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Laura Alaniz

Laura Alaniz

You are loved

Didn’t they know
that people cared?
That they were loved?
Why didn’t someone
tell them?
Maybe they did
But it could not
Penetrate
Their mood
In their mind
They knew
They were loved
But they could not
Make their heart believe

(2015)

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My soft spot

My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Unaffected

Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Respect begets respect

The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
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Younger me

Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
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A~E~I~O~U

The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
This isn't me

The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
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Does it hurt?

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
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A child's memory

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
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High maintenance girl

Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
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The sound of...

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
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I want you

How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
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Rebels

The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
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Hamster Wheel

Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Choking on emotion

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
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How do you measure pain?

How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain



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