romance-isamystery
Alyssa's Writing Corner
This is where I write short stories, poetry, and headcanons. I have an AO3 where I write fanfiction called romance_isamystery.
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A poem about a girl I used to be friends with.
Sometimes, people change, and I knew that
But sometimes they change in a way you don’t expect
And that’s what happened to you.
I hoped to see you again, and I pondered on it for a while
Deciding to visit that old path we met
All those years ago, but you weren’t there
So, I followed the trail you took
When we talked for the last time
It took a while, but I made it
And I saw you at the end of the trail
But something about you changed
You still looked the same, maybe a little older
From the pictures posted online, you still loved sports
And the walls from your room were still painted pink
But you weren’t the talkative girl I knew
You were a little quieter
The conversations weren’t bombarded with questions
Like the ones we used to have
The people I knew you liked drifted away
But they were still there, as you said
And it makes me wonder, what happened
Between the day we parted and the day we met again?
Did you change between the years?
Or was it something I did?
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A poem about a guy I like </3
If someone asked me what I thought of you,
I would say that you are a good person.
But if you truly looked inside my mind
You’d see that there would be more that I would say
I would talk about the fireworks that explode
Inside my chest when I see you enter the room
The way you lips curve into a smile
Or how you say my name when you talk
Or the way you look imperfect to the point
My friends would make fun of me for
How unattractive you look
But I wouldn’t care what they think
At least not anymore
But, like most things I say
There’s just so much left unsaid, that I know
If you found out what I thought of you
My heart would sink into the pool
Of melancholic memories until it reached the bottom
Because you love her, and she loves you
And I know that I could not get involved
In something that is already aligned
In God’s design
So if someone asked me what I thought of you,
I would say that you are a good person
Anything that isn’t how I fell for you
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See you - poem
I like you more than just a friend
A phrase that you will never hear
Whispered from my mouth
But uttered to God above
As I fall asleep wishing
That you could see me
The way I see you.
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When she looked into his eyes
The memories of the past came
Flashing through her brain
But when he saw her
He had forgotten
Everything
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Murray Bauman Headcanons
He acts like he hates musicals but secretly sings various soundtracks when he's alone.
He was always the therapist friend and that's why he knows so much about relationships and certain issues.
As much as he knows about relationships, he wouldn't be in one himself.
If he existed in the modern world, his favorite singer would be Bo Burnham
Speaking of music, his favorite bands would be Queen and The Beatles.
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grow - a poem
When she was young
She tried to force herself
To grow up and act
Like she knew it all
But now she grew up
Picking up the broken pieces
Wishing to go back
To when things were different
Because she grew up
Way too fast
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fictional love - poem
Two worlds apart
A man and woman
Falling for the other
On pages of a book
With tears in their eyes
Whispering to themselves
"In another life"
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look my way - poem
Best friends are supposed to be
The ones who are always there
Who they know everything about
But you don't even look my way
When I walk into the room
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What if Harry was sorted into Slytherin instead of Gryffindor?
He wouldn't have been friends with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.
There would've been a lot of tension between the Slytherin House because of Draco and Harry's rivalry.
Due to this tension, he probably wouldn't have as much friends/support.
People would be more convinced he was The Heir of Slytherin.
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The Quiet Poet
She was a poet
With her coffee stained teeth
And ink stained notebooks
But no one ever knew
About the girl who wrote
Because she was the one
Who never spoke at all
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Forgivness
"I'm sorry" she says
Repeatedly
Every single time
But she never changes
She is still the same
When her colors spilled out
And I saw her for who she truly was
Yet again, she still expects me
To forgive her everytime
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Forgetting the future - poetry
She focused so much on what she once had
That she forgot to prioritize
What was in front of her
But when she realized
The mistake she had made
It was already too late
Her future was ruined
Because of the overwhelming emotions
That she felt during her time in the past
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A man who couldn't love her - a poetry piece
During the night, she would tell the twinkling stars
About how she loved a man
Who couldn't love her back
And didn't even know her name
She told them about his indigo eyes
The way he spoke so assertively
And how his light brown hair curled
In every which way
How he was so tall, he could touch the top
Of a doorframe without standing on his tippy-toes
The stars stared back at her
Wishing they could rewrite her story
Finding a way to make their paths meet
But sometimes, people don't get their happily ever afters
Right?
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A random short story I wrote
"I can't do it."
"What?"
"I can't fall in love with you."
Ophelia and Evan were standing in the rain in the front of their school. With each drop that fell on their skin, she felt the emotions stirring in her soul. They had been best friends since elementary school. Now, they were in sophomore year of high school.
"Ophie, just listen to me," Evan tried putting his hand on her arm and was about to say something, but she jerked away.
"Do you think I never saw the way you looked at my best friend? The way you fawned over her like a painting in a museum? I'm not stupid, Evan. You love her. I've seen the way you looked at her at your house. But you know you can't have her because she doesn't see you like that."
He looked like he was about to cry. He was in love with Ensley, but she didn't feel the same way. Ophelia was the only thing closest to her, even if they were different in personality and looks.
"I've been second to her since the day we met," she continued. "Ever since, she was the girl my mother would always compare. Saying, 'Oh, I wish you were more like her!' You couldn't understand the pain of that."
Ophelia was right. Evan never experienced the feeling of being compared to another child, let alone his own sister.
A car pulled up and there was Ophelia's parents. She walked over with her wet hair sprinting behind. She looked back at Evan for one last time.
"I loved you once. When you left, I grieved your absence. Once you realized you couldn't have her, you came back to me, knowing you could fix the broken heart you had. But, I won't fix it."
She turned away from him and marched toward the car, leaving him in the rain. Evan was drenched in water from the rain. Regret filled his mind, wishing he had never left her. But, it was already too late. The bridge was falling apart, and Ophelia burned it.
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