Category: Poetry
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Tickled
12/19/2009 Tickled, pickled, tired yet wired I want, I need, oh how I desire Your face in my hand Our fingers entwined The lay of the land Cannot break these binds I close my eyes And image you’re close In just a little time I’ve administered the dose The drug The high That makes me…
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Poem 11-12-2009
I have sat by the roadside And watched the drivers pass by I have wondered where their ride was taking them. And how the world was embracing them I’ve sat and I’ve thought in terms of “poor me” In terms of the victim, of the blind, of the unfree And I looked at the chains…
Alyse Writes for Her Life 