Burn.

 Aliens in my head, monsters under my bed. Too many skeletons in my closet, I wish that were not there.

Legends tell, of witches that live in a spooky fortress, deep in the very darkest part of the forest. Never leaving until I am found, the bodies of my past selves, past lives, buried deep beneath the ground.

Sucking in this new life, like a vampire drinking blood. Planting a various array of flowers, where my name was once written and smeared in the thickest of mud.

Where I once hit rock-bottom, now I will rise to the top. Never going to slow down, give in, give up. Never going to stop.

Slowly I've been ticking, now I'm releasing the pressure. I'm pulling the safety pin, releasing my grip on the lever. Fighting fire with fire, the flames from the explosion I caused burn brighter and brighter.

I'm rebuilding my life, one step at a time. Creating a whole new world for myself. My own safe haven. If I could do this all over again, I would. I wouldn't change a single thing. I just had to rediscover myself, and all the unique skills I could bring.

You called me, "weird", oh honey, don't you know? I'm limited edition. Taking my life back, I'm like an agent on a top secret mission.

I use your venom like an ember, until you did me the pleasure of triggering a spark. Thought you could burn me alive when no one was watching, but instead I use this new found fire to my advantage.

I am the 💥BANG!💥 To every explosion, watch me light up the dark.

- Alexandra Pierotti.

 

Blood.

 I followed the footprints in the snow alongside a trail of deep red blood. With each step I struggled to breathe, as I felt the buckle of my knees. The footprints and blood trail led me to a graveyard of the scariest sorts, to a tombstone that had my name on it.

Out of breath, I fell to my knees. And saw a bloody handprint on the tombstone. Fuelled by sheer curiosity and a fighting instinct to survive, I looked down at my hands...

…Covered in blood.

I placed my hand on the tombstone, on top of the bloody stained handprint. I realised in that moment, that the handprint was mine.

I looked around, trying my hardest to make sense of it all. I couldn't help but be filled with dread as I noticed how the footprints and blood trail had disappeared...

…That they never really existed.

The feeling of betrayal, pain and the deepest of sorrow escaped my being from within, in the form of a loud moan that echoed before fading into a soul splitting, bone chilling silence.

All of a sudden, everything went black. I accepted that this is how I died. That this is the exact spot that my fragile body must lie.

Quicker than a bolt of lightning striking the Earth, I could feel myself being teleported through time. Images of my life flashed throughout my mind. As quickly as this happened, it stopped.

I heard a voice telling me to open my eyes. I obliged. And was greeted with the beautiful warm morning glow of sunlight.

As I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes, I realised with a sense of familiar comforting peace, that all of it had been nothing but a dream. I have never been so grateful and truly happy to be alive. From this day onward, I swear, I am determined to make the most of my life.

- Alexandra Pierotti.

  

Cliff.

 I scale the cliff face.
Higher, and higher.
Until the world slowly
Disappears beneath my
Feet.

As I climb, sweat
Trickles in salty wet beads
Of sticky dew, down my brow.
I briefly look down as they
Fall and plummet to the
World disappearing below.

With each droplet that falls in
Silence, so does my worries,
Fears and hidden unaddressed
Anxieties.

My fingertips ache as I grip the
Rocky mountain wall.
As I climb higher still,
I come to my senses with
Each shaky breath that I exhale.

I forgive myself for all the hurt
I endure, and those who caused
My pain.

I ask God for His forgiveness
Of me.

Here, fear in non-existent.
It's just me, and the cliff face.
Firmly I believe, God's almighty
Protection holds me securely.
The safest of any safety harnesses.

Here, nothing else matters.
With each steady footstep I take.
God has my undivided attention.
Still, I keep climbing.
Always.

While there may be times where
I lose my grip, stumble, fall
And my heart breaks.
I will always find peace,
Contentment and comfort,
In knowing that, God saves.

- Alexandra Pierotti.

   

Eden/Mother Nature.

 My name is, Eden. Though you most commonly know me as, Mother Nature.

I am the Forest. The forest, is ME.
The forest, my Kingdom and I, its
Queen. Everything in the forest,
Perfectly orchestrated by me.
Every flutter of a butterfly's wings,
Every whistle and howl of the wind.
Every rustle of leafy branches that sway.
It's all me.

