I LearnedHoney, whatd you learn in school today?
I learned that the world is cruel. I learned that people will try to take your dreams. They will try to rip them into tiny little shreds and then burn them; burn them until theyre only ashes and theres no proof they existed. Theres only the memory, and youll start wondering if the memory was only a dream.
I learned that they do this because someone did this to them; because theyll feel better if they drag you down into a pit of hell with them. It makes them feel like theyve won. Ive learned that sometimes, youll be just like them. Sometimes, youll rip someone elses dreams just to win.
I learned losing a dream feels like someone electrocuted your nerves; I learned that electrocuted nerves hurt like hell. I learned that sometimes you have to cry; theres no other choice and you have no control over it and you dont like it at all, no, you dont.
ConstellationsTwo teenagers - a boy and a girl - stand alone on the hill, the wind forming ripples in the soft fabric of her dress. For her, their silence is comforting; a necessary break from the gossip of their peers. The chirping of crickets in the background is strangely relaxing to her, like the sound of running water is to some people. Hes studying the stars while chewing his lip in thought; a small smile on his face. Shes memorizing his facial features, trying to find small details that she might have overlooked earlier this week.Constellations6 years ago in General More Like This
She breathes in the humid air, fresh from the rain this morning. Whatre you thinking? she asks quietly, tucking her hair behind her ears.
He hesitates a moment before replying, I was comparing love to constellations. He taps his fingers against his legs nervously, waiting for her to laugh at him like some other people would.
She doesnt. Instead, she considers the idea and tries to understand his view. Well, that
remember.i. remember -remember.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how you were
that day and how i
took the first step
a. you told me that
sunsets are more beautiful
endings are always lovelier
ii. remember -
the way you
twirl my hair,
hold my wrists,
kiss my heart.
b. you collect my tears.
you put them in a jar,
hide them under your bed.
you say that, this way,
you have my bad memories;
that they're not mine
iii. remember -
how i asked if
you would ever
how you said
c. you were wrong.
was more beautiful
than our sunset.
I'm HidingDear World,I'm Hiding6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Im behind the makeup; over-done, ostentatious, not-really-me makeup. But it makes me feel better. Do you understand? I dont think you do. See, I have all these horrible problems with myself. Theyre internal problems; problems with how I look, problems with how I act, problems with me.
If I cover myself up, maybe I can pretend the world will see me better; they might see who I want them to see. But more importantly, maybe Ill see who I wish I could be. I can fool myself sometimes, when Im lucky; and thats all that matters to me. Its borderline-obsessive, but I dont really worry about that anymore. Its too late to solve that problem. Isnt it?
I like who I pretend to be, either way. Shes so much nicer; so much prettier.
Do you understand yet?
Im hiding behind the lies.
The lie I tell the most is my smile. Its fake; horribly, disgustingly fake, but the world seems
missing.i remember how you found me digging through boxes in my closet one day.missing.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'what're you looking for?' you asked.
'i'm not sure,' i replied.
you looked at me, confused. 'you don't know what you're looking for?' you asked. i only shook my head.
because i never know what's missing or what i'm looking for; only that something is lost. misplaced.
but maybe the only thing misplaced is me.
'what do you think of yourself?' you asked me the next day.
'what do you mean?' i replied.
'i mean,' you paused for a moment. 'how do you see yourself?'
a telephone was ringing on the t.v. in the silence that dragged on. you turned away from me, and i could tell you didn't expect me to reply.
i didn't, either, but i surprised both of us.
'well,' i said. 'maybe... maybe i'm a fish born without gills. or maybe i'm a bird that refuses to fly. maybe i'm a treasure chest, locked and full of surprises - or maybe i'm just empty.
maybe i'm like fog, confusing and mindless and almost impossible to see through.
colors and dino speech.i tried to catch youcolors and dino speech.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a shining, pure white star
for your present,
but it escaped my fingers.
