alisha gonzales

Rookie (02 02 1990-8/22/06 / tallahassee)

alisha gonzales Poems

1. You Will Bleed 7/21/2006
2. The Guinea Pig 7/21/2006
3. Trees And Dirt 7/21/2006
4. Handprints 7/25/2006
5. Sedated Dreams 7/27/2006
6. Psychologists From Hell 7/27/2006
7. My Dear Miscarriage 7/27/2006
8. Dark Light 7/27/2006
9. Any Other Day 7/27/2006
10. A Letter From Sorrow 7/27/2006
11. Restrained Ignorance 7/27/2006
12. The Five Expressions 7/27/2006
13. My First Bubble Bath 7/27/2006
14. Dopamine 7/31/2006
15. Tell Me Your Secrets 8/1/2006
16. Poetry 8/2/2006
17. Man Made Delusions 8/2/2006
18. My Privacy 8/2/2006
19. Grrrrrrrrrrrr 8/3/2006
20. Wake Up 8/3/2006
21. The Tree Of Death 8/4/2006
22. Sub Rosa 8/14/2006
23. We Bleed For Love 8/16/2006
24. Is This Make Believe 8/16/2006
25. Last Thought 8/22/2006
26. Evil Is Sadie 8/23/2006
27. Ill Be O.K 8/24/2006
28. A Beautiful Soul 10/7/2006
29. Love 10/23/2006
30. Fear 4/14/2007
31. I Cant Name It 9/15/2007
32. The Window 7/31/2006
33. Memories 8/1/2006
34. Mascara 9/6/2006
35. Shadow Of Death 9/8/2006
36. Didnt I Promise? 8/22/2006
37. The Human Stain 8/4/2006
38. Dreams Take Form 8/2/2006
39. Love And A Razorblade 9/11/2006
40. I Remember 8/2/2006
Best Poem of alisha gonzales

(god) Part 3 A Beautiful Awakening

i woke up
my body was cold
i climbed off the bed
i tried not to fall
i couldnt see
everything was a blur
i remember being beat
before i reached unconciesness
i heard them speak
they talked of blood
and the next chapter to
the book of shadows
i felt the blade
but it didnt hurt
i couldnt speak
maybe i couldnt even breathe
all i know is right now im in the hospital
laying in the bed
i hear the breathing machine behind me buzz inside my head
who makes the decision?

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Sedated Dreams

if you can catch bubbles on your tongue,
can you also breathe pure air into your lungs?
do you believe in fairy tales?
do you believe that love prevails?
can bubbles contain wishes to be granted,
in a world where bubbles are everywhere?
they grow on trees.
they give us air,
bubbles containing hopes and dreams,

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