Alyssa Long Poems

Behind the clouded streams
Of mascara and distancing dreams,
She barricades her soul,
And slips like static into the whole.
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His favorite color, blue
Stains my irises.
It casts itself
Unto my once white tunic
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I sit pensively
Alone on the futon,
Waiting to take him home,
But she already has.
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Like a fish on hook
She reels me in
I fight for my freedom,
But the line gets tighter,
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Hearts and heads
Like parachutes
Work best when inflated,
Open to break the fall.
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Stop striving
For equality.

Learn to love
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Your current is
Too strong to resist.

Your tide keeps
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Mountains
Should stay constant.

Minds
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The freedom of spirit
Will never be contained,

But the freedom of heart
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Like meth
Is an overbearing,
Captivating drug,
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