Welcome To Alphie's World

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Ballad

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As I peer                                         through THE KEYHOLE
                                         I see two groups of
                                      people: there are those with
                                      their noses held high, show-
                                   ing off their clothes and comparing
                                     how rich they are, where they
                                     are going on vacation. I hear
                                      condescending fake English
                                      accents. A polite shuffle of
                                       feet circulating through
                                      various high-brow cliques.
                                      A sudden burst of laughter
                                        comes from the other
                                        side of the room which
                                        I am spying on. One
                                     large happy group of casually
                                     dressed individuals talk loudly
                                      about parties, getting drunk
                                   and other ways of having fun. Their
                                    eyes are twinklingbut bloodshot
                                    from lack of sleep. In the middle
                                   of this room filled with contrasting
                                egos, there is a girl on small wooden chair.
                               Looking closely through the hole: she seems
                               a lot like me. Pensive, quiet, she is amusing
                             herself. Watching the people who, because of
                            their false values, refuse to mingle or talk with her.

Friendship
The sweetest music, playing eternity,
Will, one day, come to a close.
And the most creative art
Will burn - consumed by flames.
But friendship is an everlasting bond
It survives through times of doubt.
Never question it, never wonder,
For I remain your true friend throughout.

See this flower I hold
Cupped in my hand?
It represents my happiness.
Look how the petals unfold,
And realize that my well being
Has to be nurtured, too.
Gaze upon the wilted leaves,
You will see as well
That when ignored, one doesn't prosper.
So when you walked away,
My petals turned black,
And my heart turned cold.
They say talking (to plants)
Makes them feel loved...
Perhaps it mends broken hearts, too.

A silent sentinel sits upon
The courtyard's wild and haunting lawn.
Cursed eternally by the light of day,
Doomed to haunt nights - but at bay
As soon as dawn approaches.

A little flower
Magical bit of nature
Summer's gift of life

I sit upon the grass
and remember us.
The dew sparkles, like tears of joy
and sadness - when we parted.
Sunshine, radiant and uplifting,
a synonym of our friendship.
Rustling through leaves, the wind
is like all the secrets we shared.
I see two people walking together,
laughing and talking like we used to.
Summer is such a memorable season.
I'll never forget you, either.

When you play with my heart
you're plucking strings of love.
The melody is discordant-
you miss some key notes...
There is no harmony,
your false emotions are dissonant.
Sooner or later, my heart will break,
and you can't replace it anymore.
So, which will you choose?
Will you destroy the music in me,
or leave in silence...

Faint memories
scratches on a photograph
Deep in the recesses of my mind
blurred images
Working their way forward
melting together, a pool of chaos
Surfacing then disappearing
life and reality
Lost times of happiness
water and coffee stains
Love and friendship blossomed
a torn edge, and teardrops
At last they meld
everything has its place
My mind's creation
a vast canvas-medium
Intended for one use
used for another
Memories are pictures