Alisa Js : Writing

After Thoughts, a Series. Part 4

After Thoughts, a Series. Part 4

A Poem by Alisa Js


I still find it so hard to believethat you behaved like that.Hot to smolderingand then evaporate,without a traceafter I called you outafter I wouldn't..
After Thoughts, a Series. Part 3

After Thoughts, a Series. Part 3

A Poem by Alisa Js


It was somewhere left of heaventhe last time I heard him speakhis voice, like an angelhow my heart broke in pieces that day.still processing thoughts ..
After Thoughts, a Series. Part 2

After Thoughts, a Series. Part 2

A Poem by Alisa Js


and just like that, he was gonea deafening silence.where there was once laughterand enticing anticipationdemoralized is too nice a word...
After Thoughts, a Series. Part 1

After Thoughts, a Series. Part 1

A Poem by Alisa Js


He promised me foreverand like a fool,I ran to the end of the rainbow,certain to find him waitingnext to the pot of goldlike he said he would...
Innocence

Innocence

A Poem by Alisa Js


is it the innocence of youthor the illusion of truthas seen by those eyesthose tender views,yet to blossomyet to needstanding up against crushing delu..
Thoughts

Thoughts

A Poem by Alisa Js


I have loved with a passion that has never been quenchedburned more times than I'd care to admit,would I venture againhell yes!in a heartbeat, in a bl..
Manufactured Dreams

Manufactured Dreams

A Poem by Alisa Js


This piece was inspired by something I recently became aware of, which has devastated so many innocent emotional victims and that is online romance sc..
Obsession

Obsession

A Poem by Alisa Js


I find comfort in your soulyour spirit reaches outonce moreand we begin againthe more I learnwith every step,the more familiar you become.almost like ..
And so it goes

And so it goes

A Poem by Alisa Js


and so it goesalong with everything we thought we kneweverything I believedall the things I lovedall of themnot truethe energy has liftedit's so brigh..
History Class

History Class

A Poem by Alisa Js


there were no small boxes in those history booksand yet you played with heartsbefore the start,before Miss Hey rang the two second bell.we lept like g..