You

 

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If only I could photograph how beautifully you reflect in space

Capture your magnificence and place it in your hands to hold

If your eyes could see what I do

If you could feel my hearts flow

If I could just spoon to you the nectar of your spirit and the sweet taste of your soul

I quietly watch with gratitude and curious wonder crosses my mind

If only I could express to you

If only you truly knew

The incredible gift you are

Simply by being you

~Alisa Hutton

Purely Showing

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There is no mistaking her

She stands poised in a room

Not a plot of land she is interested in buying but could easily own

Taught well, bred better, manicured in good form

Step out of your manners and try to interrupt her wake

You will not be graced with rippling her deep waters

More likely left with a placid polite smile

Two dances she knows well, that of the ignorant and equally, those who are socially formed

She is not the shoes she was told to wear or a princess that lost her glass slipper rushing to get home

Long ago before they told her who she was, she felt she was something more

Her curious warm smile

Seemingly allows space and time to float on its own

A beautiful opening, an almost suspension of the surround

A drag in your consciousness reminding you of home

Gracing herself social pause from all she wished she didn’t know

Her eyes drift quietly in a room full of laughter and roar

Pay attention, for it is during this time

Who she is will be felt deeply in your soul

If you watch with tender sight and gentle ease

Her eyes will speak, no words will be needed

Only a comfortable knowing

In just a glance, a passing moment

Her heart

Purely showing

~Alisa Hutton

Misery

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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