Nostalgia I brushed my hand against the small wooden desk and short stool in that dusty old shed. I stared at the crumbling dirty old paper that was curling at the edges that were hung on the wall, crayon and marker scrawled over it. I only hung up the ones we were really proud of. I crouched down and looked in our small plastic house in the corner. The little doll’s clothes seemed to have been nibbled on and the paint on the action figures had faded. The beautiful late afternoon sun shone through the musty window revealing little white specs dancing in the warm rays. I took the now dried up flower crown off the hook on the door. I put the small crown carefully on as to not break the brittle flowers. I reached into my work bag and pulled out a piece of paper that I’ve held on to since I locked this little place up. I placed the paper back in the middle of the other papers. I stepped back and sat in the middle of the floor gazing at the piece finally back on the wa
Falling Through Cloud Nine I’m falling down, down, down to the ground. I feel the wind in my hair as it gently presses against the aches in my body. You’re the one who caused my downfall.
We were once close. The time we shared together was sweet, but short. I began to crave for power and control. I was willing to do anything. I used the people I loved as steps up the ladder of success. I build up a tower made of ice until I reached the top of the world. I had forgotten my past self as my heart became guarded and cruel. Finally I sat on top of a throne that I sacrificed many souls for, and over time the frozen empire I had created became my only reality. Many years passed, but one day you showed up covered in blood and bruises caused by the unforgiving descent towards the top of the crystal skyscraper where I abode. Your trembling hands reached for mine. Even though yours were frostbitten, they were still warmer than my own brittle hands. Fumbling through your pockets, you
Why, My Love?You hold my hand, you kiss my cheek
My heart beats faster
My face heats
I love the feeling you give me,
But something’s not the same
but there’s a faint piercing sound in my head
Was that always there?
Was it always this loud?
Why do I feel so bitter in this sweet moment
I’m drowning in this love
I can’t get afloat
My heartbeat increases in a very different way
I can’t breathe
I can feel the pressure
Against my lungs
Against my flailing arms and legs
And against my heart
I’m crying with the pain
But with the water around me
There’s no way you could tell
A sweet faint voice comforts
It’s so familiar
“I love you.”
“I always will.”
“I’m so happy you love me back.”
“Everything will okay.”
It whispers in my ear as the water rushes into my lungs
This is it, my love
You’re such a sweet person
Your love is very beautiful and deep
I Apologize My LoveSee, now I must apologize my love.
I feel like many years have passed since then.
Were you the only lover I thought of?
Did I really only love you back when?
You still occupy my thoughts even now,
But I don’t know if it’s love anymore.
I keep holding on to our cherished vow,
And I think you are the one I adore.
My aching mind tries to make sense of this.
My bleeding heart cries but it’s all in vain.
I ignore my vexation and feign bliss.
I keep quiet and try to remain sane.
If I love you or not, I can’t foresee.
Why did you have to fall in love with me?
ICE I had a nightmare last night. I was taking my quiz for basic English vocab. I was doing fine until I got to a word unlike “cat” or “house”. I recognized the letters were “E”, “R”, and “O”, but I just didn’t understand what it meant. My classmates started to laugh and tease at me and the teacher looked at me angrily as if I did something wrong. It was a scary dream.
I woke to the smell of chorizo and eggs. It was a pleasant surprise compared to that nightmare. I threw on my favorite pink dress and went to the kitchen to find abuela making breakfast. “Buenos dias, abuela,” I said. “Buenos dias, Maria, or should I say brujita,” she replied looking at my crazy bedhead. I squeezed into our small bathroom were my mom was putting on her make up. She works at this office building and she says that she must look professional every day. She works really hard on every aspect of he