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Jonine Garcia Apr 2015
I love how people in tumblr and instagram managed to present a life behind those lovely photographs and beautiful writings – as if it was perfect. How they can present a perfect and attractive life with a great effort. Sometimes there’s a sudden envious within you, until you realized that not everything you see is true. Instagram or tumblr become the home of people who cover the truth with perfect photographs and beautiful words.

I could relate to a certain extent whenever I post something beautiful in social networking sites. People appreciate you and adore you, but there’s a whole part of your life, vsco could never saturate or cover and your audience would never know. Your life may look so perfect in the eyes of the outsiders, but you know that there’s a hole in your heart that photographs and words could never fill.
- J.G
dont be envious how the life of others may look like, because theres something you may not know.
its not julia Mar 2015
even though we said we were in love i often found my fingers wrapped around another cigarette than intertwined with your fingers. my lips have touched more bottles of ***** than your bottom lip. i felt more empty being with you than sitting in my room at 3 a.m bawling my eyes out for the 3rd time this week because you looked at that girl in a more passionate way than you've ever looked at me. in fact I'm not even sure that those were butterflies i was feeling in my stomach or the pain of knowing that you wouldn't be mine for long. i fill all the empty holes in my heart with things that will make me end up being more empty.
Jazmine Moore Feb 2015
i wanted more from him
than enjoying my pizzicatos
while bringing me to crescendos
but it seems
our love may
have already reached
its forte without ever
breathing in its
*diminuendo
SA Feb 2015
Her
She has this unexplainable power upon my well-being. A power stronger than the moon when it’s guiding the waves home. The impact she has on my mentality cannot be described through words. Every thought disappears by her sweet and lovely kisses. Her kisses are ever so gentle, like no other. It’s like when the tide meets the shore in the midst of the night. All of a sudden, I feel these strong tides crashing the shore. They connect as if they're meant to be forever, and so do our lips.
And in that moment,
I knew.
My love for her was deeper than any ocean could ever be.
Jazmine Moore Feb 2015
I remember when your favorite thing was love me.
I remember when you couldn't wait to hold me.
I know this life gets crazy,
and I know our love's a little hazy,
but when you're feeling lonely,
you know you can always call me,
and I'll be here waiting in the same spot you left me in saying,
"It's alright if you stay forever with me.
and it's alright if you're waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet
But if you know, if you know
that what we have is real;
then it's alright if you love me tonight.
Song I'm working on
Jazmine Moore Feb 2015
;
It's amazing how one person can touch your heart and you're never quite the same. Sometimes I feel as though I've painted this beautiful picture of you that I can only see; and that's fine because love needs faith. I have faith. I have enough faith for the both of us.
Ellie Martin Feb 2015
Highschool! Supposingly the “time of our lives” or where a study guide is more important than our mental state of being! It’s also the only place where you write thousand of definitions every year, but you can’t even define your self worth. Where you solve millions of equations, but you can’t even add up your life value. Solve for your life, school-health(life)= future. The definitive times of our lives are turning into the worst. Balancing your social wellbeing with the hell of being popular and skinny, even starving yourself for days because the queen bee bought herself the newest style, and it’s a size too small. Subtracting the calories from the equation of wanting to binge your heart out while cramming for the test of flirting with that new boy after school. Adding the new dress, new heels, and new personality to your already masked appearance because the party you got invited to is where the “prettiest” of girls add up your self worth for you solving for the simplest equation. Makeup(Skinny)(Big ****)(Tall)= PRETTY. The word everyone seems to have a definition for except you. A word that could try to define your schooling career, but you can’t find the correct sources. Then theres the nights where you stay up until the early dawn, sobbing yourself to sleep because you can’t remember how to do so on your own. The definition of sleep : A natural periodic state of rest for the mind and body. But who remembers that? How am I supposed to solve the equation of rest? These definitions make up your state of being, piercing to your brain like clothing labels, being ripped off when they are no longer needed. The equations make up your body, or what's naturally left of it. Memorizing everything a person says about you, adding up the looks you get in the hallways rushing to class, reading the syllabus to everyone’s expectations for you. Expectations. Expectations. EXPECTATIONS. They come as blurs, never specific or clear enough. They shove through your tired brain and ram your esteem up walls. The perfect image of a student and friend and girlfriend and PERSON. Applications come out, every question answered honestly, truthfully, a reflection of SELF. Self? Can you use that word in a sentence? Is there a way to solve it? You’ve thrown out the files to your internal layers, not seeming important enough to pass the next big history test or worthy of the SAT prep due in a week. You can’t pass the exam in your mind testing on the ability to stay sane and make it into the college in your brain because it’s been shut down due to: inclement conditions.  Add up all of this and you get the equation of highschool and equation to pass the social barrier. Congradulations! You’ve graduated someones judgement of your self worth and now you have to define it on your own.


Self (n:) a person's essential being that distinguishes them from others.


Distinguish from others. Different? NO! Suspension has kicked you out of the brain and difference is a TOTAL reputation ruiner. You’ve spent your entire life hypothesizing the idea of NORMAL. Different is an old definition with a new sound, wanting to be sweet and free. But in reality locked in a detention classroom, waiting for it to be used openly. It’s like this: run multiple copies of the same person on the copy machine and then paste them around the school with imitating personalities and similar words. The word different doesn’t apply to this equation.


Can you even use it in a sentence?  


Can I even be used in a sentence?


-e.m
A slam I wrote for my honors English class.
Ellie Martin Feb 2015
How am I supposed to breath when you are barely doing the same.
Kiah Griffin Feb 2015
and right now,
here in this moment.
all i want, all i ever seem to want at 1:32am,
is your fingers tracing my hip bones.
my skin clenched between your teeth.
droplets of sweat, between sheets.
crisp white fades to pink, we tainted the linen while kissing.
the bright is a curse and the dark is a blessing,
because in the abyss i can imagine.
right now,
here in this moment.
because all i want, all i still seem to want at 1:45am,
is you.

k.g.
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