Real You – Natasha Alexander

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Real You

I opened my door of secrets
I blindly let you swim in my feelings
Never once did I think
you would drown me in your own egotism

I took you to my true self…
a place I fear to go
I trusted you
I let you in
But letting you in never meant you were planning to stay.

You played the part of the Knight,
the one you knew I was searching for
You made me believe you were here for me
…here to stay
You made me believe this bullshit was love.

Then, without a trace of humanity
you one day remove your mask,
and all I see is an impassive face
resonating words
a vacant heart
and inflexible soul
All I see is YOU.

As I close my book
I leave another tear on my pillow
I send my love to the masked man
The one who wore the indulgent face
honourable promises
evocative heart
and saintly soul.

The man…that was never you.

© Natasha Kleb Alexander 2016

 

Natasha

 

About Natasha Alexander

Writer, always Wife and Mother first. Perfect is overrated, I am flawed and yet loved. Now that I don’t chase perfection, I can chase my dreams. I have completed a “Write a Novel” course in 2015 through S.A. Writers’ College and passed with a distinction. I also completed the Copy-Editing and Proof-reading course through them in March 2016. My first Manuscript of 60 000 words has been written and currently seeking a publisher. Currently I have 5 published poems, they were all published through Feminine Collective, which I am very proud of. I have been writing poetry since I was 14 and the reason/inspiration behind all my writing is a stand against women abuse. It is a cause that I hold close to heart. Something that started as an outlet for feelings too ghastly to speak about has turned into my passion.

For more of Natasha’s brilliant work, be sure to follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and her author page at Feminine Collective.

Summer Soul Slam 2016 Winner

The first Summer Soul Slam poetry event on The Lithium Chronicles has come to a close and I am so thrilled that I received as many submissions as I did with the short notice I gave. I promise that next year I will be more prepared and give everyone adequate time to submit.

I want to give a huge shout out to everyone who participated in this event and made it possible to get it up off the ground. I look forward to hosting more events like this one, and reading your brilliant submissions.

Keep writing,

Nicole

Summer Soul Slam Contest

The Lithium Chronicles Summer Soul Slam 2016 Winner:

 Natasha Alexander – Real You

 

Natasha

About Natasha Alexander

Writer, always Wife and Mother first. Perfect is overrated, I am flawed and yet loved. Now that I don’t chase perfection, I can chase my dreams. I have completed a “Write a Novel” course in 2015 through S.A. Writers’ College and passed with a distinction. I also completed the Copy-Editing and Proof-reading course through them in March 2016. My first Manuscript of 60 000 words has been written and currently seeking a publisher. Currently I have 5 published poems, they were all published through Feminine Collective, which I am very proud of. I have been writing poetry since I was 14 and the reason/inspiration behind all my writing is a stand against women abuse. It is a cause that I hold close to heart. Something that started as an outlet for feelings too ghastly to speak about has turned into my passion.

 

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Real you

I opened my door of secrets
I blindly let you swim in my feelings
Never once did I think
you would drown me in your own egotism

I took you to my true self…
a place I fear to go
I trusted you
I let you in
But letting you in never meant you were planning to stay.

You played the part of the Knight,
the one you knew I was searching for
You made me believe you were here for me
…here to stay
You made me believe this bullshit was love.

Then, without a trace of humanity
you one day remove your mask,
and all I see is an impassive face
resonating words
a vacant heart
and inflexible soul
All I see is YOU.

As I close my book
I leave another tear on my pillow
I send my love to the masked man
The one who wore the indulgent face
honourable promises
evocative heart
and saintly soul.

The man…that was never you.

© Natasha Kleb Alexander 2016

 

For more of Natasha’s brilliant work, be sure to follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and her author page at Feminine Collective.

Forces

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There is no greater power
than that of the sun,
the moon,
and a woman
that knows her worth.

© Nicole Lyons 2016

My Manic Mind: The Ride of a Lifetime

I am thrilled to be on Feminine Collective with one of my favourite pieces. If you’ve ever wondered what a manic mind feels like, take a peek but buckle up, it gets pretty bumpy inside my head.

I have bipolar disorder and sometimes, well sometimes, I think I’m blessed because of it. Now I’m not trying to glamorize mental illness; trust me when I t

Source: My Manic Mind: The Ride of a Lifetime

The Bone Keeper

I am so thrilled to be featured on Feminine Collective. Please go and have a peek at The Bone Keeper.

I have cleaned my closet of all of the bones to make room for wispy summer dresses. I wrapped those bones in shame and tucked them deep into bags of guilt.

Source: The Bone Keeper

And I Will Love You

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And I will love you.
In all of the ways
you should have always
been loved, I will love you.

I will dive headfirst into
the depths of your stormy
soul and drop anchors to
keep you from being swept
out to sea.
And I will love you.

In all of the ways
you should have always
been loved, I will love you.

I will master the
labyrinth of your brilliant
mind and drop hammers to
keep the walls
at bay.
And I will love you.

In all of the ways
you should have always
been loved, I will love you.

I will blow life into
your faded spirit
and drop gold to
mend your broken pieces.
And I will love you.

In all of the ways
you should have always
been loved, I will love you,
until you finally begin
to love yourself, and then
I will love you more.

 

© Nicole Lyons 2016

Amnesia

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Just for tonight
let’s forget to remember
how we hurled our words,
like bottles filled with hate
smashing against the walls of
each other’s hearts, and how
we delighted in the little cuts
we made.
Just for tonight
let’s forget to remember
how we poked those little cuts,
grinding filth in deep, and how
we numbed ourselves to the taste
of our shame.
Just for tonight
let’s forget to remember how we
let our sick hearts die, and how
we watched shadows swirl and take
us both under.
Just for tonight
let’s remember how we
once loved so intensely that
together we could drive light
into the darkest
of places.

© Nicole Lyons 2016

 

  • A special thank you to my dear friend Bob for inspiring that last line.