(if you want to,
we could climb onto a roof at night
and pretend that we are
among the stars.)
and maybe we would end up
catching a dream.
we should get paintbrushes
and paint everyone's heart
the purple of sunsets.
maybe we're all like
beta fish. maybe we're all
secretly fighting our
(if you were a beta fish,
you'd be a gorgeous
deep blue one.)
maybe you and i
are two different shades of
different, but alike enough
to understand the other.
'i love you'
BreatheShe says:Breathe6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel like this.
(She makes a fist.)
And its like
I forget to breathe.
But Im still alive,
My hearts still beating.
Im just not breathing.
I dont want
To breathe -
Id rather suffocate
Than feel like this.
I Loved You OnceThe words come outI Loved You Once6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A jumbled mess
Of two piles
That never should have been
I didnt say it right.
Hear what I didnt say;
Answer the unasked
I loved you once.
I still love you.
capturing memories.if life is like a cakecapturing memories.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the smiles are the pieces,
i'd save the biggest one
whenever you feel like you've
fallen, and you can't get up,
and you don't believe in yourself -
well, i'd offer you my wings,
but they're broken, too,
and you deserve better.
[i'll just offer you my hand,
instead, and i hope it'll be
sometimes, i wish i could capture memories
and put them in unbreakable glass jars.
that way, i'd never forget anything
about you, and i'd never forget
all the times you've made me smile.
you'll never be alone.
even if the world abandons you,
i'll always be here. always.
[all you have to do is look for me.]
unwritten wordsI wrote youunwritten words6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(but still sweet)
love poem on a
sheet of paper,
and when I was through,
I realized that
my pen didnt work.
so when you read it,
please realize that
I did have things to say -
just nothing to say them with.
letters.dear amber:letters.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
instead of having pillow fights,
we'll have marshmallow fights -
or try to, because
we'll end up eating all the ammo.
the melodies you play
on your flute are beautiful,
i'm sure, but
they could never be as beautiful
as your heart.
if i could heal all your wounds
and erase all your scars,
but all i have
is this pikachu band-aide.
if you're ever feeling down,
we could play games of
checkers, and you would always win
and i'd tell you embarassing stories
and secrets about myself,
just to make you smile.
letters to myself.dear self:letters to myself.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes, i wonder where happiness goes
when it's lost.
i have checked
under my bed
for monsters and
there are none.
i have decided
the only kind of monsters
are the ones within
people, including myself.
i don't dream anymore.
i let the world
take my dreams from me
and throw them in the trash
because they said
'those will never come true'
and i believed them.
don't let them do the same
don't be afraid.
none of my wishes
have come true yet,
but this does not mean
i should stop hoping
and dreaming and
you can't make
people happy, and you can't
make them smile.
but you can still try.
i miss going outside
just to stare at the clouds walking
in the sky; tasting the air
and happiness; watching kids
play in the backyard next door
and not being a part of it
and being a part of it
all at once.
closing your eyes and
locking the doors and
praying this all goes away
will not sh
our breakup sounded like...our breakup sounded like people screamingour breakup sounded like...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fuck! yelled into ears that just werent
listening; glass breaking like
hearts. throwing rocks against the
wall. falling. breaking bones. the crickets were
silent; i think they were
sorry for us. our breakup sounded like
doors slamming and people
leaving without saying goodbye or
even looking back.
late night secrets.i. have you ever been so hungry that, when food is finally ready and it's burning hot, you're not willing to wait?late night secrets.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
because i want to love someone like this. love someone so much it doesn't matter if i get burned. love someone so much that it just. can't. wait.
i want to love someone so much that i'm not afraid anymore. not afraid of the consequences, of getting hurt, or of losing myself. i want to love someone so much that it's consuming and i can do nothing but love, love, love.
ii. sometimes, i wish i didn't have so many shots at a decent future. sometimes, i wish the only future i could ever have would be in writing. maybe then people would leave me alone to chase my passion.
