"This was a story about a girl who could find infinite beauty in anything..."-The Brothers Bloom

Let Me Put My Poems in You

I love the written word in all it's forms. I love reading, from Tolstoy to Twilight to books on theoretical physics. Here you'll find poems and other writings that I've written. I've also included works by some of my favorite poets; poets that move me and inspire me to create worlds of my own.

There are some things you need to understand about me. I can be volatile, violent, explosive. But I can be gentle and adoring.  I have an inner core of violence but so much stronger is my love. I’m so much given to drama. Not petty insignificant “drama”, perpetuated by so many girls with dark roots and too much mascara.  I try to remain calm but I believe that there are too many important things in this life that are worth getting worked up over.  If you can’t take my intensity then please stay back because I can’t dial it down.  My heart storms and rages like an Italian opera, with the torment of Verdi but with all the joy and love of Mozart. In a word, passion. 

I am a swiftly tilting planet.

I know the way through the stars.

The secret of the universe; I know it.
And I’ve seen all the cards.

  Outside the Basillica
There is a place where we can go.
A sacred place that only I know.
Forget everything and just come with me.
Time is only a gift, not a guarantee.
Don’t assume that you have
anything more than right now.
Choose love and it will end up right somehow.
Our love will be patient and kind.
So take my hand, these waning moments
are yours and mine.

A Way to Measure Time
The taste of you

like the electric shock

of mouth wash

mint laced with alcohol

metallic aftertaste lingering

turning everything after
to bitterness. 

 No Longer Passive Aggressive 
I’m going to break you
going to burn you
going to beat you till you cry
I’m going to curse your name
And cut you from every frame
until you tell me why

 It's Whatever
The songs from last winter are playing through indifferent speakers, so tonight, I must revisit, those places that exist only in twilight rememberings, lingering still, like a fading bass line pumping from the car that’s already around the corner.
I can’t take the thought that you may have already forgotten me. That the place that was mine has been refilled, so easily, with other concerns, other people who don’t love you like I did once. I wish however fruitlessly that my memory would creep up on you like a nightmarish monster that you can’t outrun. I wish that I could creep into your dream cloud at night and torment your subconscious with recurring accusations so that you’d be afraid to close your eyes at night, you’d wake up every morning with my haunted smiling face lingering on the backs of your eyelids.
Curse my uncommon name! I want you to hear it in movies and TV commercials. I imagine that you would hear a mother call out my name to her child and that a electric stab would pierce you and you’d realize that you wish it was me appearing out of the blue, and you’d wonder if we’ll ever meet again.

It’s the Time of My Song

The words are washin’ over me
Sounds like it’s supposed to be

The words take control of me
No longer will my memory

The music’s beating with my heart
The bass is pounding in my car

Hear the sirens as the sun goes down
This night will be my turnaround.

Eyes are hazy but my mind is clear
Wisps of smoke take away my fear

My song grows loud as green turns to black
And I know I won’t be looking back.

Ripple Effect
I thought of you today.
I think about you most days.
My mind is usually busy with other things.
But then a memory will hit me;
like a smooth stone being tossed into still water.
Today I thought of the time we were in our teacher’s office
And I touched you when her back was turned.
I remembered how much I loved you when you straightened slowly,
Smiling at me through the mirror in front of you;
an amazing, beautiful smile, even for you.
A smile that only I know.

Reality Smashes the Silver Screen

The sun is setting fast
Sinking into the shimmering sea
Ariel shot from the crane cam
I rise above the city of angels
Soaring across an ocean bridge
Paved with my impulsive passions
My heart beats like an allegro in A minor
A complicated ever-changing meter
And time is running out.

Crash cut to my smoky eyes
Then angle wide
For once I’m the brave one
A hero on a quest to meet their
Heart’s destiny
The score rises up; majestic, hopeful
But the cellos are haunted
Foreshadowers of fate
The sun has set and I arrive
At empty stillness
Only a low, quiet chord
To mark the end
I fade to black.

But this isn’t a movie…
Reality smashes my silver screen.

Righteous Kill

I want to kill you.
I want to slap your hateful face.
I want to punch those rolling eyes right out of your head you unloved bastard of crack whores!
I want to tear you to pieces like a lioness on a broke-leg zebra.
Like a falcon on a scared-ass bunny.
Like septicemia, I want to poison your blood.

