About Me

Where there is change, I will embrace it. Where there is peace, I will relish it. Where there is revolution, I will stand. Where there is love, I will live.

Alexa Laing-Moore

Cranbrook

My Submitted Artview all

There is no artwork. Add Artwork

 

 

My Submitted Writingread all

  • An Ocean Fills My Torso - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    My ribcage and abdomen have been hallowed out With scapel and scoop; my organs removed. The sides scraped down to the flesh. All that remains are my heart and my lungs, Left behind to keep me alive. So as long as I breathe and as long as I beat The hope is that I'll see life through. Now my organs sit in a bowl at my side With intestine holding stomach for comfort. And before I'm sewn up, one step still is left: To fill me up to the brim. Someone came along to finish the job With a pitcher…  Read Full Story »

  • strange and surprising - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    I'll hazard a guess, And I'll assume, that I no longer occupy a space In that strange heart of yours. I'd be surprised to learn That you still think of me Fondly, with ghosts of emotion, From time to time. More surprising however, Is that after all this time My heart still lurches With the shadow of love, Of love, pain and regret. Memories still pierce, Like daggers laced with poison. Old angers still stir, faded laughter Brings the curve of a smile To lips that still tremble for you. Strange and surprising. I find it rather pathetic though, That…  Read Full Story »

  • && i saw more shooting stars - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    The trail of dark bruises You left on my neck -- Physical evidence of a night Full of lust and innocence -- Mirror the constellations We gazed at last night. As crickets chirped And waves crashed on the shore, We shed our clothing. Like silvery fish, silent and sure, We slipped into cool waters. My arms slid around your shoulders And your hands came up to meet mine As we pointed out the North Star, Cassiopeia, the Two Lovers. 'Til the time came when we both shook And goose flesh covered our skin.  Read Full Story »

  • strange thing, mystifying - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    I shall never know you as others do, Nor will I ever turn to you for the answers. There is no Holy Ghost moving within, Yet something still stirs in me When I look upon your face. I would not call it longing, or loathing for that matter. I seek only to understand you, Jesus. I do not not understand you.  Read Full Story »

  • Forget her, I write poetry for you - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    How I wish I were lush, Someone a little more worth your time. I wish my eyes sparkled and my words echoed in your head. If I could but catch your glance and make you wonder, Make you ponder and cause you to yearn, I'd be content. Your arms are like a bear trap, But tempting like the apple to Eve. If you would only set that trap, I'd be all too willing to be caught. How I wish I were magnificent. Someone you strived to be with. I wish you ached to hold me and fought for my affections.…  Read Full Story »

  • Foolish <3 - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    Foolish me waits up all night, Fishing for a single word To convey to me your still living, Still glowing embers of love. Foolish heart dares to dream Beyond all chance of slim H O P E After far too L O N G .  Read Full Story »

  • I hate to see you shaking - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    Dear Heart, Forgive me when I tremble, For I know you tremble too. This is a brand of anguish I never meant to give you. Now you're so tired up; Bound up in this most complex web Of old, recent, the new and the future.  Read Full Story »

  • Nightmare - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    Dreams of servitude plague my rest Causing me to wake with fear in my breast. From the time I wake, 'til I lay my head down, I wade through an ocean that would love for me To drown...  Read Full Story »

  • Strike up, Pipers! - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    The strings in my wrist Pulsating with crimson Ache to be played once more Let me draw that bow Across my pleading flesh Let release pour forth once more.  Read Full Story »

  • nice rack, - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    My feet fly across the snow, Go go, honey, go. 'Cause I know where to find you, I always know where to seek you out. No doubt, no doubt. And there you are, in the clearing. Here I am, swiftly nearing. Hold your magnificent head high. Hold your head high, 'cause you're the apple of my eye. Run fast my dear, run fast. The wolves won't catch us tonight. Run fast my love, run fast. The hunters can't shoot us tonight. Oh my deer, never fear!  Read Full Story »

  • Plea. - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    Pick me up, stand me on my feet. Please wipe the dust off my knees. I don't sleep, I hardly eat, Forgive me if I'm kind of weak. I caved under the weight of emotion, My foundations came tumbling down. I lost myself in all the commotion, The Red Sea rushed in and I drowned... I drowned in the sea that tasted of me.  Read Full Story »