[i hate this about myself. i hate that i can't just be grateful for what i have. i hate this secret.]
iii. i worry that one day, when i call up a friend, she'll answer the phone and ask, 'who's speaking?'
i'll say, 'alyssa.'
she'll ask, 'who?'
my greatest fear is being forgotten.
iv. when i ca
snapshots of dreams.i. despair.snapshots of dreams.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think my hope is trapped within the suns rays, and it falls out of reach, into unfamiliar hands.
despair is left to shadow my footsteps, following me home.
the doors lock snicks shut, but sorrow still worms its way into my core, bringing up old memories.
my hope is stolen again.
[and with the disappearance of another second off the clock, we are pushed farther apart.]
Can you hear the airplanes crashing; stars falling into black holes to be forgotten?
Soon, too, the rainbows will give up on us and disappear, never to be seen again.
Im afraid the angels will one day scream, throw down their halos and stomp on them.
But now, time bombs start ticking, and I only fear one thing more than their explosions.
[It's the moments of silence I've been faced with since you said goodbye.]
I am dreaming of soft skies under which we could hum wordless lullabies;
of fog-filled minds saying nonsensical things that we would somehow understand, anyway.
but she loved you.she is the girlbut she loved you.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that doesnt want you to fall in love
with her. the one that
wears dirty red ribbons in her hair
because she feels like she
deserves the dirty feeling.
she is the one that
will not wait for you
even if you waited forever for her.
she doesnt think she deserves you.
and this is going to break her,
slowly, and shes going to bite
her tongue and bleed because
shes sorry she ever wasted your time.
ways to say goodbye.i. i want to make your heartways to say goodbye.6 years ago in Other More Like This
bleed and laugh and cry and
smile and feel instead of just
yawning from lack of love, but
i'm afraid being around you
makes me too empty to do so.
ii. i'm sorry. it hurts
too much to explain.
iii. go to sleep. i'll be here when you wake up.
except you weren't. you lied, and you left.
and i'm afraid to go back to sleep because i didn't even get to say goodbye.
iv. i think i'll be
like the city of
atlantis and pull
a disappearing act
out of your life.
secrets.i. when i was little,secrets.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i would pick grass
and throw it in the wind
because i liked knowing
that i could destroy
something other than
ii. ive never made
a wish on my birthday
or on a shooting star
because i dont know
are worth wishing for.
iii. i tell people that
my favorite color is
ocean blue, cerulean blue,
but actually, it is
the color of your heart.
iv. there is always
snowflakes.in july, i cut out paper snowflakes and colored them rainbow, then taped them to the inside of my window.snowflakes.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"what's with the snowflakes?" you asked, confused, when you noticed them.
"i like snowflakes," i replied simply.
"but it's july. it never snows in july, so why put snowflakes up?" you asked, still puzzled.
i said, "because if a miracle happens and it does snow, the inside will match the outside for once."
you asked, after a moment's pause, "why color them rainbow?"
"because not everything is black and white."
but you never understood. later, you tore them down, and i caught you feeding them to a candle's flames.
it was foggy the day you left.
i made a handprint on your back window so you'd have something to remember me by.
but, like memories, it slowly faded.
i wrote you a letter.
i miss the way you drew hearts on my hand; the way your hair looked in the wind. i miss the color of your eyes and the way your skin felt on mine.
i'm still trying to decide if i miss <i>
beginnings and endings.we have an odd kind of beauty,beginnings and endings.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
here. it is like buildings burning
in the sunset, because
this is the end but i think
that we are
about to start again. and ive
never been one for beginnings,
and neither have you, but we are
going to make this work. because this
reminds me of stories about people
who are in so much pain that they are
in shock and they cant speak right,
and their vocabulary consists mostly of
the word fuck, and they want to die but
the beauty is that they are still
living. im not completely sure
this is the point of life, but thats okay.
