Things That Comfort Me. . .

The things that comfort me the most are my best friends; by far, they are the most important things to me. I feel like the luckiest person in the world to have best friends like Elsa, Virginia, Mya, Luis, and Charlie. They always make me smile and laugh, and they brighten my day when I am feeling sad. They remind me that I am loved. I know they will always be there for me when I need them most, just as I would be there for them. Sometimes all I need is a good cuddle, and they are always there to be my cuddle buddy. Yay Friends! :D

Another thing that comforts me is music. I listen to a lot of music and I try to listen to something that matches my mood, but sometimes my mood is what changes to match the music. The majority of what I listen to comes from Silverstein, Placebo, The Smiths, Sleeping With Sirens, and Pierce The Veil. I always listen to music when I am sad, and the music comforts me but some of them are still sad. ; 'Call It Karma (acoustic)' and 'November', by Silverstein, 'Running Up That Hill' and 'Sleeping With Ghosts', by Placebo, 'Asleep' and 'That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore', by The Smiths, 'If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn' and 'All My Heart', by Sleeping With Sirens, 'Caraphernelia' and 'One Hundred Sleepless Nights', by Pierce The Veil.

Other things that comfort me would be sleeping, daydreaming, cuddling with my cat (or anyone else who will cuddle with me), drawing, reading, and watching YouTube videos. My favorite youtubers to watch is MattG124 and UnderDetention. Their videos are sometimes stupid but they will always make me laugh anyways.



                                                                                                                             - Alyssa Schnell

Alyssa

A flower blooms through insanity and chaos

Replacing it with intelligence and order

The petals pigments bleed together, color after color

The lush smooth petals project a song

Like a peaceful symphony whispering in your ear

A melody for only you to hear

Each beloved friend that holds the bud in their hands

Sees the reflection of themselves

The good and the bad are clearly visible in it

No matter; the colors shine brighter and pleasure their eyes

It holds on affectionately as they hold it closer

But the truth does not sever them

The beating of their hearts pulses through the flower

The warmth of their hands makes it grow strong

And though it is intertwined with all of them,

It grows alone

Calmly reaching out, seeking its own path, leaving them behind

But they are the foundation, making all wonders for it possible

The flower thrives through any weather

It blooms its biggest blossom, the petals dancing around it

Rejoicing in harmony as it begins to rain gently

The water soaks the petals; making them soft, releasing

A sweet scent that kisses the raindrops and

Seen through the crystal drops are the small reflections

Of the beloved friends who loved the flower since it was a bud.

~Love me more than anyone else

and I will love you no matter what

                     

                                                 - Alyssa Schnell

Alone on an alien planet I once called home. . .

              

                Everyone else is an alien. How did I ever miss that? I cannot see anyone through the same eyes anymore. Is my family even my family at all? My parents? It is as if they are strangers to me now. They take me to school in the morning, and I try to act normal. I do not want them to be suspicious of me knowing what they are. School is even worse. All the weird things they do, that normally did not mean a thing to me, has made my mind scramble for answers. If they are all aliens, what do they know that I do not? I am afraid to touch them, to talk to them, I cannot even look them in the eye – can they read my mind? Can they tell I am different? I suppose I would be the alien to them. I need to get out of here. My brain cannot wrap itself around this twisted thought of being among all aliens. Surely, what I have found must not be true, right? I should not get myself worked up. They will know for sure if I was the one acting weird. Maybe they do not know. After all this time, they have not treated me any differently. If I keep doing what I have been doing, there should not be a problem now. But what would they do if they did find out???   

                                                                                                                                     

                                                                                                                                            ~ Alyssa Schnell

What Goes Through A Pinata's Head . . . .

                  I sat on the table, hidden behind big boxes of various colors and designs. They each had been viciously torn open. Many of the creatures here eat the shiny wrapped things inside of me. The thought of getting their hands on one makes them come running and screaming. They grab me and hang me on a tree branch by the back of my neck. They begin to crowd below and poke at me, eagerly wanting the candy. They grab a baseball bat. oh crap. Each of them beat me with the stick, spinning me around and shaking my insides. The more they try the harder they hit me. Eventually they had broken off my leg, a few pieces of candy fell and they all swarmed to it as if they were starving animals. However, the candy only encouraged them more. They began to beat me vehemently and more of my candy spilled onto the grass. Then one of them knocked my head off. They all screamed and snatched the candy, pushing each other over in the process. One of them jumped up, ripped my body off the string, shook out what was left inside of it, and then threw it aside. If I had tear glands, I would cry at the sight of these savages.

                                                                                                                                      - Alyssa Schnell