by Alisa Js

every time I turn my heart
hoping and craving like a lovesick fool
savoring every nostalgic tribute of some bygone era
tracing a memory or preposterous dream,
what I really need to do is
wake up,
stand straight
push back the clouds of deception
pull on these cords of redemption
and breathe,
won’t you
with me …


Posted on 09/06/2008
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/06/08 at 09:27 PM

...alisaJs, deeper than deep...the whole pome is an explication of what you[we]everybody is GONNA DO ONE OF THESE DAYS IF YOU DON'T STOP YOUR YADA YADA, sorta screaming our way through relationships of love?...and then we NEED someone to make IT real...and the small last two lines are a monument to our search for anima, the part of each of us that is missing and with lil' coup de maitre at the end i just sat before i wrote anything.

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