#altlit poems on Hello Poetry

vanessa fonseca Sep 2014

i guess its september and i dont know what im talking about or why im talking

in 5 out of six classes i almost cried
i dont know why
i fell asleep next to this computer and banged my head on it 7 times during the night
sometimes i become self aware and become as small as possible
today i made a smoothie
and felt unhappy with my body
i want to leave the internet for a long time
and wear a hat at every moment of every day
i really hate food most of the time
im going to bake a cake
no actually thats a terrible ******* idea
okay
whatever
today on the 40 minute bus ride to school i was daydreaming about throwing up blood endlessly
i get a lot of comfort from standing near someone
i do not know how to explain it
there are so many people i appreciate and i dont know how to tell them

#lit #alt #altlit #steve #roggenbuck #steveroggenbuck

vanessa fonseca Sep 2014

luv poem for everyone that im making up as i type right now right here. also love and luv are two totally separate things

oh wow, i luv u
normally i’d be eating pizza but i luv u
i luv u too much to eat food
but i dont luv u enough to not think about the food
(which makes me sad)
i luv u so much that i wish i looked like u
because i luv ur looks more than my looks
yesterday my mom bought a lazer pointer for my cat to play with
this morning i used tht lazer pointer
and the cat went wild n chased it up the stairs
the cat is me and the lazer is u
<3
nice

#lit #alt #altlit

vanessa fonseca Sep 2014

11 PM in September

i can always leave

why can't i become smaller than this
why can't i become so small that i can hide somewhere forever

i don't know where you are
but i'm hugging you in blanket form

i wish i could play with your hair

#altlit

vanessa fonseca Sep 2014

day dream

in dim lighting we’ll smell coffee and with blurry vision everything resembles the way things look through a kaleidoscope-
light shades of purple and blue
the dream is this
we don’t feel lonely like this
i’m hugging this blanket too tightly

#daydream #lit #alt #altlit

Coral May 2014

Maybe

So maybe he touched my soul
And claimed it was old
Stole it
With honest intent
To never return it to my body

So maybe he touched my hips
And sank his teeth into my lips
Ripped them
With honest intent
To never hear me speak

So maybe he drank my tears
And extracted every fear
Before walking
With honest intent
To leave me dehydrated

#love #poem #poetry #thoughts #emotion #personal #literature #draft #alternative #altlit

neko May 2014

bro do u even fathom the transcendent reality contained in a single wood chip molecule

hey buddy did u know that under a powerful microscope a wood chip resembles our universe just let that sink in

we are so small we are so fricking small ok u hav to make yrself known or else u'll forever be nothing but a tiny floating speck

is that what u want to be for the rest of yr life??? a **** fricking speck no i dont think so

thats some horton hears a who type **** ok thats not ok

u know what else

no matter how known u make yrself u will always be just a tiny little speck but hey u know what

some specks can be bigger than other specks and this is not always physical

sometimes the traces u leave behind are bigger than u will ever be

so make a **** impact

voice yr stupid dumb beautiful opinions and voice them loud

be the tiniest speck and climb up as high as u can get and fricking shout at the top of ur little speck lungs

we are here were r here we r here and all that good jazz u kno

did i just write a poem about horton hears a who *******

shoutout to dr. suess for being a radass motherhecker thats some deep crap right there ****

#altlit

Coral Apr 2014

io sono

I am a rock at the edge of the ocean.*

I am standing.

I am a rock at the edge of the ocean, and I have survived bitter winters, surrounded by frozen waters and melting summers engulfed in the airs sweat. Yet every year without fail I still transcend into spring. I am engraved by each and every form that grazes my surface, and I am still standing.

In the sunlight I absorb rays of temporary hope and in the black of the night I reflect the moons delicate face, with her eyes fixated on the rough exterior that surrounds my soul. I blush with a grey stone coat, overwhelmed by her attention. I fluster, but I am still wedged deep beneath the sand. I am still standing.

I am shelter for all of those helpless creatures underneath who long for safety. I am a gateway for the droplets of rain searching for home, I let them trickle down my spine until they find the mystic blue they have always dreamed of. I am standing for them. I am standing for you.

I am a rock at the edge of the ocean.

I have been touched by its still waters and washed over by its forceful waves, and just when I believe that I am drowning, mother nature guides me above. My granite heart is pounding and I am gasping for life to enter my lungs as I rise from its salty essence.

Realisation occurs, I am still standing.

I have been ignored and admired by passers by, I have experienced love and loneliness. Sometimes my thoughts near convince me that I am crumbling and decaying into the grains below my feet, professing that I belong in the quicksand. But thunderstorms don’t last, and after the thick of it I will remember that I am still standing.

I am not just a rock at the edge of the ocean. I am me and I am you. I am not just standing, I am everything I’ve ever imagined.

#prose #altlit

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