Amour
by Holly Jenkins
When the touch of their hand is never enough
When they glance your way and make you blush
The hollow nights of dreams that are all about you
Keeping me awake when the hours are few
Jittery and hopeful as I look upon life
The only way I imagine it now is with you by my side
You pull my strings like a harp
Delicate and alluring
Your smile hits my beating heart ever assuring
Our love as we can see it is just the beginning of a work of art
Pristine and pure
No matter what we might have to endure
So I ask for you to take my hand
To jump into the unknown forsaken land
For you hold my heart and I hold yours
Our Souls intertwine from this world to beyond
My heart grows fond
For my love is always strong
Our love is an unbreakable bond
by Holly Jenkins
When the touch of their hand is never enough
When they glance your way and make you blush
The hollow nights of dreams that are all about you
Keeping me awake when the hours are few
Jittery and hopeful as I look upon life
The only way I imagine it now is with you by my side
You pull my strings like a harp
Delicate and alluring
Your smile hits my beating heart ever assuring
Our love as we can see it is just the beginning of a work of art
Pristine and pure
No matter what we might have to endure
So I ask for you to take my hand
To jump into the unknown forsaken land
For you hold my heart and I hold yours
Our Souls intertwine from this world to beyond
My heart grows fond
For my love is always strong
Our love is an unbreakable bond
Hate-Watch
by Bella Rose
I’ve never been in love, so
I don’t know quite what it’s like.
I couldn’t tell you about that
Deep twist in the gut, when they say,
I just knew, the
Feeling of forever, the
rose petals, and shared mortgages, but
I do know that my dad
Rolls his eyes at House Hunters, but right now-
He and my mom sit on the
Two-seater recliner,
Eating their lunch- salad he made for her,
blueberry soda she bought for him,
And they watch
And complain about every house.
The countertops, the floors, the open-
Concept crap, and the ridiculous clothes of the
Rich idiots looking at those houses, and-
I’ve never been in love, but
I’m pretty sure that’s what love is.
by Bella Rose
I’ve never been in love, so
I don’t know quite what it’s like.
I couldn’t tell you about that
Deep twist in the gut, when they say,
I just knew, the
Feeling of forever, the
rose petals, and shared mortgages, but
I do know that my dad
Rolls his eyes at House Hunters, but right now-
He and my mom sit on the
Two-seater recliner,
Eating their lunch- salad he made for her,
blueberry soda she bought for him,
And they watch
And complain about every house.
The countertops, the floors, the open-
Concept crap, and the ridiculous clothes of the
Rich idiots looking at those houses, and-
I’ve never been in love, but
I’m pretty sure that’s what love is.
Lip Balm
Love is ugly.
It shows your soul,
all of it,
the dark with the light.
Sometimes I fear
there’s something wrong inherently wrong with me,
like a defect of some kind
rendered me just plain bad.
But love is the balm
that fills these wicked cracks,
whittled into my heart
through doubt and pain.
Smiles brought on by the pleasure of a jovial evening,
filled with food and friends,
kisses given to me from the sweet mouth of
a gentle boy,
and hugs,
given to a best friend as a hallway greeting,
these things and more make me whole.
Love is ugly.
It shows your soul,
all of it,
the dark with the light.
Sometimes I fear
there’s something wrong inherently wrong with me,
like a defect of some kind
rendered me just plain bad.
But love is the balm
that fills these wicked cracks,
whittled into my heart
through doubt and pain.
Smiles brought on by the pleasure of a jovial evening,
filled with food and friends,
kisses given to me from the sweet mouth of
a gentle boy,
and hugs,
given to a best friend as a hallway greeting,
these things and more make me whole.
Stardust Boy
by Amara Moyer
I do not claim to know much.
But I would like to think,
that maybe.
Just maybe.
Soulmates are real.
And that they are made of the same stardust.
And love is just two bits of stardust
trying to return home to each other.
I know it seems outlandish.
But when I looked in your eyes
I could’ve sworn I saw bits of stardust amongst my new favorite color.
Trying to escape.
Trying to find home.
And for a second, I hoped that they would’ve found it with me.
It’s futile, I know.
To take my rotting, oxidized heart
And try to give it to a boy whose stardust has already found home.
But I am a fool.
And that’s okay.
by Amara Moyer
I do not claim to know much.
But I would like to think,
that maybe.
Just maybe.
Soulmates are real.
And that they are made of the same stardust.
And love is just two bits of stardust
trying to return home to each other.
I know it seems outlandish.
But when I looked in your eyes
I could’ve sworn I saw bits of stardust amongst my new favorite color.
Trying to escape.
Trying to find home.
And for a second, I hoped that they would’ve found it with me.
It’s futile, I know.
To take my rotting, oxidized heart
And try to give it to a boy whose stardust has already found home.
But I am a fool.
And that’s okay.
lies i never told
(about lies I’ve never had to say to hide the truth)
i don’t like you
I’ve never told you the whole truth.
Just scribe love letters onto brown paper
and gulp ink down my throat.
i’ve never said no
to your head on my shoulder or
listening to sugary pink playlists
or straight-road drives
that morph skin into gooseflesh.
It’s not even a secret now,
just an unspoken truth.
Love to me has always been hidden and endless,
always to myself,
a mirror i pocket
just to admire the silver glow
of your skin
reflecting back into me.
I don’t love you
Love to me is firefly light,
a bulb that flickers on
in the twilight of summer.
