Alysza Ripley Poems

Ancient ruins not so old
Murdered fires not yet cold
Batered memories newly old
Not to be forgotten
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Pretending to
Stand strong
As the moon eclipses
All in sight
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Tears fall from her eyes
As she stares at her betrayer
He walks away and doesn’t once
Turn to look back
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worthless


Black
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Who am I?
Who am I?
From walk to run to fly.
Progress in speech,
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Scribble and think and
Scribble some more.
Think and hope and
Scribble some more.
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I look beyond the future,
I look behind the past.
The bluebird sings;
The lion yawns.
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Upside down garbage cans
Litter the streets
Raccoons scavange the broken
City searching for
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Silver wings
Float down
As violin strings throb
With the sound of a
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