Biography of alysha renee'
hi my name's alysha renee',
i like to draw, sing and currently i'm interested in poetry, though i've been writing for as long as i remember. i'm young but have an old soul...and many of the things i've witnessed may not be seen as fit for someone of my age. writing is my way of getting out the way i feel. one day the world will know me. all my poems are mostly about me or people close to me in my life. i enjoy writing because its the one time you can tuly make things go your way. its the only way you can go back and reverse things...make harsh words unspoken. writing give me a chance to stop and look at the bigger picture. sometimes i wish i could live in books because whenever things get hard you can always pause...and look at the situation in a different angle....which most of the time now days you cant. everything is rushed. as you read my poems i want you to know that by the time you finish you'll be closer to me than anyone i know..even family. when i write my poetry i speak the the words that were unspoken, i right wrongs.i try, try to make things go right but i'm realizing now that with life, sometimes you just have to roll with the punches. this is my story.
alysha renee' Poems
i am a bull's rage hazy and red an angel's tear, left on a death bed
Who Would Want Us?
in times, where our country had been raped, beat, exploited and then left to fend for ourselves by such a man, who would want us? snared and disrupted with violence by our economic status ignorance pollutes our waters and streams, poisoning our people in times of desperation and darkness; with crimes our daily justice, who would want us?
hot tears spill down the young girl's cheek never has she felt so much pain so she cries; though she knows the wasted energy is in vain her salty tears cleanse her recent cuts,
i am odysseus, in a foriegn land i had to pack up my things, never to see my friends again? on a ship that set sail; raging the waters and storms, it seems as if my heart is anything but whole
wrapped in muscle-bound arms; i felt the world could do me no harm our bodies entwined as one, our sinful deed has been done true love resounding around us, as if it was originated by us... looking at you know, i gaze upon your body, open and exposed
yesterday was the day i sinned. yes, i had sinned before but yesterday was the worst see i thought that i could make the blind man see thought i could erase his ignorance, just by saying a couple things
life is... devotion pain peace
sittin, like the caged bird. awaiting for you to release me from my walless prison the prison of my body...endangered by my own mind. hanging, no clinging to the one starnd,
i want to be loved; with a love that is calming a love so soothing it can stop the churning in my soul so take my hand, to take away all the pain.
The Insanity Begins
behind this face, and all these smiles....i'm breaking down inside tears flow, and it seems like i'm dying this heart-wrenching pain seems cold and cruel...who could be so evil? i put on a front, to avoid the questioning looks...
Got the whole world in front of me, and still I keep looking back Don’t know why when it’s too late, too late to backtrack You were my first, the one I thought to be my last I gave you my heart and then you broke it in half
Help me, please help me Help me get out I'm stuck in these four walls, of a prison, no doubt I've cried and cried
I Feel Like Im High
i feel like im high, like ive overdosed on ecstasy..maybe
but i realize im getting high off your high, my high, our high
our high of riding this emotional rollercoaster called life...or are we really just riding death? ...no matter
why is it that everyone says we should be thankful to HIM for waking us up and living another day, when its really just a death sentece prolonged?
why, why is it that the only way we can really live is by almost dying? ? ?
poppin pills, sufficating, sliting wri