The Drive – Villanelle

The drive was the very worst

The Drive

 

The drive was the very worst,

Under canopies of trees it was evident

our quiet conversation was clearly coerced

 

Flowers we nurtured together died of thirst

and left behind petals soaked in malevolence

The drive was the very worst

 

Our roses died yet we still tried to nurse

all but one, who remains desolate

Drive it to the hospital, you coerced

 

You hit redo like a car in reverse,

hit a tree stump the size of an elephant

The drive was the very worst

 

Windshield cracked like an outburst

yet I never voiced my sentiment

until now—confessions coerced

 

Our roses died yet we still tried to nurse

all but one, who developed an impediment

The drive was the very worst

My silence, thereafter, uncoerced

With love, Alyssa

Playlist 12

This is my last playlist of the year! 12 months really passed by. Before y’all is a list of all the greatest song releases this year, plus some tunes I’ve been lusting after recently.

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  2. Where Do We Begin Now – Alicia Keys

Wow! I never even finished this. I just got the notification that this was posted and I was like ‘wahhhh it’s December?’ Well, it’s been a good no shave November am I right. I’m in the middle of writing a poem right now. Leave a message after the beep.

With love, Alyssa

 

Erasers

Your vibrant exterior

often vandalized and

bruised pink

Erasers.

 

Your vibrant exterior

often vandalized and

bruised pink

is seen as enticing

Your ability to feel no pain

when you shave yourself,

and your lack of empathy when you

seize a mistake prove

you are a force to be reckoned with

 

I called upon you to help

me rectify my error

expunge my black spots

and save me from

my dark blue;

I knead you like

I need you

 

You’re symbolism

for trust:

diminishing in size

with every

mistake until

pencils rest, like fallen timber,

at the bottom of my

bag with their

erasers chewed or sheared off–

so I can’t take it back

This poem means a lot to me. I wrote an earlier version in 2014, and revised it for my poetry class on the two year anniversary. My first draft can be found here. It’s the poem that made me realize my love for writing, and now I’m on a pathway where I can do what I love. I’m in a good place.

With love, Alyssa

 

Concert Review: Grouplove Can Never Stop My World From Spinning

A friend of mine and I talked about the Grouplove concert I went to last Saturday, and thanks to him, I came to the conclusion that this has been the greatest concert I’ve attended. Is it taboo to consider the latest gig the best? I thought so – but Grouplove are truly back in business, and don’t mess around. Well, actually, they do mess aroundbut that’s all part of the show.

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Playlist 11

I legit posted this at 11:59 on Nov 1st but it didn’t publish until 12:00 am. Don’t look at me.

  1. 27 Hours – BANKS
  2. Happy Accidents – Saint Motel
  3. Man on the Moon – Zella Day
  4. F.U. – Little Mix
  5. The Less I Know The Better – Tame Impala
  6. Make America Great Again – Pussy Riot
  7. Thumbs – Sabrina Carpenter
  8. Good side in – The Japanese House
  9. Water – Ra Ra Riot
  10. Promise – MUNA

With love, Alyssa

A Murder at Bellarmine Only Fairfield University Students Can Solve

Approximately 75 students will be present for the murder taking place at Bellarmine Hall this Saturday. Fairfield University’s Student Association has put together the social event in the spirit of Halloween, encouraging students to scramble around the first floor of the mansion for clues in order to find the murderer before they become the next victim.

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Prompt: “I can’t support you anymore”

It takes two to mango

In everyone’s favorite creative writing workshop a few weeks ago, the one I feverishly plan on being on the eboard next semester for, one of four prompts was: Fiction- “I can’t support you anymore.”

While I did not write a piece of fiction, I did write a haiku. Disclaimer: it’s not based off someone I know, from as far as you can tell, at least.

Bags

I can’t support you

When you eat mango pulp from

Hefty, black trash bags


 

Please, spin me a tale of someone you can no longer support, and write, possibly in haiku form, why you can’t support them anymore.

With love, Alyssa


Photo by: Watercolor Artist Susaleena, Susaleena.com. Her paintings are hyper-realistic and vibrant.

Album Review: The Altar – BANKS

After writing this review I’ve realized it’s been 27 Hours since I’ve even seen the sun. Get it.

“I started all the wars” Jillian Banks sings on “Poltergeist,” the darkest track on her sophomore effort, The Altar. This release is more adventurous than her debut LP, as well as claustrophobic, with an ambitious R&B aesthetic on par with The Weeknd and FKA Twigs.

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Playlist 10

Banks’ album dropped yesterday. I also dropped. To the floor. My knees. Ouch. It was worth it. She’s a gem.

  1. Spinning – Grouplove
  2. Poltergeist – BANKS (DAAAAAAAMN)
  3. Even In My Dreams, I Can’t Win – Bad Suns
  4. Judas – BANKS
  5. This Town – Niall Horan lol
  6. Weaker Girl – BANKS
  7. Enlighten Me – Grouplove
  8. Trainwreck – BANKS
  9. Still Falling For You – Ellie Goulding
  10. Mother Earth – BANKS

Related: Album Review: The Altar – BANKS

With love, Alyssa

September by the Bay

I still ask myself, was my hair actually akin to Lombard Street?

One drummer

Plays in his one-man golden gate garage band on an askew street

Cymbals echo for several blocks

 

My father yearns to question tourists, though

If he says

“I am like you,” it

Nullifies my memories.

 

1.  A man hiding in the bushes, unaware of his own scent

Cannabis and salty air,

Startled me as I ate

 

2. An ambiguity between legs and

The trees of Muir Woods that only

Made me question my vision–

Was my hair actually akin to Lombard Street?

 

I am not like you

 

Mom made me stand in every cell in Alcatraz in front of

Decaying walls like sunburned skin

I can’t bind myself to this history, and to suns that bleed like molten lava

With love, Alyssa