So all the world’s a stage,
what happens to the play when no one’s watching?
what happens to the player’s face?
beautiful child,
who fed you so much apprehension?
you walked easy, confident
the collective mind
rolled from your certainty
never tainted you this way before
I don’t know why you hide behind
things dark and sad inside your mind
when you’ve witnessed beauty so many times
You are not responsible for anyone else’s happiness
and don’t expect to find yourself
in someone else
don’t think anyone’s going to save you
it’s no one else’s job to do
it’s so hard to hear yourself
when you spend so much time listening to everyone else
so stop with the responsibility and the ego
like it all rests in your hands
perception changes everything
expectation can ruin it all
and denying your self
never works
only hurts
You’re buried.
And wanting.
Stop mourning.
Start pushing.
stop biting your tongue at all the wrong times; your the only one that has to live your life
The responsibility for who you want to be
is so blatantly yours
it’s impossible to think anyone else would bear this;
it’s inescapable:
consequence
This is a combination of excerpts from the following poems of mine (in order of use): Saving Face, Get Lost, Get Back, Possession, Streaming Consciousness, Clarity, Bring the Fighter Back, Streaming Consciousness, Consequence.
Sometimes lines of poems stick out in my mind, like song lyrics tend to do. Sometimes I like to take a variety of lines and make something new with them. I usually write dozens and dozens of poems and journals about the same thing, so there are a lot of similarities in what I’m trying to say and making new combinations with the words says what I want to say in a new, possibly more effective way or newly relevant way. Sometimes though, it’s interesting to take some poems that weren’t written with the same concept in mind and see how the lines and words can go together. Either way, it’s something new. A rearrangement. A remix. Hope Alisa (and anyone else reading) enjoys. 
