Emily Rene: Favorites

Nov 2013 Emily Rene

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Playing in the dirt, not a worry about our shirts or our skirts.
Building pillow towers, Wasting away our hours pretending we were wizards With great power.
Slaying the bad guys and winning the noble prize.
That's the way things used to be, when happiness was key..
But now we waste our time, only being mimes.
All of us fake and conniving like snakes.
Sneaking around bringing others down.
Only wanting fame and a crowned name.
Rotting at the very core all because you couldn't open your own door.
But this is Life As We Know It.

Nov 2013 Emily Rene

I still love you..

Nov 2013 Emily Rene

Jenna Moulton

I still love you..

I still love you.
Said the girl, as she cries herself to sleep.
I still love you .
Said the girl, as her heart disintegrates.
I still love you.
Said the girl, who looks oh so weak.
I still love you.
Said the girl, who will always sit and wait.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she began to cut her wrists,
I still love you.
Said the girl, who's sadness can't be missed.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as her tears roles down her cheek.
I still love you.
Said the girl, colour in her face is bleak.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she gained her angel wings.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she met our only king.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she looks down on your face.
I still love you.
Said the girl, every minute, every day, every place.

Nov 2013 Emily Rene

How can you?

Nov 2013 Emily Rene

Elizabeth Frost

How can you?

How can you cut?
When you're so perfect?

How can you burn yourself?
When your skin is clear and beautiful?

How can you drink?
When you were given a life to live?

How can you hurt?
When I love you so much?

Does my love mean
nothing to you?

Rejecting my love,
is what hurts me
the most.

Nov 2013 Emily Rene

Drugs kill...

Nov 2013 Emily Rene

Elizabeth Frost

Drugs ****...

9:37pm

You aren't my drug,

Yet I'm addicted to you.
The music you love
Fuels the fire inside of me.
You aren't my drug.

Still I'm addicted to
'Babygirl' when it rolls off your tongue.
You aren't my drug.

But I'm addicted to
Vivid dreams of your warmth, overpowering the shivers that keep me awake at night.
You aren't my drug.

And I'm addicted to
The magic you disperse throughout days of despair.
You aren't my drug.

I am addicted. To
The simple 'I freaking love you.'
You are not my drug.

Drugs ****, and you
Make me alive as can be.