some of my new art and photography
If I Last
I’m waking in dark
to nothing but air
Fighting to see
where light is so spare
The bones in my body
need rest from this wind
my reasons are nothing
that I can defend
Yet guilt is ahold of me
trailing my mind
ringing in eardrums
spinning in wine
For ocean is turning
a little too fast
still I’m going out
to see if I’ll last
A bottle of Foreign
A wait for the clock
to finally grant time
from lines drawn in black
to colorful rhymes
like waves in the sea
or wind on the hills
a beautiful thought
drawn to a chill
a tempting blue night
thought to conceal
a bottle of foreign
taking the wheel
- Alyssa Rolen
Cling
A a quickly heightening calm
covers all the sin
A lightly falling rain
slowly comes within
and all that loosely clings
to whats inside of me
All that rips the torn
and all that comes to be
soon ties off the loose
soon it frees the weak
ties me to the ground
chains me to the deep
-Alyssa Rolen
“Art is a shadow of Divine perfection”
— William Shakespeare