Alison Rosalie

Rookie (March 12,1991 / Regina, SK)

Alison Rosalie Poems

1. Memento Mori, Corneille. (La Rêve) 5/28/2006
2. Torch Bearers (Extremely Old) . 6/5/2006
3. Ma Fille, Tu N'Es Pas Le Centre De L'Univers. 6/17/2006
4. One Tiny Purple Flower 7/29/2007
5. Slips. 7/29/2007
6. Planet On Poppies. 7/29/2007
7. A Thought. 7/29/2007
8. I. 7/29/2007
9. All I Can Do To Wait. 7/29/2007
10. There Is A Light. 7/29/2007
11. Even Apocalypse Is Fleeting. 7/29/2007
12. For The Birds (New) 1/24/2010
13. Little Spirits (New) 1/24/2010
14. While You Sleep (New) 1/24/2010
15. I Know. (New) 1/24/2010
16. On Jealousy. 1/25/2010
17. Destinations. (New) 1/25/2010
18. Old Feelings. 1/25/2010
19. I Wonder 1/25/2010
20. What Else Is There 1/25/2010
21. The Second Option 1/25/2010
22. Prologue To Spring. 1/25/2010
23. Eternal. 1/25/2010
24. Mindfog 1/25/2010
25. An Examination Of The Psychology Of My Unconsciousness 1/25/2010
26. Women - Another Waterlove Song 1/25/2010
27. Our Elements, 1/25/2010
28. You Won'T Believe Me. 1/25/2010
29. Dumb Love 1/25/2010
30. A Way To Say It. 1/25/2010
31. Newspaper 1/25/2010
32. Giving Heed To A Season (Fleeting) 1/25/2010
33. Some Stuff About Love. 1/25/2010
34. He Who Mutters, 1/25/2010
35. Wintertwigs 1/25/2010
36. My Lone Sage 1/25/2010
37. Letting Life Live You 1/25/2010
38. A Way Out. 1/25/2010
39. I'Ll Tell You Later... 1/25/2010
40. Yeesh 1/25/2010
Best Poem of Alison Rosalie

Gun-In-Hand

Undefined eyes of some mirthless blue;
Intentions unknown and Summerless pursuit:
Imagined only through a curtain's gape,
Past city limits iced with dope and rape.
It's gun-in-hand or limerence-in-heart.
This or that, hit of smack, blood forms of art.
A direct give-away, glazing the wall -
Stumbling to sleep at the height of it all.
Dipping in darkness in time to realize:
It's you who stalks love with too many eyes.
He who tugs at blinds in solemn repair
And prays about love that should run to you.
By, through a crack, gleaming angel ...

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Planet On Poppies.

You could tell me you could name it
The earth’s on a rampage
And there ain’t no way we could tame it,
Well you wouldn’t needn’t shouldn’t have to advise me
Of clouds or seas to pass, but I’ll strangle the argument
and try not to look so desperate to agree.
Shake my head like desperate death,
desperate meth,
desperate death desperate death,

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