Chloe Monsanto, Fall Editor
January 29, 2019
Filed under Creative Space
It took you so long,
To finally tell me,
That you love me,
Like how I love you.
And when you told me,
Those eight letters,
All of my sadness,
Was finally gone.
But, then I woke up,
I felt my heart c...
Chloe Monsanto, Fall Editor
January 29, 2019
Filed under Creative Space
From talking everyday,
And texting every minute,
And smiling all the time,
It ended.
And no matter how much I tried,
To get our friendship back.
You still distanced yourself,
And left my life.
...
Chloe Monsanto, Fall Editor
January 29, 2019
Filed under Creative Space
A boy,
By the name of Cameron
Sat alone.
He wished for a clone,
So he may be somewhere
Far away.
Away,
From the pressures
Of school.
Cameron was not considered
Cool.
If someone came to him,
...
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Chloe Monsanto, Fall Editor
January 23, 2019
Filed under Creative Space
I grow and grow,
Until someone picks me.
But, nobody did,
Except for you.
You watered me,
And gave me sunlight,
Even,
When the darkness was caving in.
Until I grew thorns,
So, yo...
Chloe Monsanto, Fall Editor
January 23, 2019
Filed under Creative Space
Carefully,
I selected a flower.
One that would care for me,
One that would appreciate me.
The stem was perfect,
And the petals were soft.
Like how he was perfect,
For me.
And everyda...
Chloe Monsanto, Fall Editor
January 23, 2019
Filed under Creative Space
Twelve ounces of tears,
And a heart that will sink.
A tablespoon of fear,
And some time to think.
Of all the good times we had,
Which have now come to a close.
Although I wish it wasn’t over,
...
Chloe Monsanto, Fall Editor
January 23, 2019
Filed under Creative Space
Depression is not
What everyone jokes about
Depression is a spiral
A never-ending one
Depression will keep me up at night
It will be the hail in the middle of summer
Depression will do things to me
Keep me...
Rachelle Estinvil, Fall Editor
January 22, 2019
Filed under Creative Space
stuck in a pit of despair,
i see my haunted soul staring right at me.
can you promise not to bring it harm?
would it ever stop getting worse?
regretting running away from home
seems like everyone but me forgot
c...
Rachelle Estinvil, Fall Editor
January 22, 2019
Filed under Creative Space
stop.
can’t you see?
you’re not blind
but yet, you are.
there’s fog…
it’s full of lies, blocking the truth
it’s filled with your feelings
your blinding feelings
you want the tr...
