This I wrote while listening to some mellow songs on Grooveshark. It especially reminds me of the song Soft Skeletons by Anberlin. (Parenthetically, I love Grooveshark. You should follow me if you have an account, and I'll follow you. Yay connections!)
I imagine Alyssa might write a poem like this, if she were artsy and more sensitive and wrote poems and danced and smiled for real every once in a while. She won't, isn't and doesn't though, so this isn't about her. I just got that impression. Maybe it's because she reminds me of Soft Skeletons too?
Oh. I guess I still haven't put Hitchhiker up here.
Well, for those of you who have read Hitchhiker, that Alyssa.
I'll have to put it up soon for the rest of you... I do really want to finish it.
The Beauty of Perfection
February 28, 2011
A beautiful princess
In a world of soft diamond
In alcoves, through doorways
Up marble stairs, whitened
Dance and twirl a dizzy swirl
Laugh and smile without a care
I am deceiving myself
Poison pervades the air