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​Alyssa Victoria

"My name is Alyssa, and I'm from Houston, Texas. I've been writing poems and the like since I was 8; I am now 16. I like writing about things or times that I love or about people I love. I really like the color pink. I always thought my favorite color was blue but, nope, it's pink. Yellow is a close second though. I'm currently a Junior in high school. I'm not sure what I'm going to do when I graduate, but I think I want to something with either science or writing. I love summer it's the best time of year even if it's hot as hell here I love it."


​Instagram: @_alyssavictoria + @theart_trap

The Early Hours



​I am sitting on the counter in my kitchen, hair still wet from my shower; the waves form and fall down my back.
It is the first day of something new.
I feel myself smile as the golden light spills through the windows.
The early hours are big breakfasts, Dad, stop cooking the eggs in coconut oil, it’s weird
The early hours are swallowing a million vitamins for the things I lack, memories of what I did; it doesn’t matter that much anyways, anymore.
The early hours are telling my mom what he did the other day, putting the pinkest blush on my cheeks.
I love the way I loved him.
The early hours come to their end; things begin to pick up.
But I am still sitting on the counter in my kitchen; my hair is not as wet; the waves a bit more wavy; it is the first day of something new, and I pray I get more like it.

A Study in Time


​
5AM

The sun has not come up yet
So I sit in bed thinking about everything you’ve ever done
The sun came up
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12PM
There is food in front of me I don’t eat
My Mother is worried because we’ve been through this before
So I sit and think about how nice it would be to have lunch with you
I push my plate away

4PM
I take a shower
My hair isn’t as long as it used to be
I remember that time you braided my hair
I wonder if you liked it better when it was long
I hope you like both

9PM
We get out later than usual
Or maybe I stay inside longer because you’re not here to follow outside
I remember that time you stayed later for me
I ask my brother if we can leave early next time

12AM
This is when I first started staying up late to write for you
When I would come home with a fluttering heart
My Mother asked what was making me so happy
I didn’t tell her
She knew anyways

5AM
It’s 5AM and I can’t sleep
So I wonder if I’m in your dreams
I wonder on the nights I can sleep

You’re awake thinking about me

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