Alyssa Musso

Joined January 2022

143 stories

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A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.

Instagram: @alyssa.n.mussowrites

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Robbed. Content Warning.
You sit, You stand, Glass against your hands. Trapped, Inside. Robbed of time. Robbed of energy. Robbed of sleep. Robbed of creativity.
By Alyssa Musso12 months ago in Poets
Caution to the Wind
The wind whips as the clouds part, Puffins soar below and between rocks they dart. We stand too close, yet too far apart.
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Upwards
It is your presence that lifts me into flight, No force could hold my body down, But your absence is a weight, One so great I drown.
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Love Within
Is it so wrong, To want a place to belong, A mission lifelong, Not a loneliness to prolong, To feel so strong, In the eyes of the throng.
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Resonance
Draw your bow Gently Across my fragile strings. Watch me grow Gracefully These magnificent wings. Let your rhythms flow
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
The Risk
Push the button, Pull the lever, Never have we been so clever. Push our luck, Pull the trigger, Getting closer to something bigger.
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
To the Edge of Eternity
When the stars begin to fall like tears, Wipe away all my fears. When the world goes dark, Shine your light on my heart.
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Untraditional
No script, No plan, But here we stand. Hearts entwined, Hearts together, Bound forever. Holding hands, Holding space,
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Mr. Groundhog
A new month begins, Yet the gray clouds remain, A perpetual stain, On once bright sunny days. Mr. Groundhog, Will you keep your shadow away?
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
A List
Kiss me, In the dark, There, On my neck. Pull my hair, Knotted, In your fist. Here, A list, Of all I will miss, Ache for,
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Tracing the Roots
It's a quiet mid-August afternoon when my feet hit the dirt trail leading into the park. There's an opening in the fence at the bottom of the hill, across from the road leading up to my childhood home. The home to which I no longer return and haven't for over six years now.
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Photography
What Flickers in the Distance
A dense cloud of gray rose like a phantom as I stood in place and the others took their own leaps of faith out of the van and into uncertainty. We quickly side-stepped each other in our bulky protective gear, forming a uniform line awaiting instructions from the two captains who broke through the veil of dust and appeared before us.
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Futurism