By: Anonymous "Where I am from" I am from a life filled with emotion, From the loneliness of my mismatched race. I am from the warmth of my brother's hug, From the vulnerability of smooth paint on a canvas. I am from the emptiness of my mother's absence, From the exhaustion of my overworked heart. I am from the pride of freshly marked pages, From the fear of the barbed wire that pierced my skin. I am from the adrenaline of confrontation, From the burning joy of validation. I

By Samantha Merchan Technology has been the sacred devout, We have dedicated our lives about. Every twist and every turn, Has been to get ourselves to this thing we so dearly yearn– Yet we will soon begin to comprehend, As it is our life, it will be our end. "The end of the world" seems so far away, But do not let your thoughts be left astray, We are closer to it than we would like to admit There is something so lovely on our resistance to cease to exist.

By: Anonymous My lover was beauty and grace itself If she was a butterfly I was a moth Floating aimlessly towards her light If I was an emperor She would be a goddess And if she so allowed, I would be her loyal worshiper My lover was soft and loving If she was a sunflower I would be a mere weed If she was a queen And if I were oh so lucky I would be her jester If she was fresh fruit I would be compost My lover was gentle and caring To all others To all bes

By: Natalie McMillan ` My best friend, Max, and I sat on the roof of my house. We were watching the sunset. At that moment, The sun was a bright orange blending into a light pink and then a baby blue. I looked at Max’s eyes. They were the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. They were just like the ocean. A shiny deep blue. His hair was a chestnut brown and his lips were a pale pink. “What do you want to be when you get older,” He asked me. It was a random question. I gues

By: Anonymous I just wanna cry I wanna feel like this gut wrenching emotion will pass by I want to feel the tears racing down my face I wanna have an outlet so my feelings can displace Im sad, but apparently not sad enough Im heartbroken, but without puffy eyes it feels like a bluff I want proof that Im not okay I wanna see the red nose, the falling tears, the swollen eyes, out on display I wanna know that Im not numb I wanna make those healed videos, to be able to see what I

By: Ava Lybunisky Giggles fill the room when I’m with my friends. All of us are dying of laughter, looking at Lily rolling around the floor like a dog. These are the type of friends that make your stomach hurt every time you hang out with them because you've done so much laughing. “What's that noise?” Anna says, breaking all the laughter. It seems to be coming from the top of Lily's bed. I jump up and search. I find my phone buzzing under a blanket. As I pick it up, I see a