After Thoughts, a Series

it was in the midst of everything
that suddenly I realized
and stepped outside myself
you were never real.
I was in love with a ghost
and like this lonely lemon tree
I will find the will to survive

AlisaJs(c)2018

After Thoughts, a Series

I want to say the words
but your heart knows,
I feel its beat
each time we speak
thunderstruck...

alisajs(c)2018

Loose Ends

it wasn't supposed to end like this
with so many hanging syllables around certain

random questions
you know what I mean,
the ones with multiple answers
and we don't even have one
never accepting, 
only to find out it never was

so, where do we start or have we lost the beginning
trapped in a maze of unfettered steps,
right here at the starting gate
although it's been years now
and no one, but no one dares

and me
here I am, still anticipating
for what, exactly
wondering at times, 

if I've lost the ability to see

while
stuck in this canundrum
paradoxical dilemma,
trapped in a loop
that never returns ...

alisajs(c)2018

After Thoughts, a Series

I have loved you for a thousand years
and yet,
each time I hear your call
my heart skips two beats...

alisajs/2018

After Thoughts, a Series

I miss our conversations that stretched
into the next sunrise and beyond,
never ending.
finding laughter and so much more
how could I have known
it meant nothing to you,
as I stand here 
dumbfounded,
drowning in this pain...

alisajs(2018)

After Thoughts, a Series

you blew into my life like a hurricane
knocked down my defenses
within the first week.
soulmates, love hard
always be your baby.
jack knife
splattered hearts,
and you call me crazy?

AlisaJs(c)2018

After Thoughts, a Series

I still find it so hard to believe
that you behaved like that.
Hot to smoldering
and then evaporate,
without a trace
after I called you out
after I wouldn't take 
your inducement...


 AlisaJs(c)2018

Let's Learn Manners

Mommies and daddies
Around the age of two,
Teach your children
To say, 'Please' and 'Thank you'


From: Let's Learn Manners, a children's book. Coming soon. Illustrations and story by: AlisaJs

Let's Learn Manner's .. rough sketch

Make time in your day and take your nap. Listen to the melodies, such a beautiful cat.


 Rough sketch from Let's Learn Manner's, a children's book coming soon. Illustrations and story by: AlisaJs.

After Thoughts, a Series

It was somewhere left of heaven
the last time I heard him speak
his voice, like an angel
how my heart broke in pieces that day.
still processing thoughts of betrayal...

Alisajs (c)2018

After Thoughts, a Series

and just like that, he was gone
a deafening silence.
where there was once laughter 
and enticing anticipation
demoralized is too nice a word...

alisajs(c)2018

After Thoughts, a Series

He promised me forever 

and like a fool, 

I ran to the end of the rainbow, 

certain to find him waiting

next to the pot of gold

like he said he would...

alisajs (c)2018

Manufactured Dreams

his words were carefully chosen

emotional overload followed

future faking 

constant attention 

love bombing

all strategic, all part of an overall plan

for those dear hearts who still believe

hopeless romantics, 

everyone...

7.23.18/alisajs

Mirrored Lies

I found myself outside myself

in the middle of a silent scream

where black is white

up is down

and you,

are nothing but lies

I told myself 

this could never happen to me

for I was far too advanced

to be dissuaded by deceit

lackadaisical linguistics ran right through 

and captured our dreams of forever

and always,

there could never be another

for we had found our other half

all we had to do now

was believe.

my first mistake...

© 2018 Alisa Js

Tasteless

and for a time, we were alive again

singing in the rain 

soaring past the pain of remembering

those cold, dark stares

that brought to the forefront

blades that somehow found their way

to splice a throat to no longer speak

the truth

laughter came easily as the wine flowed

and how we bowed

once the struggles slipped

beyond our grip and once again

I began to believe,

this could almost be

until the demons 

arrived.

creeping around each tortured smile

the lies began and I knew, 

it was over

broken ties

mismatched lies that never quite fit

timelines next to impossible

and still you expected me to believe

in the face of high improbability

you continued with the farce

and then, I knew 

you were nothing more 

than tasteless ...

© 2018 Alisa Js

And So It Goes

and so it goes

along with everything we thought we knew

everything I believed 

all the things I loved

all of them

not true

the energy has lifted

it's so bright in my world now

serendipitous sayings you shared

all of them lies

all of them, 

you

how could I have fallen

how could I have been taken

there must have been something 

you saw,

some weakness in me

my glaring naïveté

in trusting everything you said

and like a vulture 

with a condescending smirk

over and over again 

you lied

until I almost believed...

© 2018 Alisa Js

Truth

how could there be another

when you are all I see

wistful scenes upon this heart

filled with memories...

alisajs(c) 2016

Reflections from a Wounded Heart

another romantic poetic collaboration by alisajs and T. Owen Stark

Available now on smashwords.com for free!  Please let us know how you enjoyed this book by posting your customer reviews on smashwords.com

Also available is: 'Reflections from a Lover's Heart' available now on amazon.com   Coming soon to smashwords.com

Reverse

the angle of the outburst was of particular interest sudden. sharp. thrusting upward and then turning around blasting through unexpected and unannounced fields butterflies wrangled for breakfast and cheese walking back to my seat, I fell down letters for lunch choices for a lifetime no one tells you they could be the wrong ones would you have listened would you have dared? curious, I looked back and wondered the I-9 went south and not west as I recall candy was sweet roses were red after all...

© alisajs
2014-07-01 

Reckless

am I derelict
knowing now what I was uncertain of then
stuck in slow motion, pressing on air
tasting the promise
we both knew
yet,
somehow refused to pluck from the tender bloom there

dancing on snowflakes
I slid
straight to the center of something less than ten
steps to nirvana

meet me in elysian fields
where we'll dance with reckless abandon
run across the midnight moon
all before daylight
all before the sun begins to hide

that is, if it's still summer
springtime is passing
and winter is near,
stuck in slow motion
holding back tears

ajs/4.23.14