Passages

your car still holds the scent of

memories spared

quiet nights, marina side

and for a brief moment, I was there

in the same universe

where best friends never die

I found myself completely mesmerized

tongue tied, my home in the sky

seventh floor rooftop

five thousand square feet and me

total bliss.

not meant to be

in a blink, it was gone

turn the page, stop this rage

I might as well confess

I have no use for loneliness

truth that,

too much talk

makes me leave

in the back of these thoughts

before there was you

there was me,

so long ago I'd almost forgotten

such peace and utter tranquility

double down

hold them and weep,

big girls weren't meant for thoughts that tease

big boys know better

though some boys don't dare,

run back to mommie

if you think the answer's still there...

Author's Note

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Reviews

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~~ hello, alisa... ~~ for me, this piece is a bit of a maze... ~~ but then maybe it's meant to be one... because it's about life... and sometimes... the different phases in life can be puzzling and perplexing... ~~ i am reminded of my own journey... ~~ i like the penultimate stanza a lot... ~~ the problems that came my way in the last few years (especially) nearly made me forget who i was... and i did lose my peace... until i found it... by digging into my subconscious mind... and writing about how i wanted things to be... and so i think that writing this piece must have been an insightful experience for you... ~~ reading it was definitely an insightful experience for me...

[Alisa Js]

Hello serah,

Thank you for your comments. This one is personal and touches on certain pages in my life...along this journey we call life.

Thank you for your comments.

Alisa💫

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~~ my privilege...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some people are so afraid to be happy----to reach for another---they go back to what they knew before...safer that way...

i like the seventh floor rooftop.

[Alisa Js]

Hello Jacob,

Could it be that they are really afraid, or rather could it be memories that many seem to hold onto, in lieu of taking a chance with another?

I wonder.

My Penthouse was gorgeous... great memories, tragic ending, though...

Another story for another time.

Wishing you well.

Alisa ;-)

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

I enjoyed reading this a lot. I really liked the mixed but yet catchy rhyming scheme. I also admired the realness and straightforwardness of your words. This piece also had great comparisons and a beautiful lingo. Keep up the good work. Stay inspired

[Alisa Js]

thank you for your comments