“Into the woods, by the water, in the weeds.
Beneath a dark blanket of trees.
Soul is tired saving self…
Some lives here are worse than death.”
One of my trail photos. I feel welcome there most of all.
By the water, In the weeds.
Tag: poems
Cold of the Earth
Cold of the Earth
Leave me where I stop.
Forget my beating heart as I lean into the drop.
Wanted as much as I never am alive.
Continue me, out of sight, out of mind.
The human ruin brought to life.
Pierce my skin. The blood will cry
I don’t matter. I am alone.
And all I ever wanted. Collect my bones.
Soul in the dark, you have my dream.
Cold of the earth has a place for me.
All the wants and needs and ways you try.
To bear failure and grieve is why.
Just continue me out of sight, out of mind.
Out of every single reason left to survive.
Soul in the dark, you have my dream.
Cold of the earth has a place for me.
https://allysonmarie.bandcamp.com/
3rd Entries: In My Blues
Songs straight from my old journal writings during the worst years. I wasn’t well at all, but glad to have had my piano then to help me pass the time. Free download on my bandcamp along with the other Entries collections: https://allysonmarie.bandcamp.com/…/3rd-entries-in-my…
You Have My Wings
You Have My Wings – I recorded this video about 2 months ago. The song is 7+ years old. Something I just wanted to share as I go through other old demos and see what I might want to re-work some day when there is time again. Free recorded version: https://allysonmarie.bandcamp.com/track/you-have-my-wings
In Descent
This song is 10+ years old. Studio version is about 2yrs old now and has added bells…lol and backing vocals. I wish I could do more and be better. Some things will just always be out of my reach and I’m still figuring out how to live with that: https://open.spotify.com/track/2tZoHqj7Wrc2dCvFsgR7jk?si=8258beaaf3c04476
Moment to Moment
An old poem I put to music last year. This was tough to record a performance of, but kept practicing and I liked this shot best to share.
Shed Light
I am putting together a short collection of very old songs I re-recorded and want to release together. This is one of my favorites of those early pieces. I’d had my first piano for less than a year and was amazed at how many ideas I was following through. It meant everything.
Sweet Rose
Rose we are nothing alike.. This world wants you, This world loves you.
THIS WORLD, SO IN NEED OF YOUR KIND.
Allyson Marie Arts 