Forgotten Love

So long
   had it taken me
   to forget.

My skin
   had missed
   your touch.

How to feel;
   your warmth
   and your lips.

To forget
   had never
   been simple.

When our embrace
   would caress me
   once more.

Memories rush in
   like a flood
   in July.

I still remember
   your smile
   and your voice.

To forget
   meant our love
   had been lost.

Human Need

Craving,
Needing,
Feeling,
Seeing.

The touch of another,
Sensing their skin.
Another memory;
So near.

Urgency,
Weakness,
Moments become;
One last time.

The notion,
The knowing,
Of people becoming
So dear.

Their eyes
See you coming;
As if it was
The first time.

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Almost a year has passed since my last published poem. I've never stopped writing, although now I don't have someone forcing it out of me all the time. As of now, my poems will begin coming out more naturally.

Expect more to come. I have many in the waiting.

Enjoy,

-Alexe Pop

Last Night, I Dreamt Of You

I saw you there,

Right in front of me.
You were already so near,
But you came closer still.

You hugged me gently,

You kissed my lips,
You looked at me in the eyes,
Then you whispered in my ear.

You told me you still loved me;

Silly me, I managed to believe you.

-Alexe Pop

Never Give Up On Your Dreams

I don’t remember how,
I don’t remember when,
and I definitely don’t remember why,
but I gave up on writing a long time ago.

Don’t try to ask me what happened,
because I won’t be able to tell you.

All I can say
is that I promise to never,
ever,
let that happen again.

Sure,
life might get in the way,
but you should always leave time,
especially for something you love to do.

No matter what or when it is,
never give up on what matters most to you.

That is my advice to you.
Never give up on your dreams.

You’re going somewhere,
I swear.

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This is something I wrote about two months ago as a preparation exercise to writing for Camp NaNoWriMo* in June. Seeing as how the August edition is about to begin, I figured that I might as well start writing again.

Of course, even though I seem to have neglected this blog a bit for the past two weeks, I still have the intention of posting some more stories and poems onto here throughout the month.

*For those who aren’t familiar with NaNoWriMo, it stands for National Novel Writing Month and it takes place in November of every year. The goal of the project (run by the Office of Letters and Light) is to write a 50'000 word novel within a month. In June and August, they offer a summer-months program in order to offer the program to those who cannot make the time to write 1'667 words a day in the busy month of November.

My first experience with OLL was their ScriptFrenzy program. The goal was to write a 100-page script in the month of April. Unfortunately, they cancelled the program due to a lack of funding. Honestly, I am quite upset, but I definitely won't be letting that stop me from writing!

Anyways, to all those with dreams out there, don't forget to never give up!

I believe that everyone can make it,

-Alexe Pop

Tall Man (Humpty Dumpty adaptation)

There once was a great man who stood very tall.
His head would not fit through the door down the hall.

On the day that he decided to go through,
He noticed that he had lost his left shoe.

As he was turning back to head out the door,
The next thing he knew, he was facing the floor.

Hearing him fall, his neighbours ran out for aid,
But the only thing they found was a band-aid.

When the light from the moon turned into the sun,
They finally understood that he was done.

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This is a poem that I wrote for school. The assignment was to do an adaptation of a nursery rhyme in any form you'd like. So, I chose to rewrite Humpty Dumpty.

Let me know what you think,

-Alexe Pop

Yellow Submarine

Once upon a time, there was a fish named George. He was an enormously large fish for his age. All of the kids in his school made fun of him. An orange guppy by the name of Oria was the only other fish that would talk to him. One day, Oria and her family decided to move to another school, and suddenly George was all alone. Oria was very sad to leave George, but she knew they would be okay in the end.

I am a yellow submarine. Every day I look down on them both. I study them. I feel as though I am them. Neither of them knows this is happening, it just is.

One day, they will find out about me, and this will all be over. But, for now, I must continue to study them.

George spent the next three weeks searching for someone or something to replace Oria with. Unfortunately, he never found any form of replacement. He spent his days wandering about, looking for a way to fill his days.

From way up here, I could see that Oria was doing the same thing. I wasn’t sure at the time of how I could help her, so I decided to continue to simply sit back and watch.

Hopelessly looking for someone to replace her old best friend, Oria was beginning to lose hope. Weeks past, and still she found no one who could measure up to her standards.

A few days after the poor guppies gave up their respectable searches, I finally decided to swoop in and rescue them both. It was finally time that they found out the truth.

George swam into the net without much effort on my part. Oria was more difficult. It took me several tries before finally catching her off-guard. Neither of them knew what was in store for them.

I knew their parents wouldn’t be too worried, their children had the habit of swimming off into the distance for several hours before returning.

When the fish finally woke up from their forced slumbers, they found themselves in in a very strange environment. No matter how far the tried to swim, they would never get further than a few inches.

Of course, it only took them a few moments to realize that they had finally been reunited with one another.

Realizing they were trapped, they decided to work together in order to break free. They knew they wouldn’t be able to go far, considering how their area was limited to a mere fish bowl.

Suddenly, Oria noticed a toy fire truck come out of nowhere and stop beside the clear glass fish bowl. She immediately looked at George and knew he had just had the same idea as she did.

For once, their intelligence surprised me. Not only did the two of them manage to escape the round fish bowl, but they also found a way to fill the back compartment of the toy fire truck with water so that they could take turns staying hydrated.

After a few minutes of endless driving, pushing, and swimming, Oria and George manage to make it to the side of one of my walls where the circular windows are, leading into the sea. To reward them for their constant efforts, I decided to help them out a bit more and open locked window for them, myself. I’m sure they were both pretty grateful, because they hurried through the opening right away.

As I had predicted, both George and Oria parted ways once they hit the sunken pirate ship, separating their two schools. Neither of them tried to stay with the other, their final adventure was enough to remind them that they will stay friends forever, no matter what.

Their families didn’t notice how long they had been gone, either. Of course, they hadn’t been gone for more than an hour or two, at most.

My research having been completed, I moved to my next location. Studying the patterns of different schools of fish isn’t always the most fun, but what else is a yellow submarine to do?

-Alexe Pop

Initiative; I'm finally doing this.

I'm doing this. I'm finally going to start a real blog. Hopefully, this will push me to write more. And more. And more, again and again.

I've been thinking about doing this for a while now, so I guess you could say that I'm pretty excited about finally going through with my idea. Nobody is going to care about my stories unless I let the world see them, right?

Of course, at first, this blog won't amount to much beside my boyfriend's; however, one day, I'm positive that it will amount to something respectable and great.
For once, I'm going to do something that will actually help me gain confidence in my writing abilities.

Little Life Lemon Stories; one day, everything will finally make sense.

Friday the 13th. For once, this is going to be my lucky day.

Anyways, enough with this boring first post. My first short story should be up in the next few minutes.

Thanks for reading,
-Alexe Pop