While I am trying to create...

Here are my five favorite poems I have ever posted on this blog. I will attach links that will lead you to my poems. These links never leave my blog, so don't worry about being misdirected or anything. I hope you will enjoy, and I would love to hear any thoughts (positive or negative) about my writing.

#1
I Build Up Another Wall - Original Poem

#2
Differences - Original Poem

#3
Perfection Disease - Original Poem

#4
A Foot to Stop the Door - Original Poem

#5
My Heart's Walls (First Love) - Original Poem

Sorry for the Wait

It has been quite a while since I have created any new work, and most of my recent attempts have not really been successful. I give my readers a solemn swear that by October 6th of this year I will have at least one deep poem or short story posted on here. It will be new, it will be about my life currently, and it will hopefully rock your socks off. Excuse the silly reference, that is my current awkward state of mind.
I look forward to seeing all of you soon!

My Personal Night's Quote

"One would always seem to question the ways of the world; the questioning could only be ceased by the acceptance of one’s own personalized fate." - Alyssa Hellenbrand

What is an Opinion? - Original Writing

An opinion is a curious thing. When one asks for your opinion, there may be more than just one simple answer floating around in the jumble of the mind. Yet there is only one to say; it is expected of you. So, with that said, when the opinion is actually blurted out...whose opinion is it? Society has created our opinions, formed us into its game of confusion and lies. Deception is all around us; very rarely is the truth spotted. The opinion is compromised of how, when, and where we were raised. An opinion from the Middle East is likely different from an opinion in the States. The issue of what an opinion really is, well, it’s no simple answer. Nor is an opinion ever really a simple answer. Next time your opinion is asked, take a moment to really ponder the situation at hand. See if, just maybe, you can figure out what your real opinion is meant to be.

~Alyssa Hellenbrand~

The One Known As "Me" - Original Poem

What’s really me?

People around me seem to have a grasp

At who they really are on the inside.

Yet, when I try to imagine who I am...

I am lost.

There is no “me”

In the kind of way others can find themselves.

Is it because I have forgotten who I am?

Lost within all of the walls I have built up

To protect myself from the reality?

Or, did I in fact...

Never really know what makes me...

Me?

~Alyssa Hellenbrand~

The Three Hearts - Original Poem

Walls around my heart.

Cheesy? Perhaps.

True? Completely.

My walls have built up,

Numerous pains have created them

And formed them into the

Imposing castle

They have become.

Monstrous walls,

Tall, mean towers,

Guards patrolling the perimeter.

My walls were not about to come down.

Every wall was surrounded by

A seemingly endless moat

Of lost emotions and tears.

Pathetic? Sometimes.

Annoying? Always.

Only three hearts have ever been inside

Of the castle that hides who I am.

Others have breached the gates,

But never really been inside.

One:

A friendship that has gone through

Endless tests

Over the years.

Yet we found our way back

To the genuine hearts

Of each other.

Two:

A friendship,

Not yet weathered or old.

Yet, stronger than many

That survived the moats.

And came to my castle,

Despite the storms.

Three:

A heart that is unlike any other

That has been presented to my walls.

Times have been kind to us,

But that heart has major damage

That helps my heart trust it.

Our hearts understand each other,

We are better through the pain,

Wiser.

Kinder.

My walls do not easily get breached,

But my third brave heart visitor...

That heart was not afraid to show

Every part it had to show

At the time.

Once my guards saw that kindness,

They grew weak and sappy.

Turned a silent cheek, 

If you may.

Once inside,

That heart dug deep,

But never pressured it’s way inside.

Just waited, 

Expressed,

And grew a trust within me...

In a way no one ever has before.

~Alyssa Hellenbrand~

Keys of Love - Original Poem

Every heart has the protection of walls,
Some have strong walls made of brick,
Other walls are more similar to those that are wooden,
And some have been far too trusting and are practically straw.

My walls are commonly brick,
Never trusting until they have seen proof
That trust would be a wise decision.

Recently, my walls have been exposed
To the walls of another heart.
This heart has even stronger walls,
Not as easily worked around.

This heart belongs to someone my heart
Has taken a strong fondness towards,
Actually, the proper terminology would be more...
Love.

My heart has allowed for doors to be created,
Allowing passage through my walls,
Just so long as the one wishing for passage
Has been granted the keys of trust.

This other heart has the keys in its core,
Now my heart is trying to sooth the pain
That my love has built its walls around.

I plan to find the doors within those walls,
Then my goal is to unlock those doors
With keys only granted through complete trust.
The keys of love.

~Alyssa Hellenbrand~

So Much More Than Just a Morning - Original Poem

The shimmer of the sun,
Tickling the crest of the Earth with
Rays of shining gold.

They slowly rise above the valley,
Perfectly located between
Two majestic hills
Made of the greenest shrubbery.

The sky changes colors,
Awakening pastel colors
That sneak around the puffy clouds.

This awakening in nature
Is referred to as another simple
"Morning"

But it is so much more than just a morning,
It is the warming of the ground beneath our feet,
The welcome of animals stirring from their nests.

The awakening of the sun
Gets people on their feet,
Animals awake for a new day.

The rays whisper to the Earth,
Grass grows a tad longer,
Trees reach up a smidgen higher.

