A Few Wild Stanzas: Poems by Alise Versella Volume 3

By Xlibris US

This third collection of poetry by Ms. Versella speaks loudly of her love of words. Its about a boy who unfurled the closed up petals of her heart again. A song to a society she is always internally at war with. It is her search for spirituality. It is a battle cry. These few wild stanzas are the etchings of her soul tattooed upon her flesh. Magic through lead and ink. May these words glitter before you like a comet across the night sky.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 23, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499077032

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Copyright © 2014 by Alise Versella.

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Cover Illustration by Jackie Salemme

Rev. date: 10/20/2014

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Contents

Alive With Ink

Hearts Are Wild Creatures, That’s Why Our Ribs Are Cages

Melting At Your Feet

Phoenix Returned

Au Natural

To Be Seen And Illuminated

Poor Dorian

Rainy Day Sickness

Time Has Burned In The Setting Sun

If The Soul Were A Petal Falling

In A Grave Where The Heart Of Society Has Died

Not Okay With A Crown Of Laurel

Heaven’s Rebel Angels

Hollywood Bowl

New Beginnings

Love’s Circuitry

Love Runs Through The Forest

A Multifaceted Form

Chemistry

Wild Child

The Most Important Thing One Can Do Is Read

Thoughts Like Bukowski

Retracting Back Into My Turtle Shell

Kitchen Disasters

Brain Matters

Strength In Embers

I Still Believe In Magick

I Will Be Your Girl

The Lion Likes The Beat

Sense Of Self

Write Yourself Alive

Empath

Vito

Certain Irritabilities

Who Would You Impress If The World Was Blind?

Always In A Rush

The Sea’s Betrayal

Did Galileo See Us?

Words Eternal

These Carbon Feet

The Days Will Start Anew

Compassion Lacking

Insomnia

Like Cleopatra

Dharma Is Not A Fortune To Be Told

The Night Lost Of Its Stars

April Showers

Educated Passion

A Message To My Sisters

A Swampland Alter At Dusk

Prisoners Of The Past

Viking Pyres

Buck Moon

The Body Transcribed

The Scribe Spills Words Like Blood

The Embodiment Of The Independent Woman

The Terrible Awful Keeps Me Stuck In My Head

Dew Darlings

Love Me Like Volcanoes

Hypocrites And Politics

I Am

Dedication 9/15/2014

To the artists: you rebels and misfits; the magicians of the world

May you wield your pencil swords of lead and forever create beauty from your pain

Make this world better than you received it.

Turn the darkness into light

Alive With Ink

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I just want to write

I want to bleed my soul

Over all these pages

Messily

Stains across white pages

That can’t wipe up the mess

Fast enough

To bleed profusely

The words I so desperately need

Read me

I am open for you only

Read me

I’ve been writing for you a story

In a language

I think only you

Could finally understand

Yes I want to write

I want to be written

And read

The dead

Soul awakens

Only to shed

The tissue of the heart

The old words

And phrases

That the author locked up

So you think you found my key?

Then come alive with me

Watch me come alive

While I bleed out my ink.

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Hearts Are Wild Creatures,

That’s Why Our Ribs Are Cages

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There’s a beast inside of me

Clawing to get out

Her nails are scratching

She’s kicking and bucking

She’s rattling the bones

Ribcage walls

Shaking

Knees are knocking

Quaking

Ready to tear it all down

To run until ragged

Through the forests

Of your early waking hours

To leave bite marks

Where her tongue and lips trailed

Little road maps to your lungs

Say my name

The guttural sound

In another language

One that doesn’t need these nouns

And open my windows

And doors

And open my soul

I will bleed rivers of ink

I will sail the waves of your brain

Until I sink

What’s igniting here

Is far too large to shrink

To be downsized

Or compromised

To fit between these

Drawn out lines

This