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 Jan 2018 Riss
Anna
To My Depression
 Jan 2018 Riss
Anna
It has been 10 years since I’ve first seen your face
and, around your ankles, the weight of  generations
of blood that bit their tongues behind silent lips.
It has been 10 years since I accepted that I was
never going to be just as ‘happy’ as other girls,
I was an observer behind the windows when all
I really wanted was to go out and play.
I hated you—no, I loathed you--but that could not
be true because you didn’t let me come close
to feeling so human. You stole birthday parties from me,
you stole my mornings as I laid in bed, unable to
move, crushed down by the burden of you.

It has been 8 years since I detached myself from
this body, when I decided nothing could destroy me
quite like you. I threw myself from tall buildings,
hoping that someone would care enough to catch me.
The ground hurt worse and worse each time.
You taught me that being suicidal does not have to be
an active effort. That its undertones lie in the
carelessness of crossing the street without looking,
That it is in the silence of distancing myself from
every friend I had because ‘it just makes it easier’ if I was alone.

It has been 4 years since I allowed myself to admit
that I simply could not carry your body alone.
I refused to be ashamed of you because you
were never my choice. I can still remember the
way my mother’s eyes rimmed with tears as she
realized just how long you have been residing in this
household.  Since that day, you began fade. You disappeared
the way the monsters under the bed retreat from
the flashlight. Your presence was much more overbearing
breathing down my neck than when I looked you in the face.
But even now, sometimes I find your fingerprints pressed
against my window, and your glazed eyes gazing back
at me in the mirror.
 Jan 2018 Riss
jenn
forbidden love.
 Jan 2018 Riss
jenn
Its 3:26 am. The house sits still, dark, but warm as the blizzard rages outside the bay window. You can hear the faint pops as Movement’s Feel Something spins quietly in the corner of the room… I woke up this morning missing you more than I usually do. My stomach’s been in knots since the day I left to come back home, and I know it sounds stupid, but since I can’t call you, I find myself replaying the sound of your voice in my head. I don’t want to forget what it sounds like.

They told me that I was never allowed to fall in love. That if I were to find such love I’d be sent away and forgotten about, as if I was just some piece of trash. They made life as I knew it a lonely existence. But something happened when I met you… and those late nights we spent talking, the time that we shared together, love snuck up on us. I fell in love with the way that you looked at me, the way you held my hand, and the way I smiled the night of our first kiss. I knew it was love because for the first time ever, I was willing to risk the security of my own home to be with you. This modern day forbidden love is anything but romantic, but it’s these late nights text conversations, and planning our secret meetings that make the time that we spend away from each other worth it. As cheesy as it sounds, I cannot wait until the day we don’t have to hide our love. I wanna show the world how happy you make me. Until then, I’ll see you soon.

Te amo
Jenn
 Jan 2018 Riss
a daydreamer
I. Be brave and have a journey to the darkness within. Use your matches as weapons and knives as swords, for his weakness is light and light only, fears by the thing that make him sink into the nothingness of the unforgiving world.

II. Do not sing nor whistle, for he is afraid of quietude and silence. If you sing lullabies, he will be right ahead you in a blink. He's all alone in the darkness and need more friends to play with skeletons. The emptiness within his chest is unbearable, more vicious than ever.

III. Do not trust the whisperers in your head, even if they give you visions of beauty and the dream of world you yearn of. Do not let them control your mind, for they will crush your skull, scratch your skin like paper.

IV. When you see an innocent child with curious eyes. Do not come to it. I repeat: do not come near. If it recognizes you, you run. You run and run and run until your throat chokes and chest jolts. Do not look back. Do not stop. It will blame you of bitter mistakes and haunted pasts, and the ghosts will stay with you even if you scream hard.

V. If you've been in the darkness for too long, come look at the mirror.

VI. The monster is in you.
Sometimes the monster that we fear most lives inside us.
 Jan 2018 Riss
Hannah Beasley
And He said
I am a mathematician Hannah,
I find beauty in chaos,
And you girl,
You are beautiful
Unconventionally beautiful

A mathematician who could
comprehend her
Quirky sense of humor
And knew that she was
really just a loser
Yet
Loved her anyways

They were
Blessed by love,
a love so powerful
It could break down any wall
but
Cursed by basic geography

She told him of her fears,
And he told her not to worry,
He’d always be by her side

And he said
I love your broken Spanish
I love your heartfelt poetry
I love your ocean eyes

She asked
Does this love make you shiver?



He brought her
smile back
put up with her
inner maniac

Her hair
Like sunshine
And his was
The dark of night
            
He was smart,
Good at everything she wasn’t
But somehow,
They found peace in each other.

He could find the solution
to any problem,

She could write pages upon pages
of beautiful poetry

His intellect was beyond compare,
Until it came to her.

But when
She looked at him,
her ocean blue eye
Were met with the
depth of the earth in his

He filled every crack
in her faulty brain

— The End —