The Best Way to Honor the Dead Is to Live. {poetry}
Darling, live well
If we should die tonight, let the world know our voices rang out
To sing all the words to all the songs that left their marks in our hearts
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Alise Versella
Listen to the Lyrics.
Despite my loneliness, I’ve found camaraderie in characters of books, catharsis in the lyrics of all the sad songs, comfort in brushstrokes -- the brilliant way chiaroscuro makes the light in an oil painting come to life.
Create Love, Not War. {poetry}
If I were to pray
My prayers would be for you
You are loved so much
I Am Not Going To Cry Over Turning 25.
I still feel 17, so who is this adult you speak of, this adult you expect me to be? I don't remember signing up for this. I have no idea who I am or what I think anymore, and I'm tired of being weighed down by thoughts that aren't my own. They are the thoughts society has berated us with all ...
For Cecil {poetry}
A roar bellowed, hollow, like the ghostly wail of spirit passing out of body through the tunnels of vocal chords. Lungs let out their last exhale, like hot air balloons losing steam as they billow back towards the ground. And those massive paws pounded the ground, once with unadulterated ...
Light Up Your Grieving Heart.
We are walking hand in hand, my little legs pumping to keep up with his. “How fast can you go? Show me how fast we can go.” He liked to walk fast; New Yorkers walk fast, they just do. I am counting cracks in the sidewalk and hopping over them just like the rhyme says to do. We make a right, and ...
Why Did You Stop Believing In Her Magic?
I still believe in magic. I still believe that I live in a magical place, despite its blood-tinged wars and dark shadowed schemes. A world created from the pitch. Because we are made of magic and we are the starlight shooting forth from that dark. I still pray to goddesses, I read tarot cards, ...
The Messenger Pigeons For Mighty Hearts.
By Alise Versella “I don’t know what I think until I write it down.” ~ Joan Didion Oh Joan, how is it that you know me so well with one simple line? I too don’t know what I think until I write it down. I cannot project the clever words of my true feelings with this quiet voice alone. It will ...