Onion Heart: the Selected Works of Alise Versella, Volume Two: Peel Back Your Layers
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Alise Versella
Born in New York and raised in New Jersey, Alise has always had a fondness for notebooks. Every trip to the drugstore with Grandpa resulted in the purchase of yet another Meade notebook. That infatuation with the crisp, clean pages of yet to be filled notebooks, and a voracious appetite for reading, grew into a desire to write poetry that would express what was in her heart. These poems are imaginative, inspirational, and thought provoking. High school and community colleges have awarded her with Teen Art Festival accolades and honor awards for creative writing two years in a row. People come and go out of our lives, but Alise believes they imprint something of themselves onto us. That impression leaves us to re-evaluate ourselves. Our reflections muddy for a moment and we must re-asses. People change us undoubtedly, but through her poems at least this young author will never lose herself.
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Onion Heart - Alise Versella
© 2012 by Alise Versella. All rights reserved.
Cover illustration by Jackie Salemme
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Published by AuthorHouse 10/31/2012
ISBN: 978-1-4772-8346-2 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4772-8227-4 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-4772-8350-9 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2012921122
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CONTENTS
Self Reflection
Wants: Part Two
Deformation
Trapped
Wandering Girl
The Things I’ve Built
Whole
Fade to Black
The Root of the Problem
The Sincerest Form of Flattery
Winter Face
Exhaled Light
Speechless
Leaving Home
Show Yourself
Transfiguration
La Boheme
Apocalypse
Forgotten City
Dreamers Weep
Throw Caution to the Wind
Eternal Dreamland
In Dreaming, Slumber
Artisans
Alien
In Ounces
Death of Light
Under the Tents at Bryant Park
Polite Society
Poems for J.
Perfect Autumn Day
Creatures of Rag and Bone
La Vie en Rose
Mannequins
Rigor Mortis
Photographs
Present Tense
Magic Can’t Fix You
Seasonal
At Dusk
A Sudden Downpour of Memories
Miserable Me
The Best Months are fleeting
Mornings are the Worst Part
Coffee Pot Melancholy
In Conversations
Sticks and Stones Lover
Mirrors worth Breaking
I Beg You to Lie
Starve a Fever, Feed a Cold
Light Footed
Departure
Everything but . . .
Love Revisited
Love like Arts and Crafts
You’re Like Peter Cottontail and I Don’t Want You in My Garden
Garden Green
Love Eclipsed
In Just Spring
Above All I’m Forgiving
August Lover
The Ills of Fall
Octopus
Ariel
Beastly
Bookend Memories
Zombie Hearts are Always Resurrected
Farming
How’d You Get So Happy with Your Big, Subtle Nothing?
Olympiad
The Demise of a Muse
Senility Trees
In the Bark of a Redwood Tree
For Sisters
For S.L.V
Birdlike
Blood Sisters
Frankenstein’s Hospital Bed
Live for Discoveries
Poems for Witch Babies
Witch Baby
Mother Earth
Demeter
The Pierces
Body Makeup
Free of Form
Anatomy 101
A. Nervosa
Vegetable Garden
Layers
Construction on the Internal Tracks
Persephone Searching
About Face
Spirituality
The River
Out of Nature’s Quiet Nights
Bodhisattva
Zephyr
Self Reflection
Wants: Part Two
Everybody wants to claim something as their own. People paint their skin with ink to claim the landmass of their own flesh, they raise that flag that says this is mine, and you can only enter if I invite you in. The raging storms inside our hearts are the waters only our vessel can brave—you have to own at least your own heart before you start claiming other possessions . . . I never wanted very much, material things only last for as long as they hold one’s interest. I wanted to see the world, travel to little hole-in-the-wall places, I wanted to meet new faces, people who didn’t know me, couldn’t judge me based on the preconceived notions of their peers. I wanted my words to fly across the pages of everybody’s morning newspaper, I wanted to be heard, but no one listens to the voices of youth. The youth of America is wasted. I’m still young but I feel it, the wasting. Something keeps me held back and I’d like to think it’s not fear for what’s fear but lack of strength? The strong don’t fear much. The ones who have the muscle, the money, or the power, or simply have that desperate determination to have more than what they were given, no, those people don’t fear much at all. Where did my strength go, my dreams and the innocence of youth; that wild rebellion that makes the elderly shake their canes while we shake up the system? Where did wanting go because I desperately want it to come back. When you have nothing left to want you sit and grow content with what you have . . . I don’t know what I want anymore . . . but growing content with the nothing I have is absolutely not an option.
I yearn for independence, freedom . . . to make my mark; leave a stain on the manicured lawns and white picket fences of suburban America, I want to make a mess just because I can and no one can tell me no anymore . . . I want to make my own mistakes because life is so dull without them. I need to walk on the very edge of the ledges you built because life has more meaning when you realize how fleeting it becomes. I want to feel a rush of adrenaline because there comes a point, very soon approaching, when no rush can ever bring