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 Mar 2018 Emily C
Marisa Lu Makil
I'd love to tell you
That when you
Light up
My phone's screen

I smile

And smile.

That when
You message me first
It makes me feel so special
Like you want to speak to me

That hugging you
When we see each other
Makes my heart flutter

That loving you
Is so much more
Than just a longing

Because I think you are The One

But I can't.

Because then you'd know.
This probably won't get any likes or anything just *** it's so stereotypical, but that's OK. ;)
 Mar 2018 Emily C
Just like your handwriting
You’re a mess
You hide yourself
By cunning words
Trying to disguise how you really feel
But that’s okay
I see right through the facade
You are the type of guy
Who sometimes cries alone
In his room
The type of guy
Who teases and messes with girls
Making them feel awful
Because it’s hard to express how you really feel
You are the type of guy
Who never shows his inner thoughts
You don’t believe anyone will understand
The chaos in your mind
But that’s okay
I see right through it
I am the type of girl
Who’s willing to put
My heart out there
You are the type of guy
Who never sees
A girl like me.
 Mar 2018 Emily C
We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Please don't ever become a stranger,
whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.
 Mar 2018 Emily C
Eliza Hale
Softly lit  sunsets and turning leaves
Little feet skip in a pumpkin patch
Crisp air causing goosebumps
Warm apple cider being sold batch after batch
I am gentle, just like autumn

Slick Ice and bitter air
Blizzards wreak havoc on little towns
Slush is thrown to street corners without care
I am fierce, just like winter

Cannonballs into clear cool water
Tan lines born out of hours in the sun
Road trips and bucket lists promise adventure
Long days with endless possibilities to come
I am exciting, just like summer

Light rain offers new like
Little buds turn brown into green
Glimpses of long awaited sunshine
Earth turns into an exquisitely painted scene
I am growing, just like spring
 Mar 2018 Emily C
Veronica Emilia
i have anxiety

sometimes it feels like my head is stuffed with crumpled ***** of paper: the things I never said, the things I should have never said, the things that someone never said to me.

all of these things are written on every piece of paper
there are so many right now that no more would be able to fit
yet i can't stop thinking things, i can't stop saying stupid things, i can't stop wishing things.

i sigh I reach up to my forehead and i grasp my bangs
with my shaky hands and pull

i'm hoping one day when i do this
the top of my head will yank open
all of these crumpled pieces of thoughts
will pour out in a pile
on the floor
i will kneel down
and uncrumple each and every piece
i will read each one
until my head fills up again.
 Mar 2018 Emily C
smokey basil
 Mar 2018 Emily C
smokey basil
I squeeze my eyes shut,
I cover my ears,
I take deep breaths,
because I don't want to hear.
I try to shut my mind down
because I don't want to know
what is going on outside of me.
When humming isn’t enough
I write it down;
Those melodic words that play on repeat.
I put them in color or faded pencil.
Because it’s a more permanent way
Of expressing how I feel
Through the words of another.
 Mar 2018 Emily C
Skylar Kunaris
Sometimes I'm invincible
Infrequently I can fly
Every so often I'm ecstatic
Rarely I'm charismatic
Once in a while I'm a mad genius
From time to time I have all the answers
Now and again I feel truly alive
Occasionally I'm happy.
 Mar 2018 Emily C
Hidden Glace
Y o u  E v e r  J u s t  W a n t  T o  B r e a k  Y o u r  O w n  N e c k  ?
because... Something... I guess... Keeps... Interrupting... my thoughts...?
M a y b e  T h e y r e  R i g h t  I  M u s t  B e  C r a z y  U n l e s s  I t s  A l l
my head... (Wanna know a secret?) ███████████████████!
O r  M a y b e  Y o u  W a n t  T o  F i n d  O u t  W h y  I  D o  W h a t  I
That reflect everything (Were you listening?) [Because I wasn't] {But I was}
Sometimes the silence is more damaging than the chaos.
Sometimes you’re so mesmerized by all the voices and actions happening around you that you forget to think.
You forget what it’s like to have to sit down and acknowledge every single thing around you.
You just watch and get entertained.
And then, the silences comes in.
And you’re left there, sitting, hearing the sound of your own breath - hearing the sound of your thoughts.
Your thoughts cannot be censored in the silence.
The darkest thought you will ever have, the hardest decision you will ever make, will be in silence.
You torture yourself.
You torture your mind and your soul.
You start to hate yourself.
You start to hate your existence.
You blame yourself for the way you are.
And then they tell you that you need to find a place where you can silence everyone around you and just think.
But what I really want to silence is not around me, it’s inside of me,
And the sad thing is that:
I can never escape it.
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