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 Jan 29 Anna
Desiree Schort
Tiny little tippy toes,
Eight
Zip zippity zip across,
Wait
Silk strings float upon the air,
Fly
Invisible trap of death,
Sly
Needle sharp two juicy fangs
Poke
Merry-go-round goes dinner
Choke
Save the fat one for later
Date
Tiny little beady eyes,
Eight
 Jan 29 Anna
Sarah
our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine
 Nov 2021 Anna
Strying
you glisten in the sunlight,
and glow in the moonlight,
you're my compass,
my direction in life,
the beat in my heart,
and the sparkle in my eyes.
‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ love you☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
 Sep 2021 Anna
Strying
my friend tells me
she picked up his call because she was scared
a rather tragic start
to a love story
don't you think?
 Sep 2021 Anna
Strying
fire
 Sep 2021 Anna
Strying
I light a match
just to see the flame
feel the warmth.
I blow it out
just to feel some power
over anything in my life.
I PROMISE IM NOT A PYROMANIAC LOL
 Jul 2021 Anna
Strying
But it's pushing me to try,
I don't know why.

~Maybe my eyes miss having reasons to cry~
kinda just sitting here trying to motivate myself with some techniques my sis gave me earlier this year when I had 0 motivation to even try them and idk if theyre going to help, but i have school soon so, even though im sad and numb, i gotta try to get back to an active life
 Feb 2021 Anna
nuggz
i couldn’t be more grateful to you
you gave me a place to escape
fleeing from the abuse from my family
the feeling of not having a home anymore
the emptiness that has been left behind
from the death of my most beloved companion
right into the loving arms of you and your family
change feels impossible to me
i am unable to adapt to new surroundings
i can’t shake these feelings
these overwhelming feelings i don’t belong here
it’s been months and still
this loneliness and feeling unwanted won’t shake
it clouds my brain
begging to explode and always managing to
i’m sorry i erupt and it all spills onto you
please forgive the fire inside me
that comes out frigid
 Jan 2019 Anna
Gillian Askeland
I was heartbroken once. It wasn’t by a boy as you would imagine. It was by my so-called best friend. She woke up one day and told me she didn’t want me in her life anymore. I wanted to take the pain out on myself. I wanted to cut, not eat, and sleep forever. But I did all these things besides cut because I couldn’t go back into my home habits so I scratched myself. So bad I’d bleed. But little did I know I was heartbroken.
-Gillian Askeland
 Jan 2019 Anna
Gillian Askeland
You were supposed to stay.
You were supposed to be at my graduation and my dance recitals.
I was supposed to tell you everything!
You would have been my Maid of Honor.
Helping me get ready on my wedding day or graduation day.
But none of that will happen because you told me.
"Were too different to be friends"
-Gillian Askeland
 Jan 2019 Anna
Janelle Tanguin
i.

I intentionally failed to wish you
a happy birthday this year,
though I know significant dates,
hours, moments, people,
by heart.
I still search for you in boys
I mistake for bandages,
the ones with eyes almost
the same shade of your hazels,
lips resounding your laughter,
resembling a wisp of your smile,
But they aren't you.

ii.

Sometimes I pretend you're dead,
because it's less painful
to stop reaching out into voids.

iii.

My mom still blames you
for everything that preceded that year.
Though you probably had no idea what happened
when we stopped talking altogether.
Can you believe it's almost been three years?

iv.

My dad wonders who was my 'one that got away'
Though, I'm pretty sure he knows
it's you.

v.

Remember how I mentioned Sylvia Plath?
How most everything she wrote
brimmed with melancholy?
How I loved every single word?
Especially that piece
where she talked about expectations
and disappointments.
You'll never know that
up to this day I still think
people are selfish enough to
always, eventually turn into the latter.
Even you.

vi.

It's sad I never got the chance
to tell you about Ted.
How she loved him so much,
she just had to dive headfirst
into the flames-- burning herself,
what was left of her--
after she found out
he never really loved her
the same way
she loved him
in the first place.

vii.

truth is,
some of us
never learn to accept
the love we think we deserve.


viii.

I don't know if you still read my poems
or if you still think about me,
about us, sometimes.
Every time you fall asleep past eleven,
a part of me hopes you do.
because I always remember you--
in birthday candles, red ribbons,
off-tune voice records, golden arches,
concrete sidewalks, pedestrian lanes,
the last flickers of city lights
softly fading out of the blue.
I remember you
in everything, in everywhere,
in everyone.
It's useless, no matter how much I try to forget.
No matter how much I just want to forget.
I want to forget.

But, how could I?

When forgetting means forsaking
the very memory of you.
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