Care

Care for something, for someone. It means you have hope.What happens to the plant left uncared for? The child? The relationship? They die. Care for something. Care for someone. It means you have hope.

The girl who wanders alone without a soul uterring the words I care, will slowly die. The sweet spring flowers being scorched by the sun without a drop of care, will die. The relationship laying loveless in bed without care, will die. Care for something. Care for someone. It means they have hope.

Do something. Say something. Be something. If you do and if I do. If we care just even the two of us. It means we all have hope.

~Alisa Hutton

Drifting

 

 

forest

Her shell weighted and dry, mite like irritation upon touch

Wearing her ethusiasm like stained, tattered lace

Squinted sofistication beneath an inferior history

Grotesquely adorned with rusted shackles that hold no key

Eyes drawn with the burden of memory

Flickering affect

 

A gentle hand passing words, supposition of light

Reminded of painted memories of when she once closed her eyes

For a moment her onerous cloak of thoughts drift

A lightness of breath

In the distance she sees it

Happiness

~Alisa Hutton

Duality

duality

Duality

She will pull you effortlessly across a room with her quiet glance

Gently dropping you with her soft spoken verse

Delicate fingers map your edges, craving anticipation

The sacred feminine

Wet dexterous intellect

Seductively snapping the bones of egotistical ill spirit

Unmistakable audacious darkness

Keeping those faint of substance at arm’s length

Free of contamination, writhe with experience

Dancing through her night whilst dreaming her prose

Stretched out like a lioness during her wake

The sacred feminine

Breathless

Duality

~ Alisa Hutton

 

 

One Last Time

one last time

One last time

The light of the candles flickering across your face in the dark

My vision trying to capture perfect little glimpses of your eyes

Life seemingly paused for our accidental euphoric tangle

No words, only our breathe clocking rhythm and time

The silence in the sound breeding a paced breathlessness

Tantalizingly poured over my lobe as your soft lips touch whispering elation

Wrapping ourselves in to one another with smooth passionate flow

Our merging skin mapping desire and ferocity

An overwhelming dance that screams to entwine our tentacles

Sweat dripping off of our bodies absorbed in to the tossed white cotton nest

Hearts pounding, pressing flesh, droplets of intensity

One last time

~Alisa Hutton

Misery

misery

Misery

Her face, grotesque melting wax in the sun, lifeless

Murdering kindness between her hollow bones until it drips darkness, lifeless

Eye sockets stuffed with dull pieces of coal, lifeless

Fateful inky coarse hair frames her scowl unto all thing beautiful, lifeless

Spitting out words of abuse like splintered rotten teeth, lifeless

A sticky noxious black tar oozes from her soul poisoning waters of purity, lifeless

Walking her malignant path of faultless disease, lifeless

Ask her why

She will look at you with dead eyes and in her silence show you

She is lifeless

Misery

~Alisa Hutton

When She Goes Silent

When she goes silent

When she goes silent, you need to listen

Find her in the dusted corner

Blinds drawn

A room for one

Black and white with broken wings

Her words her mind, unspoken her heart

Darkness, struggle and ferocity will shake you in prose

Inner depths echo only in her eyes

Silent

She screams to be heard, never held

Find her heart and warm it carefully

When she goes silent, you need to listen

~Alisa Hutton

The Rabbit Hole

Rabbit hole

Come join me won’t you, she said whilst peering out from the rabbit hole

Pay no mind to the ornery fox, she will be leaving soon

Please do have some of my fine wine for your pleasure while you wait

It is the spirit of indecision and tossed values

Words alone you should never trust, the drink I surmise will put you at ease

Intoxicated and blurry

She spiraled down the rabbit hole

~ Alisa Hutton

 

 

Poetry Undressed

Undressed

Poetry

Story undressed

Naked and vulnerable

Liquor without mix

Can you feel the burn?

Fear biting your heels

Run fast in to the darkness

You won’t get out

Love

Blindly swirling in to

Heartache

Pouring pain

Rape Race Sexuality Religion

Grotesque Dark Sweaty Promise

Power Pride Commitment Hope

Uncomfortable

No clothing to hide behind

Poetry undressed

~Alisa Hutton