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Alyssa Blando Poem
She left a candle burning bright
in the darkest shadows of her home-
Where the hills were her finest friends,
and her greatest vision-
a sunset lined with white lace
which she poured on paper in black ink.
Her last request was to torch
what remained of the beautiful scene in ink,
for to her it felt so incomplete.
And for what reason does she throw away
all of her wearisome work?
Is it a vanilla scented casket?
An orchid?
Some blue-field violets?
We left her to rest,
but the world will not
until every single character
she scribed has been seen
by our human eyes.
She yearned for death so long,
yet still lives through every word she once wrote.
Now she's gone,
and all the world wants is her return
for a simple explanation.
It's a cold hint of irony,
an unforgettable one
we all must someday face.
Copyright © Alyssa Blando | Year Posted 2015
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Alyssa Blando Poem
Just because you hate yourself so often,
doesn't mean you don't
have a shred of self endearment.
Too many people
hold this misconception
about mental illness,
it doesn't mean that
you don't love yourself,
it means you're
learning to live with yourself,
learning to live with your affliction.
Unfortunately many of us
will never have the opportunity
to share this bit of knowledge,
but I know that you're not only
completely capable of loving yourself,
you're also completely capable of being loved
and completely capable of loving anyone you choose.
So don't let any 'someone'
try to tell you that you can't love or be loved
until you learn to love yourself.
It's just not true.
Copyright © Alyssa Blando | Year Posted 2015
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Alyssa Blando Poem
When I woke up this morning,
I didn't expect anything from anyone
but what I received was far greater
than any gift I could be given.
I received life,
the drive to live and survive
knowing that my happiness
isn't all that matters
and making somebody else smile
is just as valuable
as a secret smile or a silent giggle to myself.
Life's not all about being your best
or looking your best,
sometimes it's about your weakness,
about letting go of the idea
that you have to fit
into some cookie cutter mold
that you make for yourself.
Sometimes,
life is about being yourself,
waking up in the morning
with your hair sticking up,
your eyes crusted shut
and loving who you are
despite what the decrepit
mirror may try to tell you.
Something which is equally
as valuable as all of these things
is the ability to love someone else
despite all of their dank defects as well.
Copyright © Alyssa Blando | Year Posted 2015
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Alyssa Blando Poem
The happiness you lack is only temporary,
in our best moments it creeps out to greet me
in the most amazing ways.
So relax and trust me,
I know the feeling is real.
I see how the sadness and anger seep from you,
moving their way into the lives
of those around you every time.
Focus on what to be thankful for;
your wife, your house, your health,
and the life you've worked so hard to live.
Let the lesser fall to dust
and focus on everything
that kept you alive today.
Copyright © Alyssa Blando | Year Posted 2015
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Alyssa Blando Poem
George in an Empty Nutshell
He sunk his claws deep within,
for a long time I could feel them
dragging, and buried in my skin.
Wherever did he go?
Nix me needing to know.
No I don't miss him so.
I'm done letting him use me as if
I'm a broken toy to pull spare parts from.
How many parts can he pull
until I become empty?
The worst part is that he filled me
with the broken parts of his own machine.
In the places I had;
happiness- he replaced with nervousness,
strength with crisis, trust with doubt,
peace with pain, love with fear and apathy. . .
And the list goes on and on.
It took a prodigy to lift those parts from me,
to apologize for the past.
Whatever it brought my way.
Even if blameless,
the prodigy choose to share
the good parts of itself with me.
We'd bare the burden of the bad with each other.
Fixing; worry with self-esteem,
disarray with deliverance, dread with faith,
trouble with security, angst and coldness with compassion.
I hope.
Maybe one day he'll find a prodigy of his own,
instead of stripping the fortune away from others.
Copyright © Alyssa Blando | Year Posted 2017
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