And hearts open with the awakening of the sun.
New life is created with the shimmer of a new day,
Other hearts are forced to cease.

Yet, the next shimmer still comes,
The sun still arises above that valley,
Pastel colors still flow through the clouds,
And another "Morning" still occurs.

Each "Morning" is a new start,
Treat it as such.

Welcome change,
But never forget to appreciate the light
That allows the next step.

~Alyssa Hellenbrand~

A New Slot - Original Poem

Every heart starts out with perfection.
Upon birth, two slots open in the heart.
These let to be filled with love from the child's parents.
As life continues,
As burdens bear down,
Some slots are filled in with nothing but memories,
Others with hearts made of lies.
Yet, there are constantly new slots
Being created out of hope, lust, and becoming
A potential shot at
Love.

Once love is achieved,
That new slot doesn't have to feel quite so
Lonely anymore;
Like the past had learned to accept it to feel.
The new slot is filled with another slot
Of the heart that learned to love
Every quirk...
Perfection,
And every last smile
That makes that other heart worth the while.

A new slot just opened
In the center of my heart.
It is located near an old slot,
Filled with distrust and sorrow.
Yet this slot has such a new,
Warm,
Trust-worthy appearance to it.

Now it is time to see if my new slot
Will match the slot
That has been newly formed
In another's heart.

~Alyssa Hellenbrand~

I'm Finally Happy - Original Poem/Song

Someday I'll be where I am meant to be.
With time, there must be a plan.
Even though the times are rough,
It's never going to be okay

To give up,
To hold out,
To not let myself be seen

To just smile,
Take his hand,
And know I'm finally happy.

I'm finally happy.

With time, I will smile.
I will never re-think the past.
And thanks to you,
I no longer feel like crying.

To be me,
To go hiking,
To not hold out the truth.

To just smile,
Take his hand,
And know I'm finally happy.

I'm finally happy.

Nothing can destroy this,
Unless we both decide.
Hopefully we'll work out,
And my pains will subside.

To be free,
To be myself,
To no longer hold the burden.

To just smile,
Take his hand,
And know I'm finally happy.

Yes.
I'm finally happy.

~Alyssa Hellenbrand~

A Foot to Stop the Door - Original Poem

A door creaked open;
Thin rays of sunlight snuck in.
My heart is safe again;
The walls around it are re-built.

Now I am able to sit,
Happy with where I am again.
Today I am able to smile,
Thrilled to have learned so much.

Yes the first heartbreak
Is a shattering event to suffer.
Yet it is also enlightening,
No other event wakes you up quite so.

With the goodbye of yesterday,
A door closed behind the memories.
Yet with the promise of new,
Someone had their foot there to stop the door.

With one goodbye,
There is room for a new, "Hello."
With the pain I felt,
There was strength gained.

Today is a new day,
Yesterday is forever gone.
It's time for a new heart
To open up that door and walk on in.

It is the time for trust,
A time to let someone new in this room.
My heart is still protected
By the strong walls surrounding.

Yet,
Tonight...
Those walls are willing to believe again.

~Alyssa Hellenbrand~

Creating Something from Very Little - Original Poem

Words create feelings,
Feelings create how we present ourselves.
Once we are presenting,
People get impressions of who we are inside.
With those impressions,
Friends can be made in even the unlikely places.
Upon gaining new friendships,
Relations may grow and people learn to smile.
Sure,
Plans can get changed from our intentions,
Yet sometimes our minds
Weren't yet aware of what we still had to offer.

Here's to the future,Here's to many smiles to come!

~Alyssa Hellenbrand~

My Heart's Walls (First Love) - Original Poem

Brick by brick, a wall was made.
Then, fist by fist, my wall was compromised.
That first time love is found in another person's eyes,
One little look, and everything changes around you.

My walls were left alone while love kept me open,
Those warm eyes made me trust that I would be safe,
Wisely chosen words were there to enforce my love,
But it all turned out to be a scheme of lies and pain.

The love of my life was a joke, a liar, and a cheater.
No matter how much I should hate the actions,
No matter how much I do, there is still endless love.
The person who makes you fall in love the first time...

Your walls both learn to trust, and how to grow strong.
With heartbreak comes a lesson to be learned,
And those who are wise will heed that warning,
Take it in, and change themselves for their protection.

Once the love I felt was destroyed, my walls exploded.
It was like an atomic bomb was set off inside my heart.
Nothing seemed safe, real, or potentially safe.
It took time to fix all of the damage love can leave.

Now, as I sit here and still wonder what happened,
Why it simply meant more to me than it did to my love,
My little warriors inside my heart are venturing out,
Braving the damage that the end left.

The warriors clean the rubble, they prepare me for new,
My heart is polished up, and my walls start to grow.
The warriors make them stronger, set firmer rules.
Now my walls are twice as high, even more so thick.

I have done it now, I should be safe once more.
It will be more difficult for the next love to enter me.
The trust will not come quite as easily as before.
No one trusts the same after a first love.

No one ever feels the same after a first heart break.
Never again do you get to feel so utterly safe.
But, if wise, you can feel impossibly strong.
With the damage all cleaned up...

I have finished re-building my walls.
I have become better.
I am now stronger.
I am now me in an even better way!

~Alyssa Hellenbrand~