Alysha

I once lived in Philly,
Four generations of Fountains

I have stories of what was,
Of the time we played hide and seek
Of the time we swam together
Of the time we sang as loud as we could
I have stories of what was.
Of the time they never looked for me
Of the time I almost drowned
Of the time I was told to shut up and be quiet

I have cried

Over a love that's no longer

Over friends who have left

Over family that has died

Over being left alone

I love rain
That falls hard and painfully

A symphony of thunder

A calming lullaby

I love music
Catchy beats

That rush through veins

Hijacking the heart

Overpowering the emotions

Sadness, Anger, Love, and happiness

I've seen candles burn
Uncontrolled flames

Undulating the surroundings

Pina Colada

Takes the senses captive

Pleasurable and uplifting

I remember the teasing
Not brown enough to be black

My hairs too curly to be white

She’s pretty but have you seen her body?

I remember sitting alone

In a crowded room

On the swings

In my room

I remember laughing
Slapping a beat on my knee
Corny jokes and silly faces
Laughing so hard I almost peed myself
My voice no longer being monotone
But high and some what raspy

I remember crying

Red eyes

Tired eyes

I've had some friends
I've lost some also
Yet you feel lonely
Too busy
Too tired
But I understand