The possibility of loving you
has always faded into the feeling of loving you.
Love to me is unsure.
Uncertain and seasonal
and forever true.
(about lies I’ve never had to say to hide the truth)
i don’t like you
I’ve never told you the whole truth.
Just scribe love letters onto brown paper
and gulp ink down my throat.
i’ve never said no
to your head on my shoulder or
listening to sugary pink playlists
or straight-road drives
that morph skin into gooseflesh.
It’s not even a secret now,
just an unspoken truth.
Love to me has always been hidden and endless,
always to myself,
a mirror i pocket
just to admire the silver glow
of your skin
reflecting back into me.
I don’t love you
Love to me is firefly light,
a bulb that flickers on
in the twilight of summer.
The possibility of loving you
has always faded into the feeling of loving you.
Love to me is unsure.
Uncertain and seasonal
and forever true.
Dare You Love?
Dare you love without hope?
That not a single soul could see
held her hand until it hurt
gripped on to immortality
She slipped through my fingers swiftly
I felt my heart drum
And all the instincts in my head
Silenced and went numb
Wild, is this mourned longing
To preserve the hearts I hold
And watch them beat within my palm
Encased and turned to gold
Dare you love without hope?
That not a single soul could see
held her hand until it hurt
gripped on to immortality
She slipped through my fingers swiftly
I felt my heart drum
And all the instincts in my head
Silenced and went numb
Wild, is this mourned longing
To preserve the hearts I hold
And watch them beat within my palm
Encased and turned to gold
What Love is
by Maritcela Comas
Love for me will only ever be written off as a crush or something I don't understand because I’m a teenager,
But I know love
And I know how much it hurts.
Love can have you in a chokehold and take everything out of you.
But the worst part of it all is that you don’t even realize you’ve fallen
until you’ve crashed and the high is over
And the burns of what was once love’s eternal flames mark you as they extinguish.
Love is complicated.
Love is surviving the ups and downs of my day for you.
Love is learning your favorite things to make you smile.
Love is writing letters throughout the day because I'm thinking of you.
Love for me is rough...
and annoying,
and painful.
So, so painful.
Love is all that I've ever known for you.
Love is the galaxies that I would have traveled to—
The universes that I have tried to explore just to reach you.
Love is the ink written on pages that you’re in.
My love will only ever go as far as the book you’re in
Because my love for you isn’t “real love”
“It’s a silly little crush on a character who will never be real.”
But my love for you is real enough to me.
It’s so real that my heart aches every time I think about a life without you
Or I write you a song or poem you’ll never read
Or dare to dream about a life with you.
My love will never be returned
and I believe I’m slowly starting to accept that.
But it doesn’t mean I will ever stop dreaming of my perfect life with you
Because I love you and you never truly stop caring about the ones you love.
by Maritcela Comas
Love for me will only ever be written off as a crush or something I don't understand because I’m a teenager,
But I know love
And I know how much it hurts.
Love can have you in a chokehold and take everything out of you.
But the worst part of it all is that you don’t even realize you’ve fallen
until you’ve crashed and the high is over
And the burns of what was once love’s eternal flames mark you as they extinguish.
Love is complicated.
Love is surviving the ups and downs of my day for you.
Love is learning your favorite things to make you smile.
Love is writing letters throughout the day because I'm thinking of you.
Love for me is rough...
and annoying,
and painful.
So, so painful.
Love is all that I've ever known for you.
Love is the galaxies that I would have traveled to—
The universes that I have tried to explore just to reach you.
Love is the ink written on pages that you’re in.
My love will only ever go as far as the book you’re in
Because my love for you isn’t “real love”
“It’s a silly little crush on a character who will never be real.”
But my love for you is real enough to me.
It’s so real that my heart aches every time I think about a life without you
Or I write you a song or poem you’ll never read
Or dare to dream about a life with you.
My love will never be returned
and I believe I’m slowly starting to accept that.
But it doesn’t mean I will ever stop dreaming of my perfect life with you
Because I love you and you never truly stop caring about the ones you love.
The Lover’s Lament
Love?
Bold of you to assume I’ve been Loved.
I’ve Loved a boy...
Loved a girl
I’ve chased and changed
All that, to be Loved
Love is often fabricated
That word, Love
It feels wrong on my tongue
Like it doesn’t belong to me
When my family asks
“Any boys on your mind?”
My brain starts a civil war.
I won't tell them
Love is often complicated
You think this is it
This is the one
“friend”
Echoes through your ears
Love is often dismaying
You’ve laughed for Love
You’ve tried for Love
For what?
Love is often futile
Your heart goes out eventually
Keep it alive if you can
Far too many break until you can’t remember
how to put it back together
Love?
Love is agony
Love?
Bold of you to assume I’ve been Loved.
I’ve Loved a boy...
Loved a girl
I’ve chased and changed
All that, to be Loved
Love is often fabricated
That word, Love
It feels wrong on my tongue
Like it doesn’t belong to me
When my family asks
“Any boys on your mind?”
My brain starts a civil war.
I won't tell them
Love is often complicated
You think this is it
This is the one
“friend”
Echoes through your ears
Love is often dismaying
You’ve laughed for Love
You’ve tried for Love
For what?
Love is often futile
Your heart goes out eventually
Keep it alive if you can
Far too many break until you can’t remember
how to put it back together
Love?
Love is agony
