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 Feb 2020 Jenna
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.
 Feb 2020 Jenna
Raven
The girl in my poems,
she lives in the darkness
and never steps into the light.
I have never seen her
but I feel her when I step into the dark.
I can feel her tears when I touch her,
I can hear her quietly speaking
while she's lying in my arms.
And while she'll never come into the light
I can try to draw her with my words
'cause that's the only way
she can be seen.
I just hope that you'll see
the beautiful girl
I met in the shadows
if you look at my words.
 Feb 2020 Jenna
sophiesteck
"i love you"
is always used loosely
but in my mind
you know
i mean it

"i'll never leave"
is always used as a sugarcoat for the truth
but in my eyes
you know
it's a promise

i told you i'd never leave you
no matter what life throws at us
and i intend to keep it

i don't care if my friends hate you
because what they think
doesn't matter
as long as i still get to hear the jokes you make
and the smooth pickup line you practice on me with
i would give anything to keep it all
close to me

because you're my best friend
and that's all i can ask for
 Feb 2020 Jenna
KV
Roses
 Feb 2020 Jenna
KV
there are roses growing
from my hands
My doubt the seeds
Begging them to grow

There are roses climbing
up my arms
digging in my skin
but i am numb
to their thorns and beauty

There are roses growing
in my lungs
bloodied petals
filling my throat
and falling from my lips

Tears are sliding
down my cheeks
I've had enough
I am to weak
 Feb 2020 Jenna
jj
idiot in love
 Feb 2020 Jenna
jj
An idiot is harmless,
Until that idiot falls in love,
Then they’re willing to do anything,
For the person they’re in awe of.

Whether its building a new world,
Or burning the old one down,
They’ll stop at nothing,
To give their love a crown.

Now if that love fades,
And they are left weeping,
They could take one of two paths,
Both will leave an empty heart unsleeping.

Path one is war and rampage,
Destroy everything in their way,
Path two is depression and tears,
They may cause their own doomsday.

Either way an idiot is harmless,
Until that idiot falls in love,
And if you happen to cross that idiot,
Beware for they do not care, they are deprived of---------
i might be an idiot in love.
 Feb 2020 Jenna
Harshitha Girish
She was a lava cake.
Bursting with a surprise.
And a magnificent surprise at that.
I'm baaaaaaaaackk! Thank you so much for all the support! A week full of constant study and no sleep is finally achieved! I'd really like to take a moment to appreciate all my friends who cheered me up and gave me good wishes for my exams.
I'm finally back. Hope you enjoy!
 Feb 2020 Jenna
Hannah
Week 7
 Feb 2020 Jenna
Hannah
Someone loves you
sOmeone loves you
soMeone loves you
somEone loves you
someOne loves you
someoNe loves you
someonE loves you
 Feb 2020 Jenna
Bo Burnham
Gypsy
 Feb 2020 Jenna
Bo Burnham
On a Wednesday morning, clear and calm,
                     I went to Astor Place
and had a gypsy read my palm
                     or maybe just my face.

She said my heart was heavy
                     and my head was stuffed with lies.
But things like that weren't on my hand,
                     they hid behind my eyes.

The room is dull and dank and cold but at
least I have a hand to hold.
 Feb 2020 Jenna
Amanda Kay Burke
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
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