alika-n

I am The sad eyes behind every cold smile All the wile dreaming of better days and better ways not to fade I am The voice shaken by piecing thunder rolling over skies That once held my dreams I am The footsteps you see in a drizzle that cloud my vision Unable to taste the bitter sweet symphony of a hand hard dealt I am The striking blow of a knockout Trying to knockout the pain Upper-cutting the demons of my past I am unapologetic I am unafraid I am a child or the night Not broken down by my stolen daylight I am

Together we are a blank score, yet we are complete, treble and bass clefs transposed on top of one another; the lines within which we make our harmonies are our scars, the lines of our laughter, the scratches of heartache and love.You read my body without eyes, writing the slow and gentle beginnings of the song our forms can compose – almost rhythm-less, and formless, because it flows as we do, as the fear that clothes us falls away, giving way to a swaying lilt.Your hips are our bass line, grinding, pulling, setting the pace and the way the rhythm falls, and my voice rises up to echo your breath. Soprano overtones mark each pounding beat ...

I am trapped in a web A web of despair and sadness I had hoped you would end all that But I was wrong...   Like a butterfly, I once flew free My heart was joyful Until that one fateful day When it was taken from me...   I cried out and you came to me I was entangled in your spider's web You promised me all good things in life But you merely trapped me...   You ripped off my wings I can no longer fly free I am stuck in this place That you call home...   I just wanted love I wanted happiness But that was all taken away from me in an instant And I fell into darkness...

I am the dust of forgotten stars and the emptiness in every atom. I am the flower that grows on the ruins. I am the cracked mirror that has yet to shatter and the distortion of the soul reflected. I am the murmured assent at the sound of uncaring voices, the uninterested gleam in the eyes you laugh with, and the smile that cracks a broken mind. I am the tears shed in the back of the classroom, so quickly wiped away at a teacher's glance. I am the momentary mistakes in a replayed masterpiece beneath the hands of a piano prodigy. I am the reflection of the setting sun, and the brief shadow before the dawn's light. I am the atheist in the chu...