And here’s another one for the critics, the lovers, the liars,
and everything in between.


Making Sense Out of the Fear of Falling

You thought it was so easy to break the wind.

But it broke you,

and you just smiled,

stared at the Sun, as if it had meaning.

As if becoming blind were a gift,

some sort of argument for righteousness.

Bits and pieces of nostalgia,

not weighted down by remorse or subtle controversy,

were carried away with the best wishes of the dandy-lions,

the hope for shy eyes.

The childish wonder that still lives deep,

deep down inside you craved that one last fly

under the story-tell sky.

Forever cant be far behind you now,

it tickles your toes,

and dances in your dust.

Tomorrow’s still an idea,

close enough to scare you, far enough to dare you.

But time can’t hold you down;

you’re infinite, and you don’t even see it.

You thought it was so easy to break the sky.

But it broke you,

and you just smile.

Yeah, GREAT, she’s writing again…
Apologies ahead of time.



There’s an echo in your walls;
an imprint of color, a vast display of wear and tear.
At first glance it seems it’s structure holds,
but you’re flimsy at best.

You’ll soon enough throw on a new layer
of that wine-tinted acrylic paint;
put up your proudest images,
neatly aligned in symmetrical frames.
But I’ll still see the damage, masking remorse,
despite your best front.

I walk your halls, slowly.
Taking in every detail. Pinning it to memory.
A maze of tarnished, bitter keepsakes
sing to me to keep them safe,
to bring about a day of cleanse and repair.
But I don’t have the will, or wish, to do so.

If anything I’m slowly gaining the will
to shake off the presence of understanding,
to locate the back door to this man-made Hell,
and burn it to the ground.

Alyssa Ledesma(9-29-10)

Can you see the sunset; can you hear the fading of the day?

Can you see tomorrow in every word, in every way?

She was breaking every promise with just a little too much ease,

and now she can’t find what to say.

For the words don’t come out right now anyway.

Who holds your secrets; who holds your lies?

Who held your hand and led you to the light?

I’ll guide the way, a simple path, beyond compare.

Who holds tomorrow? We’ll find a way to make it there.

Where is that courage that led you to the highest peak?

You grasp the idea, but it’s the actions that they seek.

He couldn’t bend forever, and he wouldn’t brace the fall,

took one final push to break.

Oh, they never knew how much that boy could take.

Who holds your secrets; who holds your lies?

Who held your hand and led you to the light?

I’ll guide the way, a simple path, beyond compare.

Who holds tomorrow?

We’ll find a way to make it there…



Alyssa Ledesma- Lyrics(2009)

   There’s so much more to life than these small, insignificant problems you create to give your life purpose. You’d dot your eyes, and cross your teeth, but without turning your effort outward, you’ll never find it. Speaking in fragile tongues is a habit we’ve yet to break, and seeing with fragile eyes is one we’ve yet to make. Would you just open yours; how can I show you you’re a promise worth fighting for?

                          You’re infinite, and you don’t even realize it.

                                     I hate not being able to sleep.

                      And the madness that is the 2am thought process.

               And hoping for change. And spamming you with whiny-ness.

                                                       Sorry =/

She left a piece of you on the counter,
to remind her what she was looking for.
Nothing seemed to compare to your pleasant looking external,
and the bitter-sweet lullaby inside.
She’d listen in for hours to that tri-toned symphony.

But it mocks her in the morning
and it mourns her in the night.
For all the dim things were left standing;
they shield her every thought.

She put you in a box, and she kept you on a shelf.
Just in case you came looking for that piece you left behind.
And she takes it out from time to time, to see the withered smile,
all the promises she couldn’t keep, and she cries, and cries for days.

Once it fades from her mind, her subconscious keeps you begging,
hoping she’ll find meaning in a memory, or two.
So she clears off all your cobwebs, places you back into the sun,
and listens to your melody sing away the new.


Aml (October 2010)

I’m not sure I have a favorite superhero. But I suppose I’m going to ave to hgo with Batman, because he’s badass. And because I think Katie brainwashed me into loving him long, long ago. Thanks a lot Aquatie.        <3