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 Jun 2014 Emma
Rachel Cloud
i am nothing
and everything

and you can't stop me
 Jun 2014 Emma
Rachel Cloud
An eye for an eye
a tooth for a tooth
for all of me
I'd only accept
all of you
 Jun 2014 Emma
Gypsy
White
 Jun 2014 Emma
Gypsy
On my knees, I tasted snow for the first time with my tongue
My teeth slipping on the first blades of Spring
The verdant wisps peaked through: shy, quiet, willing
Each breath I took melted the air around it
Winter seized my lips, shattering the soft rosy flesh
Twisting them into a slate, ashen force trembling with every word
I wanted to ****** a spear through myself
Watch the warmth of my body spill and raise from the earth
Steeping red.
The smoke of existence
Ripping through the purity
The innocence of
cold
white
snow
 Jun 2014 Emma
rained-on parade
When I die, dear Mother
don't give my body away
to science.

I'd rather have it given away to poetry.

I want people to cut me open
and observe
how my bones were riddled with
melancholic verses of joyful pasts.

They have to see
the scarlet of my blood was the hue
I stole from the sunsets of
wishful thoughts.

Dear Mother,
give my body away
to the art of writing:
for they have to look past
everything they have ever learned.

They must know
of how much I loved and I lost,
and how that made the twine of my ribs
a story to tell.
Haven't written anything new in months.
 May 2014 Emma
itsbeautiful
"Write about the most courageous
thing you have done and how it
relates to the novel
"

She said,
But after hours of
pondering
He couldn't think of anything
Brave he had ever done

And, by the time the deadline
was approaching
All of his memories were
swirling around his mind in a
big blur of brown confusion
And not a single one of them
an act of bravery

But, finally, amidst the chaos
he managed to write
three words.
three words that made up
the entirety of his essay
And those words were:

*This is bravery.
And that was his first A of the semester.
 May 2014 Emma
AavelinaJaden
There are petals in my lungs
I have roots instead of veins
Soaked in rainwater, dancing in the sunlight
I am beautifully photosynthesized
I've been writing about plants and trees a lot lately. I have springtime butterflies
 May 2014 Emma
Shiloh
Stolen.
 May 2014 Emma
Shiloh
I wish I didn't know you
but it hurts too much when I don't
forever lost in this paradox
you keep slipping and making me watch
because I could never help you
you are too far gone

circling the same questions in my mind
not being able to answer just how we got here
thinking about you makes me sick
especially knowing how much time I have spent
waiting, understanding, giving you chances
it should have killed me

I may have lost all reasoning as to why I exist.
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