Alicia Ledell
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♡ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ!♡
ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ...
ʜɪ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ! мy naмe ιѕ alιcιa ledell.
ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ.
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Through His Eyes - CH. 3
Chapter Three: A Whole New World "This food is DELICIOUS!" I exclaimed as I took my first bite of my meal and completely swooned. I was so used to eating nothing but microwavable foods, and snacks that I forgot what an authentic home cooked meal tasted like and Mason’s food was beyond that.
By Alicia Ledell4 years ago in Fiction
Morning Dew
17. Morning Dew Goodmorning misery, goodmorning pain. Seems like a nice day for my eyes to rain. My heart is pounding inside of my chest with an ache so painful I cannot progress. I keep thinking back on all those times we ran around having good times. With a heavy heart as full as mine these tears shining in the corner of my eyes. It's a nice day to wake up and cry. There's no one awake to dry tears from my eyes. It doesn't matter. I don't want them to see the ties on my heart that I hold on to deeply. Yet for some reason I lay here and cry...
By Alicia Ledell4 years ago in Poets
Closed Doors
15. Closed Doors Another door closes, slams into my face everytime I feel I'm close it's a sore mistake. Have hope, be kind, and things will go your way they say but unfortunately for me it's never been that day. Just a girl with big dreams in a city that's constantly failing but to no avail every path I take leads to a dead end. Why is this a trend? When will this end? When will happiness become apart of my life with consistents? I don't know how much more of this I can take! Another door slams into my face. Things got so bad I had to question if it's me. I had to grow up and change my personality. To be a sweet and thoughtful person was always the key at least to me. However, in a world like this a person like that will get squished and I couldn't allow myself to be walked over so I drowned the guilt by not being sober. Here it is, it's 2018 and here I am stuck at thirteen still that same sad, depressed, scared little girl who doesn't know a thing especially not about the pain that's coming. Oh but she will see! See that life isn't at all what it's cracked up to be. Another door slams shut in front of me. One thing I hate is feeling stuck. So imagine my discontent to be living in my tower locked away like Rapunzel. Plot twist, I locked myself away to escape the outside world. Why you ask? Well let me tell you boys and girls. Outside of my tower is nothing but a cruel world with even crueler people populating it. One that I'm tired of living in. Is this poem the beginning or the end?
By Alicia Ledell4 years ago in Poets
MISUNDERSTOOD
14. MISUNDERSTOOD Staring at me with wide blank eyes. You don't understand anything I'm saying do you? You don't get me and all of my complexities. I'm complicated, the last of a dying breed. I want to get through though. Take you on a trip where we can get too blowed, then stay up all night trying to figure out the mysteries of life. Do you remember those days? Days where we'd stay up late, talking on the phone both home, I no longer felt alone. Don't misunderstand. I knew God had a plan, but I didn't think I'd get a happy ending in the end. Long days, cold nights arguing about who's right. I looked at my neighborhood and realized I don't want this kind of life so everyday that I wake up I'm prepared to f*cking fight. Sometimes I get tired, sh*t gets hard I may get quiet and pull away but its not cause I don't love you it's just too much on my brain. I'm very anti, sometimes I talk too fast and mess up two lines and I'm not perfect but I accept that. Even when they tried to break me down by calling me too fat and saying my neck's black. Funny, those are the same people that were trying to get a text back. I still cried. F*CK 'EM, it's all cool though I'm used to being misunderstood, confusing them is my motto. Why take the time, then waste the time on explaining sh*t that you'll twist and mingle? December 1st was the last day I was single... before I met him. My prince charming along with a dog the size of a horse. I never knew that life could force, but it did. I changed. The day I met him things were never the same. Except for one thing that remained, they still misunderstood however this time my eyes were still dry. I was so caught up in him,
By Alicia Ledell4 years ago in Poets