Yo damn feelings can die in a fire, bitch.
You’re gonna learn the ugly truth about yourself that you’ve been hiding from.
I want to rub your face in all your imperfections and your character flaws (which are even more hideous).
I want you to look into your soul and see all the secret things you hate about yourself and know that I hate them too.
I want you to know that I know you are a shitty excuse for a person. 
I want you to feel like the lying backstabbing petty shit-talking pussy son of a bitch you are and no matter what may have happened, my consience is CLEAR.
“Nigga fuck me? NO NIGGA FUCK YOU!”

Written by Lexy Alari 11/13/10
Ending lyric by Andre Nickatina

 0600 Hours
As the gray light of another morning
Comes unwanted, streaming through the blind
And the sound of the alarm, like a self-inflicted harm
Calls out its shrill warning
That this day is of the same kind
As all the days before.
So I close my eyes again and sigh,
In my head I wonder why,
Is there something more?

By Lexy Alari

When I Think of You
All the things that I never said
come to the tip of my tongue
and I wonder what might have been
had not a heart of fear
kept them back.
Every now and again
I take out those dreams
give them a good polish
sit with them awhile
give a good sigh
perhaps shed a tear
before I must lock them away
back in the junk drawer.

by Lexy Alari

Your heart is like a
Siberian tundra
full of communist
concentration camps containing
weary souls yearning
for democracy and beef.
by Lexy Alari

6:15 on a Tuesday
You’re right there in the next room
the resonance of your voice carries
through blank and empty walls.
I wait but I guess you don’t feel
the same urgency,
the desire I feel to be surrounded
by the same four walls that close you in.
The doors are shut
and the empty hall stretches between us
like the yawning chasm that separates
your heart and mine.
You’re there in the next room
a thousand miles from me.

by Lexy Alari

Laying Awake
It’s 2 am
And I don’t want it to be true
All these realizations
Of things that never were
It’s the hardest thing
Second guessing
Of second thoughts
Things that could have been
Whether right or wrong
Is all I want
To know
by Lexy Alari

Punk Lyric
Do you want to go?
       (let’s take this outside)
It just so happens that I eat people
Like you for breakfast.
All saturated fat and no backbone.

by Lexy Alari

by Octavio Paz
Night with the eyes of a horse that trembles in the night,
night with eyes of water in the field asleep
is in your eyes, a horse that trembles,
is in your eyes of a secret water.

Eyes of shadow-water,
eyes of well-water,
eyes of dream-water.

Silence and solitude,
two little animals moon-led,
drink in your eyes,
drink in those waters.

If you open your eyes,
night opens, doors of musk,
the secret kingdom of the water opens
flowing from the center of night.

And if you close your eyes,
a river fills you from within,
flows forward, darkens you:
night brings its wetness to beaches in your soul.

by Sarah Teasdale

Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still,

And a heaven full of stars
Over my head,
White and topaz
And misty red;

Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
That aeons
Cannot vex or tire;

Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill,
I watch them marching
Stately and still,
And I know that I
Am honored to be
Of so much majesty


by Langston Hughes

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
     flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
     went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy
     bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

by Pablo Neruda

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
   I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
   Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
   I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
   Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
   Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
   I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
   Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

Some Kiss We Want
by Rumi

There is some kiss we want with 
our whole lives, the touch of 

spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At

night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its

face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language- door and

open the love window. The moon
won't use the door, only the window.

This Marriage
by Rumi
May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
May it be sweet milk,
this marriage, like wine and halvah.
May this marriage offer fruit and shade
like the date palm.
May this marriage be full of laughter,
our every day a day in paradise.
May this marriage be a sign of compassion,
a seal of happiness here and hereafter.
May this marriage have a fair face and a good name,
an omen as welcomes the moon in a clear blue sky.
I am out of words to describe
how spirit mingles in this marriage.

by Christina Rossetti

Come to me in the silence of the night; 
    Come in the speaking silence of a dream; 
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright 
    As sunlight on a stream; 
Come back in tears, 
O memory of hope, love of finished years.

Oh dream how sweet, to sweet, too bitter sweet, 
    Whose waking should have been in Paradise, 
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet; 
    Where thirsting longing eyes 
Watch the slow door 
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live 
    My life again tho' cold in death: 
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give 
    Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: 
Speak low, lean low, 
As long ago, my love, how long ago.