  • Birds! - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    Two birds of a feather Are said to flock together. Or so they've said to me. But tell me then Why I am the wren Or a tiny chickadee, While you are an eagle Or Johnathan Livingston Seagull. Petite, pathetic next to your majesty.  Read Full Story »

  • a day late, or more - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    Dear sir. Today, I mourn. I'll don my black veil And my small lace gloves. Won't show my face in the street For ninety long days. You should have sent Out the funeral invitations At the time of death. This belated greif Is both bad timing And poor etiquette. Because the post arrived Too late for the date. And by the time I received the news, Your corpse had ensnared Most vicious maggots.  Read Full Story »

  • Consumer Rehab - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    Such fools we were, To believe you still lived As the person we knew, The one we want to know. If this is your brand of caring I'd much rather skip the checkout. If this is what you offer, Baby, I have to boycott. But you've become a habit Much like a needle in the vein, And the withdrawal is overwhelming. Please direct me to the detox.  Read Full Story »

  • My Marrow Loves You - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    I felt you in my bones from the very beginning And when the decay began, when they withered to dust, my bones still sang your name. My blood blushed red when you spoke my name. That rush of oxygen instigated A battle between heart and lung To see who could beat/breathe faster.  Read Full Story »

  • La Mer - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    My love is the Ocean That laps at your beaches, Begging you to dive in. Slip into the cool waters Of my affections. There's no need to hold your breath, 'Cause I would never drown you.  Read Full Story »

  • tremble & a shake - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    Be steady, little heart of mine. Tighten that jaw, stand firm Just a while, a short time. Your shaking will cease soon. Caught like birds in a cage, We're both so frantic, so panicked. We grow weaker with age When we should have grown stronger.  Read Full Story »

  • Men Were Deceivers Ever - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    Men and machines have assailed me before; Left me for shattered shards on the floor. He begged my attention but asked nothing more. Unbidden, my heart followed him out the door. With much haste and fervor I've thrown up my walls. Turned a blind eye to your beckoning calls. Mistrust is my surname; Bruised is my first. I hunger for your lips but for love I thirst. Come storm my castle, come brave my sea. Come riding up on your mechanical steed. Your Juliet, I am not--Beatrice suits me. For I value the word more than the deed.  Read Full Story »

  • We are Green - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    I hesitate, but place A tentative hand on your cheek. And I love the way your eyes close, How your breathing slows. It's making me weak. I can't begin to explain Why I'm this way with you: Turbulent and half wild, And oh so like a child. Could it be I'm into you?  Read Full Story »

  • screw makeup - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    I suppose I could always buy a new face. A new body, new emotion, new mindset, new place. But the question I ask still rings in my ears: Why can't I find the beauty on the surface?  Read Full Story »

  • feed me, Seymour, feed me! - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    I've felt your approach for sometime now, And I heard your steady breathing come near. Your weight settles on my bed--fears confirmed, With great stealth you creep forward, ever closer, ever close. Above all, it is your proximity I've cowered from. Held blanket and sheet over my face Hoping to drive out your banshee cry For nothing less could drive me from the sanctuary of mind. The soft silken whisper is all that betrays As you come searching for me. My own personal monster, my bestial tormentor Hungering for blood and milk. When I tuck my toes under the protection…  Read Full Story »

  • Could I burn it off? - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    A multitude of faces surround And I see glory in every one. But I'm still curled up on the ground. On the ground, on the ground. I'll rub dirt into my skin To hide the ugliness. It won't hide the horror within. It's under my skin, it covers my skin. Are my eyes so covered? Or is my mind simply poisoned? Is the truth merely smothered? Or is it uncovered, ugly uncovered?  Read Full Story »

  • you are so bloody inspiring - by Alexa Laing-Moore

    Uncertainty in every breath, every waking thought. Nightly battles I've frequently fought Wage in the dark catacombs of my mind. I've searched fruitlessly for what I can't find: The answers to questions that I once knew. What it comes down to, is do I love you? Once I certain, once I was sure. I had a disease with only one cure. You invaded my head and conquered my heart. But of me, you wanted and wished no part. There was a time when you were my saviour, There was a time when I understood your behaviour. I've lost myself in…  Read Full Story »

Need Help?

 
Copyright 2010 © Columbia Basin Trustdesign & development by bluebeetle creative