unwound clocks.

His name was unremembered.
but his eyes I knew to be softly closed.
The hands of darkness
nightmares exposed.

I twisted through the water shadows.
gasping for my air.
but when my hand tried to find him.
He was never there.

The pieces in place.
The dagger in hand.
The look on his face.
I made him understand.

The blood pooled slowly in the back of my thoughts.
Not nearly so murderous as the mood that was wrought.
I would never slacken the words in my throut.
After he broke me with the words that he wrote.

He told everyone the stupidist lies.
Even though I wished him the best of lives.
How could someone I once loved be so cruel.
I guess I’ve learned that lost love has no rules.

I wore the cloth against my eyes to shield myself from the world outside.
People think of Medusa, with her snake hair and her stone turning stare,
but that is much to literal for me. Perhaps her hair refers to her unmanagable mane.
Her stare because of being rejected by society or lovers spite. WHy is she some
kind of monster. I’m not sure.
ONe thing I know is that I will only allow certain people to see my true eyes.
People can call it a gimick. They can say it’s a cheap way to get attention.
I, however think its perfect for me because I understand the reasons behind my hiding.
It will be a privalge then. I can choose those to trust.  I will become strong but coy.
Coy enough to tease the boys but enough to show them the water filled orbs I have.

But he asked me. He wanted to know the color.
I knew it wasn’t meant to be…and yet I wanted t reveal, even for a moment.
I wanted to see the expression.

What is love?

To live, to die.

To weep, to cry.

What am I to you?

What am I to do?

I am yours.

Forevermore, I will adore.

Love is always there.

Take it if you dare.

I am here. You are there.

What more shall I bear?

For you it will be all.

I will still dream even when my eyes are open.

Keep me safe. I’m afraid.

…

But I will be strong.

It is all I can do. For now.

I love you.