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Literature
The Watchers.
06162021 "Solitary confinement... Put them all on consignment, A private sale before a private stage, While they stare at us run through this rat race... We see eyes in the skies, But we are unaware they are there... But they see every move, there is no hiding, They see your emotions, your laughing, your crying.. In fact, they place wagers on who will do what, But don't bet on me-- I've run out of luck... My life is a mockery, all on display.. To someone I may never meet, though they're there always, And I don't know how, and I know know why, But I do, I do see the eyes in the sky... I feel them watching, judging so harshly... But is this feeling real? -- or could I be partially... Lost in the deep subconscious of my psyche.. Maybe it's ME that's watching, more than likely.. The observer that is my soul... The feeling that keeps me alive, and makes me feel whole... A necessary evil, this dodgy feeling... I guess I must wait patiently for more healing..." --Alisa Danielle
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Literature
The Watchers.
06162021 "Solitary confinement... Put them all on consignment, A private sale before a private stage, While they stare at us run through this rat race... We see eyes in the skies, But we are unaware they are there... But they see every move, there is no hiding, They see your emotions, your laughing, your crying.. In fact, they place wagers on who will do what, But don't bet on me-- I've run out of luck... My life is a mockery, all on display.. To someone I may never meet, though they're there always, And I don't know how, and I know know why, But I do, I do see the eyes in the sky... I feel them watching, judging so harshly... But is this feeling real? -- or could I be partially... Lost in the deep subconscious of my psyche.. Maybe it's ME that's watching, more than likely.. The observer that is my soul... The feeling that keeps me alive, and makes me feel whole... A necessary evil, this dodgy feeling... I guess I must wait patiently for more healing..." --Alisa Danielle
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Literature
The Watchers.
06162021 "Solitary confinement... Put them all on consignment, A private sale before a private stage, While they stare at us run through this rat race... We see eyes in the skies, But we are unaware they are there... But they see every move, there is no hiding, They see your emotions, your laughing, your crying.. In fact, they place wagers on who will do what, But don't bet on me-- I've run out of luck... My life is a mockery, all on display.. To someone I may never meet, though they're there always, And I don't know how, and I know know why, But I do, I do see the eyes in the sky... I feel them watching, judging so harshly... But is this feeling real? -- or could I be partially... Lost in the deep subconscious of my psyche.. Maybe it's ME that's watching, more than likely.. The observer that is my soul... The feeling that keeps me alive, and makes me feel whole... A necessary evil, this dodgy feeling... I guess I must wait patiently for more healing..." --Alisa Danielle
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Many of these can also be found in my journals, however with so many journal entries and other things mixed into the journals, I didn't want the poetry to be lost and forgotten! So I am trying to get it all in here for you guys, so it's easier to navigate! :)
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How Could This Possibly Be Your Fate?
05122020 Letters to Benjamin: Series #38.. "Dear Ben, it's seven a.m., And I find myself writing to you again, It's been a while, I'm sorry, I know.. But I talk to you literally wherever I go. I beg your advice, and listen intently, I hear, from the heavens, a whisper gently, You tell me not to worry, you tell me not to fret, You warn me against doing things that I might regret.. You always had a way of reaching me, You always truly understood a little differently, I didn't know how strongly you could relate, How could this possibly be your fate? I miss you more than anything, ever, A bond between brother & sister will never sever. For not even death can keep us apart, You are in my memories, thoughts, and heart. But it's sad, heart-breaking, I'll sing the most tragic song, I can't help but to feel that this is where you belong, But I've searched every crowd, every face, high & low, Shouted from the mountaintops, 'Where did you go??' I can hear your laugh, see you gesture, see your
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