Svanna Jan 6

A year as past
I should be delighted
I should feel peaceful
that a new year has begun
and a chance to restart
and to tell yourself that
“This year is my year”

But I feel stuck
like nothing happened at all
like i am still where i was

no romance
no dates
no boyfriend
no fate

I know life is more than romance
More than finding the one

Nevertheless i feel alone
I see couples everywhere
Happy, in love and content

i am happy, not in love
and yet i am not fulfilled

Furthermore i wonder what it feels like
having that speciel someone
having romance

Falling asleep and waking up
with a loved one next to you
Intertwining fingers
Kisses on the forehead
Arms wrapped around the waist

All the things i have never had

Once it was close
so close that my heart tumbled
I thought for a while that this was it
This was what i had been waiting for

I was wrong oh how i was wrong

So now i’m left with an aching heart
who longs for more

Emerald Jan 3

persistently the next half hour you descry
a physical ripe sombre of theraphy
almost parallel to the velleity black box which rests in
the corner of
a cleansed embouchure
while in this moment I reflect (an undoing)
to the puzzling collections of vulnerability with frail
strangers but
i'm dreaming of another anatomy "detachment voicemails for the 200th time enthralling
parllor doubt of our eventuate catharsis"
headaches rapt speaking softer, perhaps it's a scarlet crushed
rivive creaping
by to heal the burns

- G

happy 2018
Rashed Dec 2017

2017 was a wonderful and joyful year,
All the happy moments and those filled with tears.
All wonderful things must come to end, so do not fear.
'17 is about to leave and '18 will soon be here.
A few tips for those whose intentions were unclear.
Confess to your crush in the awkward atmosphere,
whatever his/her answer may be, you must be persevere.
Love aside, your family is above all,
Once or twice a month, do not forget to call.
'17 will haunt you for your actions that seemed so small,
Commit the same mistakes and you WILL fall.
Cherish every friend, as each to their own story,
Listen and you will appreciate him/her greatly.
As to enemies, keep them closer
with time, they will be the reason you have grown stronger.

For the new year :)
Emmanc Dec 2017

I hate the way
your eyes reveal,
The way they sparkle and talk.

I hate the curve,
The laugh of your smile
As it tries not to grin.

I hate them.
I like them.
I hate that I like them.
I hate that i like you,

And I don't know why.
Because we don't have a chance?
Because I found you too late.
It's not you that I hate,
It's the false hope
given by time
Time that I don't have.
I don't expect we'll meet again.
J Dec 2017

Being called “annoying”
Is like a glacier, frigid, rigid, inescapable preventing from social contact

A choking, strangling feeling penetrating your veins. A stone crushed by the might of a palm

Isolated, observing, analysing social conversations yet never overcoming the boundary

A tether severed and knotted to the throat. A rush of pain caught in the wind at the hilt of the dagger.

But a hand, a few words can reach into the chasm, rejoice and untie.
Create connections and weave intricate relationships, to bloom into a captivating flower.

That hint of compassion, gradually using the rubble to form a new personality, saving esteem.

Blooming, prospering

Ellie Phant Dec 2017

These feelings are so loud
I cannot hear anything else.
Determined to drown them out,
I dare you
to do your damnedest
to demolish my eardrums
with decibels meant to devastate.
I want to be crushed
by a falling wall
of bone-breaking,
surround me
with suffocating blankets
of sonic booms.

Tia Dec 2017

Heart crushed
Jaws clenched
Balled up fists
I feel like I'm on too much risk

I love you
But I want to hate you
Leave my town
Give back my heart before it crashes on the ground

Here it goes again
The liquid of my pain
Going down
Down, down, I'm done

Damn liquid!
Why don't you just let me be happy?!
I let you go already!
Why don't you just let me?!

I'm done with you
Stop already
I'm so done with you
Let me be happy

lins Dec 2017

an ominous cloud surrounds me
it gets darker the more I search for a light
suffocating, exasperating, deadly
the cloud is dense like a thick foam pad
can't get through it
have to fight my way through it
my breathing starts becoming gasps
gasps for the air that is clean and pure
the cloud might never dissapate
will it be a part of my life forever?
dark thick heavy weight
it might crush me underneath
every dark cloud is similar but different
they are destructive
and they always trap the person inside
individually uniquely killer
generally excessively present

what is your cloud
boringwonderland Dec 2017

the rain used to be my favorite
the sky was crying with us
until I got swallowed up by it
my bones crushing with each trick
no seatbelt
thought I wasn’t going to live
I was ready to say goodbye to this world
but when the car finally stopped I was still alive
I started screaming why
I could smell blood and soil
I thought it was finally by time to say goodbye
police, ambulance, and a helicopter arrive
“mam have you been drinking or are you on any drugs”
glass in my hair
I felt like there was no air
it was getting hard to breathe
my whole body was broken
mostly my heart
they should’ve left me to die
- sorry about the car

is there always a rainbow after the rain?
Marion Nov 2017

Crushed flowers are beautiful,
dried, pressed
not useful but certainly nice to look at
My sister affectionately called me a 'delicate little flower' one of the many times you made me break down, crushed from false accusation
until i eventually dried up
pressed myself until the pain no longer hurt.
I wondered why i had become such a fragile thing
shouldn't heartbreak build you up, a learning experience rather than reducing you to a few petals and a stem.
i feel more like a tree
green and great during the warm summer months
unaware of the freezing winter winds that will blow away all my protective leaves. barren. cold.
i hope someday i will become evergreen
beautiful, tall, luscious and full- pine or cedar or spruce
staying fragrant all year round

but for now i remain a daisy
nothing special
dried, pressed and crushed between these pages, within these words.

wrote this after my biology exam today
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