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Alyssa Feb 2018
A
Bluebird flits across the
Cerulean sky, always
Doomed to land to
Eat her precious
Food.
Goodbye, says the
Hungry bird to the
Insect it is about to eat.
Just a little bit longer til' you see the
Knight of death.
Lies, says the bug. No
Mouth shall stop my little heart. I say
No to the Knight,
Only a
Person could
Quell my
Remaining fear of her.
So, what shall you do, Bird of
The blue feather?
Unabashed, the bluebird
Vacated the nearby
Woods, only for the
Xylophagous insect to
Yelp out its displeasure at the bluebird
Zigzagging away from him.
Alyssa Feb 2018
I think of you all the time.
You are the object of my empathetic grief.
I am sorry for your loss.

I sit for you.
You have been wronged by this country, I shall not stand for its song until they have helped.
I have done my part.

I let my friends and family know I feel bad for you.
You are the daily topic around here.
Of course you would understand.

I plan on doing something for you, like donating a dollar or two.
You have been given money.
It surely is enough.

I reposted a meme about you.
You have been such a great sport about all this.
I sure do feel bad about your incident.

I pray for you.
You are in my daily thoughts and prayers.
You can do this.

I,
I see you.
I see what you have been forced through.
I am inspired by your unmeasurable pain, and move.
I am planning a way to help you.
I talk to the news
I talk to everyone I know
I send carefully worded messages to them all.
I send heart string tugging letters, begging for help.
What do they do?




They send back that you have my thoughts and prayers.
Thoughts and prayers are useless, they make no difference. What actually helps is action.
Alyssa Feb 2018
Bang!
I heard a firework go off.
I don't see any lights.
Oh, I think that was a garage door falling shut.
Or maybe someone slamming a door.

I don't want to think about what it might have actually been.
It's not like summer has come and gone months ago.
It's not like nobody has garages around here.
It's not like people slam doors loud enough for it to echo around the inside of my school.
It's not like I'm scared for me and my friends every time I enter the building.
It's not like that, I swear.

Everyone is scared.
Everyone is lashing out.
Everyone is on their toes.
Everyone is trying to become home-schooled.

We want to leave.
Not for boredom,
not for the next best thing.
But for safety,
for home.

Who's coming in the door next?
Who's going to stop them?
Who's going to survive?
Who is going to die?
  Feb 2018 Alyssa
kaj
ew you’re on your period
that’s disgusting
and whenever i get a "feminine product"
i have to hide it deep down where nobody sees it
but you see
we live in a world where our own girls are getting *****
i’m a girl, not a *** object
but in the eyes of a ****** that is
exactly
what
i am
but i’m not an object
i am a person
i am a life giver
just imagine if men were as disgusted in **** as they are with periods
in the sixth grade
when the word period was mentioned
the whole room would burst out in laughter
i am a girl
my lady bits bleed
and that’s what makes me strong
and that’s what makes me a young woman
and that’s what will make me a mother one day
so ew you’re on your period
that’s disgusting
is not an insult to me
Alyssa Feb 2018
There are legends about him
There are tales about him
Stories about him
Myths about him
Fantasys
Epics

He is the most well known legend
He is the most debated tale.
the most controversial story
the most recognized myth
most appreciated fantasy
most epic, epic

To many, that is all he was.
To others, he was history.
To some, he was their passion.
To me, he is more.
He is more than more.

He was so beautiful
He was so respectful
He was kind
He was fair
understanding
equal

But he was a person
With worries and fears.
He was able to lose,
was able to hate,
was able to be influenced,
able to make mistakes,
able to break down,
to grieve,
to fight,
to die.

My friend, my world shook when you were hurt.
My friend, my world was destroyed when you were taken.
I tried to stop it,
regardless of your hate for me.
**** fate. **** her.

My friend, you were missed.
My friend, you were cried over.
I tried to tell your lady,
but I couldn't.

Days past before I could move.
Watching you be taken before finally sending you away,
My friend, you were my world.
I had nothing left for your lady.

I have waited, and waited.
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
Years,
Decades,
Centuries.

The once and future king has not returned.
The bloodiest wars have past,
It is time for you to return,
new ones are upon us.
It is mankind's time
It is your time
We need you.
I need you
my love.
Alyssa Feb 2018
I wonder if I had wings.
Would I fly?
Would I fall?
Would I use them at all?
Alyssa Feb 2018
It hurts sometimes,
to continue standing tall.
I can look behind,
See them on the ground,
The ones ahead, reaching the stars.

It hurts sometimes,
Walking quickly, doubting myself.
Behind me, others struggle to drag themselves,
Across the expanse of the challenge.
The ones ahead are sprinting to the goals.

It hurts sometimes,
To not be able to see.
My eyes may be open,
taking in color, shape, detail,
But to truly see? For that, I wish

It hurts sometime,
to be alone, away from the strings
away from emotions
away from closeness
from dear friends
from family
the connections
the cues
dynamics
love

It hurts sometimes,
I want to be a part of it.
I'm not.

I want to be a part of it all.

It really, really does hurt.
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