Alisha Matthews

  • Person A: I’ll babysit, not the whole day, I’ll pick him up at 12pm and drop him off at 4pm.
    Person B: ooh grandma letting him go.
    Person A: No we have to kidnap him when she not looking.
    Person B: So how you saying the time so loud for her to hear.
    Person A: It don’t matter she going to be out running errands.
    Person B: You hear that…[Read more]

  • The power of a toy is always undersized in a child’s life. Something a little girl must grow attached to, only to someday grow out off. But for this little girl her doll serves as a memorial to a Mother not so forgotten. A doll with long brown hair and blue eyes, that wears nothing but rags so she can afford to take care of her only child. Even t…[Read more]

  • Choices of Love
    By Alisha Matthews

    Love is EXQUISTE,
    it is kind, and reoccurring.
    It puts the contents of your heart under DIRECT ILLUMINATION,
    like a fountain under the moon light.
    LOYAL like a Patriot up for the fight.


    It’s a SHADOW.
    An indirect form of TORTURE,
    that can hit you—at any moment—coming at 180mph. BAM!…[Read more]

  • Go back to the 90s and early 2000s.
    Where a boy in yellow a shirt and navy-blue pants,
    can walk alongside a girl in a plaid skirt, hiding his s
    Her stockings are way too high.
    A time where an innocent girl could walk home alone and know she was going to make it home.
    A time where there were no innocent bystanders
    and everyone in the…[Read more]

  • Let’s go back to the 90s and early 2000s.
    Where boys in yellow shirts and navy blue pants,
    can walk along side girls with plaid skirts whose
    Stockings are way to high.
    A time where children could walk home alone and know they were going to make it home.
    A time where there were no innocent bystanders
    and everyone in the neighborhood l…[Read more]

  • Roses as heavy as boulders,
    leaves stiff like boards.
    The gnomes guarding this garden are trained with samurai swords.
    With frosty dragons breath as the first line of defense,
    my false goat’s beard have nothing left to protect.
    This colorful and blossoming garden can only photosynthesize passion and strength.

  • Your love is like a cotton candy machine
    you spin me, like a carousel in the middle of my dream.
    The place where popcorn pops like a gun,
    and kids move swift like a bunny for fun.
    Where movie time becomes unity,
    a unity as close as you and me.
    -Alisha Matthews

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