i think life is more about the
pain than the happiness. its like sticking
needles in your skin for treatment,
isnt it? and even if it is not --
even if im wrong, even if
submitting to you was the worst mistake,
even if this beginning kills the ending,
even if you end up breaking me --
i think ill be alright.
because i think were all already broken inside.
happy endings.vi. im not sure that ihappy endings.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
know how to cope
without you. i guess its a
good thing that i am a
v. the roses were beautiful
while they lasted.
iv. you never should have given me
those roses. they are going to die, and
i am going to press them, put them in
a huge book that ill never open again,
and i am going to forget about them.
you told me they stood for love, and i said
ill do the same when that dies.
iii. i told you that i have all these
holes. you told me that it was okay;
that i could be this huge hole
and nothing else
if thats what i wanted to be
and you said that i was
a hole worth falling into.
ii. i asked you:
do you think that we could
run to the moon and just
there? do you think
anyone would notice our
absence, and if they did,
would they even
care? and would you
like to run away
(id love to run away with you.)
i. you promised me a happy ending.
so Im telling our story
dreamland.time does not seem to pass here.dreamland.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
time never passes in dreams, she told you once. and shes right.
but you wish time would pass here, because maybe that would make this real. because his skin is soft as dust and just as fragile on yours. because hes kissing you like he may never see you again - and in all honesty, he probably wont.
and you wish you didnt have to wake up.
youre sobbing now, betrayal like a weight too heavy to lift; your heart like a twig that got snapped.
alone in your room, face masked by shadows, you remember what she told you the last time.
all diamonds are made from pressure; pressure and heat. so maybe this is making you into a beautiful diamond.
and you remember wanting to say:
but what if the pressure only makes this piece of coal into dust?
but you didnt, because the promises emanating from her lips about better times soon to come were too beautiful to taint. they reminded you
Today I DreamedToday I dreamed.Today I Dreamed6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I dreamed I was a bird. I wasnt sure what kind; I didnt take time to pick one. But if anyone cares, I think it was a bluebird. Or maybe a mockingbird.
I decided Id be the kind that never left home. Id be happy at home, I think. Youd be a bird, too, and Id find you and wed have little birds and wed build a nest and wed be happy. Together. Isnt that what matters?
But the thing Id like most about being a bird is the wings. Id be able to go anywhere, anytime. And even though I wouldnt, I still could. Its the idea of freedom that really matters.
I dreamed I was the sky. Everyone would have to see me, wouldnt they? They could judge me, and they could hate me, and they could criticize me and they could laugh at me; but at least they would know me.
Maybe a few people would end up loving me, anyway, if they could really see me. Maybe you would love me, too.
I dreamed I was a fire. Because
nuclear wars of the heart.this is hownuclear wars of the heart.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nuclear wars of the heart
fireworks are really
just another kind of
explosion, did you
[you are causing
to implode within
there is a
a fault line
you like to cause
that shake my whole
[but this crack
is only getting wider.
could you please fill it up
hopes and dreams?]
did you know that?
but you could also
[all you have to do
months of the year.october:months of the year.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
was when i met you.
we were in a coffee shop. it was stuffy and crowded, but it smelt like hope and the coffee was decent.
you sat down next to me, quietly, and neither of us said anything as you watched my coffee get cold.
'why?' you asked softly.
'i don't like getting burned.'
it's a shame i ended up getting burned anyway.
i had this incredibly eccentric neighbor.
she put her christmas lights up at the beginning of november. i never understood why.
most of the lights ended up dying by december.
and then i thought of the lights as the important people in my life, and i thought it was ironic how, in the end, they always ended up dying or leaving, too.
the first night it snowed that year, you brushed my hair out of my eyes and smiled. i asked, 'what are you smiling about?'
you said, 'i know what my new year's resolution will be.'
i asked, 'what?'
you said, 'i'm going to be more careful. my goal is to not break anything out of clumsiness.' and suddenly,