The choir of bird calls that sing in the
Forest, a perfect harmonious melody.
I am the thunder that roars, and lightning that
Sparks and crackles across the sky.
I am the familiar, comforting warm sun
And the refreshingly cool, crisp, 
Transparent air.

I am the rain on a peaceful night.
My voice a soft subtle lullaby, let
Me sing you to sleep.

I am a playful and mischievous imp.

Untamed.

I am a Spirit constructed by you,
Out of dreams come true, and
Dreams that are yet to be dreamed.

I am a dangerous, damaging natural
Disaster with destructive consequences
As a result of my intrusively impulsive
Actions.

I am adventure, mystery and
Breath taking discovery.
I am a world and dimension of my
Own.

I am the forever unsolved silent
Secret. A promise made to only those
I deem most worthy.
The true believers.

My beauty I reveal, to only the most fantastical.
The innocent captured and preserved, in the eyes
Of the pure and untouched.
Photographed, and displayed
Proudly on the mind's eye mantle.

That of children, and those
Who are a child at heart.
I love the children that go
Out of their way to visit the
Forest, as if they are my own.

The forest, provides for them a
Safe haven.
A place where they can feel at home.

The fallen branches, I carefully and
Strategically place along the forest floor.
Their own personal, make shift throne.

For I am, Eden.
To you I am probably known as, Mother Nature.
I am the sole guardian and protector,
Of  all life in every four legged
Living Creature.

- Alexandra Pierotti.

  

Change - This poem is dedicated to all the gloriously gory, glamorous Gothic girlies out there.

 I knew I had to make the change.
I knew things couldn't stay the same.
As much as I struggled with the internal
Battle to stay, I couldn't.
There was no other way.
My true self, was constantly
Calling my name.

So, I followed...

…I followed until I could see.
All the things I had been missing,
The true individual I was born to
Be.

I had to do what was right for me.
And teach myself to develop selective
Deafness to the comments of others,
Including the ones for who the longest
Time, I believed were closest to me.

Every second of every day,
I am able to divide and conquer.
Always and forever looking
Forwards.

Past the 'what once was' and into
The, 'what could and will be.'
I changed my hair and changed
My clothes, leading me to discover
My true personality.

Getting rid of the 'pretty in pink'
Lip gloss, now wearing heavily
Applied eyeshadow, eye liner pen and
Lipstick. The matte shade, one that
Is deep and as black as night.

I'm ditching the classic sneakers,
I'm trading up.
Wearing studded thigh-high
Chunky heeled pumps.

Not even a siren's song
Can sink me.
I am living my best life,
Embracing this much needed
Change.

- Alexandra Pierotti.

  

Ocean Spirit.

 The waves crashed firm but gently,
Against my shins. My bare feet
Sinking slightly ever so silently
Beneath the dense wet sand.

With each crashing wave,
I continued still to stand.
A sweet, salty reminder of
How powerful I am.
Nothing can keep me down -
No cruel word of mouth or
Push of  hand.

The setting sun glistened,
On my pale creamy white skin.
A warm glow filled my
Spirit, deep within.
Even as a young child,
I loved the ocean.

Seeing the circling, swooping
Of seagulls fly.
The Only time my Spirit
Felt truly alive.

As the breeze would play
With my hair, I would feel
At peace, not broken and
Without a care.

I close my eyes as I wish,
Hope and dream with all of my
Heart.

My deepest secrets I share with
The ocean, a single audible word
Between us never spoken.
The ocean carries my wishes,
Hopes and dreams.
Washing them out to sea.

Like a message in a bottle.
Until they reach their destination
True.

Making home in only waters,
Of the bluest of blue.
At night the ocean calls to me,
In my dreams I hear it sing my
Name.

On the shores of tranquil comfort,
There my Spirit stays.

- Alexandra Pierotti.

    

There Will Be Times.

 There will be times, when your patience is tested.
There will be times, when nothing makes sense
Leaving you feel restless.

There will be times, when your mind is eclipsed.
There will be times, when you feel lost.
However, I promise, that you will  find your way again.

There will be times, when you forget who you once were.
Only to remember, who you are.
There will be times, when someone you've known
For the longest time, becomes a stranger.

Then there will be times, when someone who
You have only just met feels as if you have known
Them your whole life.

But most importantly, there will come a time,
When you know, you've made it.

- Alexandra Pierotti.