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For Nikola

Forget you How could i forget you? That would be like forgetting the sky above my head Radiating magnificent hues of pink purple and orange.

That would be like forgetting the smell of the ocean Salt fills my nostrils Filling my lungs with hope for the new day. How could I forget you my love? Your touch reminds me of feathers soft delicate and beautiful gently caressing my skin.

Your voice is carried to me like the whisper of leaves in the forest As the storm beckons me back home. There is no forgetting you. You’ve etched your name onto my heart sealing our fate with one another.

I love you and I will love you forever My hair might turn grey and my mind might fade But you will always be there with me dear Nikola.

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Sensibility

I laugh in the face of sensibility

As I stray from the delicate forest path covered in moss and soft soil

onto the cracked urban streets littered with glass and discarded dreams

where poems spring from the asphalt and your shadow lurks in every corner

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where do i live? Underneath the layers of my skin? Where pulsating blood rushes from my heart to each layer that lays within. Dendrites wrapped tight communicating the difference between a fight or flight response or maybe nonchalance when I realize that I am trapped in a body that is dying.

Should I be crying as i look around my room? I know the broom is perched between the fridge and the cabinet is doing it’s job collecting dust. and I must be honest about my mistrust of the hole in the ceiling leaking water in the bathroom. I presume my landlord was telling the truth when he said not to worry about it. I commit another year in this unfit building with a foundation thats about to split. I can’t afford much more.

And what about outside? I’m afraid to turn the corner see her perched up laughing at my horror because she knows that the second i see her its nothing but torture. And then shell call me a stalker. Humiliate me to the point where i feel smaller than her.

Where do i live? I don’t want to be here anymore. My skin itches, my room is held together by stitches and I’m surrounded by malicious bitches.

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I guess I got obsessed because you made me feel like the rest of the protesting mess inside my head was finally left behind but instead I profess that i regressed and refused to confess or even suggest changing my dishonest beating heart.

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“It’s not ‘natural’ to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say little–have few verbal means. Eloquence–thinking in words–is a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.” - Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh (via the-book-diaries)

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Beautiful girl

Beautiful girl, you're so into yourself Instead of looking out, it’s so pretty, you look in. Beautiful girl, So selfish and shallow you make art but it’s dry and wherein such a beautiful girl can make strides your pride collides inside and fire burns bright and despite that there’s no lights shining through for your reader and no delight or pride from your teacher a seeker so eager to to lead her towards  the simple equation for true inspiration Pervasion will soon follow naturally. And yet you continue so absently. It’s blasphemy. For such a beautiful girl.

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Jay Tripper On a field trip to another plane  You left us in a lot of pain A shame That the world is still gleaming  beaming in colours you’ll never get to paint. Rest in Peace my friend

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Seleena

You are the moon  Seleena In total eclipse with the sun our mother

I can’t see either of you anymore and all the plants have died.

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Impressions of Winter. Electroacoustic piece by Alexxa Aloisi (AIO) 2018.

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Hope emerge from giddy memories of a naive lover with a stubborn ache You walked into my dreams awake It’s fake but I guess I’m still breathing. My heart’s still beating. I’m always believing in transcendence or grieving my return to sobriety.

For I remember when

We touched in brackish water and the storm inside began to falter For you are the salt Unaltered and strong

and I remember when

You wrote me love letters onto the ocean floors Though they washed away so quickly. As swiftly as me realizing I’m guilty Of being a liar A slave to desire That I hate sobriety more than I love you.

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An oath to god that in your fields Family reunites you bring me warmth and so I don’t even mind the rain. Elyse.

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Asphodel

Ecstasy lingers in your cold embrace As I dangle in a delicate balance of lowly joys

Your heart and your tongue and the sweet smelling perfume of your sweat As we feast, rejoice but dread thereafter

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A Eulogy for the Weak

She spoke in poems, wooing me with every syllable as she taught me new words Ethereal and Ephemeral Contemplation and Colour She was the wet autumn leaves beneath my feet, reminding me of summer days as I hurry through the rain. But seasons change and I learn to say Goodbye So I write you this eulogy That I’ll read to myself on stormy days

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Oh! You are so bittersweet Your voice carried to me by the whisper of leaves before the storm beckons me back home

I am AIO, the trickster spirit and bringer of death I’m far from the desert where I was born Has anyone seen the rain singer?

By Alexxa Aloisi