The Dream

I had this funny dream the other day. It was hilarious. I had a dream that I actually meant something to someone. That all these words I write are actually read, and oh there was this part where he told me he loved me. He screamed it to the world and it almost seemed real and possible, but then I remembered "love only existed in fairytales"

As the leaves fall, the children die.

He said I want you to write about someone. Someone you've lost. & if you haven't lost anyone, you will. Maybe it will be the girl you used to sit by everyday at work. Or a classmate. Maybe it will be a gym teacher, a principal, a family member.
Maybe it is your own brother, who wasn't all that great when you were growing up. Who hurt you in ways you weren't thinking at the time. In the ways that helped you realize the word innonce that was given to a child. I want you to write about someone who passed away on your birthday of Sophomore year. It was the first year of high school. Someone who made you feel guilty because someone days you would whisper I hate you in the air.

Write about your school friend. The one that everyone thought overdosed, but really he was just choking, wanting some air. Write about how he would call you beautiful and the laugh that stills lingers around the back of head. Write about the way he used to have your back and spit our words that your boyfriend was "thinking" of.
He said I want you to write about someone.

YOU HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT SOMEONE. 

So I did.

I never knew her

Even though I didn't know you, you're still another body dead. You're still one more person that people are crying over. & I bet it hurts to see the people's lives go on. & no I am not going to saying you were my favorite because what's a favorite color if there was only blue. I'll just say that you were beautiful. You were different and I liked that about you.

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It's funny how the colors on our paper are more real than what you put on.

He told me...

Even dreams have to be realistic..

The Stage and The Lights.

I told myself I needed a Mic
But when I got one I was too afraid to use one
I told myself slamming would be the only thing I was doing
But right now I can hear my voice shake and I can feel my palms sweat
Yeah, right now I wish I was Dr Phil before you all used to know that.
Right now I wish I was a little bit more inspired,
Right now I just want to say thank you.
Thank you Mr Nelson and creative writing.

Emma Alcazar

They Called Us Sheeps

You'd know why I try to hide my teeth when we're talking and you're too close

You'd know why I hate smiling while you're right there and your eyes aren't looking at mine

You would hear all my stories that I only tell God when I pray

     and you wouldn't ask me why all the time because you would know exactly why

You'd understand why I try to only eat when I'm at home

You'd know why I fell in love with him, and why I fell out

If you really knew me you wouldn't ask me why or when. & you wouldn't ask who or what...