Christmas Is Here, Bringing Good Cheer by Sassafras-Tea, literature
Literature
Christmas Is Here, Bringing Good Cheer
Christmas Is Here, Bringing Good Cheer
Snow fell gently down from the heavens. A castle, dark and filled with centuries’ worth of memories, came into view. Waves crashed into the rocks that the castle set upon high in the air. The gray sky became darker as the sun set up ahead.
A figure stood outside the castle, narrowing their eyes up at a certain window.
They snuck into the old building and looked around cautiously.
No one in sight, they thought with satisfaction. They pulled the hood of their cloak over their head and quickly went up the long flight of stairs.
In a room, a young girl sat on her bed staring out her fogged window.
Merry Christmas, Alyssa! (Poem) by Sassafras-Tea, literature
Literature
Merry Christmas, Alyssa! (Poem)
Merry Christmas to a queen
on this holiday of red and green.
Though we've not met a single time,
I'm still glad you are a close friend of mine.
This poem may sound cheesy and lame,
but I don't care. This is my game!
The first line came to me while I was trying to fall asleep.
I didn't want to forget it, so off my bed did I leap!
I hope you and your family have a wonderful Christmas day
and I pray to God that a lot of happiness comes your way.
Merry Christmas, Alyssa!
I love and I miss ya!
(That was a bad rhyme, I know. I'm sorry . . .)
Blue.
That was my new favorite color.
As I stared from across the room his eyes connected with mine. They were like diamonds, shining with grace and so pale in color. The gray—really a blue that seemed to be fading—clouded around his pupils like fog over a pond.
Music drifted into my eardrums, snapping me from my gawking. Embarrassed, I peered down at my hands as they were folded on my lap.
People talked and laughed and danced all around me. I just sat there on the wooden chair that was set up against the wall. My bottom was aching from sitting there so long. I gripped the sides of the chair and fidgeted in my seat.
The smell
And I Come With a Heavy Heart by Sassafras-Tea, literature
Literature
And I Come With a Heavy Heart
And I come with a heavy heart.
My bones suddenly ache
and my throat becomes dry as dirt.
Eyes seeping into tiredness,
I realize I feel like crying, but for what?
Do I cry for all that I've lost,
or all that I have yet to gain?
Do I cry for the feelings
that have been shed and wounded within me?
Am I to cry because I miss the people that I loved,
the people that I still love and want back?
My heart is heavy and all I do is look for guidance,
guidance in Him and others around me;
none of them knowing that I seek it so . . .
Huddled near a glowing screen, I write.
My emotions are bottled, sealed.
The things that bring me happines
Dear Adult Me,
I'm sure you're probably wondering
why I've sent you this letter. It's me;
your past self! If you want to get technical,
I'm your teen self.
Yeah, I know it's hard to believe,
but I just wanted to let you know that
I've been thinking about you a lot lately.
I thought I'd drop you a line and tell you
I'm proud of where you are right now. I don't
know what you're doing yet, but I'm sure it's
great.
You know how we used to dream about becoming
an amazing author and having a wonderful family
of our own? I still think about that and I
hope you were able to achieve that. If not,
well . . . you still have t