Lemonade Eventually, I Guess

Lemonade Eventually, I Guess, by Cortni Merritt

Lemonade eventually, I guess

Life gifted me many lemons, but
I didn’t know what to do
with them.

I don’t particularly like
lemonade.

I thought, “I’ll give them to some friends,”
and then had fewer, but the rest continue to hang
in the basket

<strong>Cortni Merritt</strong>
Cortni Merritt

Cortni Merritt is a mom and entrepreneur living in Orlando, FL. She earned her M.A. in English literature and has served as an editor, ghostwriter, and book coach for 100+ fiction and nonfiction authors.

Her poetry has been featured in Bear Creek Haiku, Ariel Chart, Halcyon Days, and Former People, and she self-published her first collection of haiku and accompanying artwork, Slices of Silence, in 2019.

Cortni posts poetry and details of her writer’s journey on Instagram: @cortni.m.dreams.

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Final Road Trip

Final Roadtrip, written by Lina Heller

Final Road Trip, written by Lina Heller

Final Road

maybe one day
you’ll get in your car
and never come back
as this road finally takes you
where you were supposed to be all along
maybe one day
you’ll get in your car
all alone, but never lonely
you’ll turn on the ignition and start driving
without hesitation
with no destination and no restriction
just you and your car
maybe you’ll make friends along the way
maybe you’ll pick up some hitchhikers
and who knows, maybe you’ll even find love in some stranger’s eyes
but even if you’ll just stay on your own
you will wake up one morning
somewhere you’ve never been before
where no one knows your name
and you’ll feel free
like you never have before
you’ll find beauty in not belonging anywhere
you’ll find happiness inside yourself again
you’ll be that person, that you love so much
but said goodbye to so many days and nights ago
along the road you will find yourself again
hidden somewhere between bushes and stones
between the eyes of strangers and small villages
you will find yourself
standing in front of a dirty restroom mirror
looking at a completely new person
wild and free
smiling despite the knots in her hair
smiling, no matter what
one day
you’ll get in your car, and never look back

Flood, by Lina Heller

Flood

I can go days
without thinking of you
but then, out of nowhere
my mind gets flooded with all these memories and pictures of you
and no matter how high and how strong I build my walls
eventually they’ll always cave

<strong>Lina Heller</strong>
Lina Heller

I’m 20 years old and from Germany.
Currently, I‘m studying literature, art & media at university.

I’m music addicted, happy when it rains and I love photography.

Writing has always been my way of talking without having to open my mouth. It is my way of coping with reality; I guess. I hope, that someday I’ll get to publish my own poetry book. But until then I’ll fill page after page of my grey notebook.

My Instagram handle is: @writingsbylina

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Home, written by Rachita Praharaj

Home, written by Rachita Praharaj

Home

I'm nothing
but those tiny shreds
of hope
that I once had lost!
Soiled,
my senses
in your soul
And I found my peace.
The emotions settles within
your smile,
A silhouette touch,
craving for your dark,
Your beats are my home.
Rachita Praharaj

I’m Rachita Praharaj, I belong to Odisha, India. I’m a student of Commerce and I’m 17.

Other than Writing I love to dance and read, I read a lot of web novels and poetry.

To me, writing is an escape, from this chaotic world to a place of my own, a place where my chaos finds peace.
One day surely I would want to publish my poetry book, but not working in that yet.

My Instagram account is @the_closet_lines, I post all my words there!

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You'd Come Over, Right?

You'd Come Over, Right?, by Christian Marquez

You’d Come Over, Right?, by Christian Marquez

If one night
I was sitting in my bedroom by my lonesome
Illuminated only by the glare of the moonlight
With the weight of the world rested on my shoulders
Squeezing tears out through the cracks of my eyelids
You’d come over, right?

You’d rest your head between my chest and make melodies of my heartbeats as the moon gives in to the sunrise
The clouds swallowing her whole and as the rain pours down today turns into yesterday There, I am under the pavilion thinking to myself
You’d come over, right?

If my heart was in my hands and my soul bled through my chest
You’d come over right?
To stitch me up and make me whole again? Because if I’m going to be honest with you I can’t keep filling my cracks with gold because I’ll just be looked at as an object not a treasure
Thieves will only try to take the valuable pieces that remain and leave me broken
I don’t have enough left of me to keep hoping
And all I ever do now is lie awake dreaming of feeling your warmth again
Knitting our fingers through each other hands
And with one blink it all disappears
You’d come over, right?

If I called you late at night with no words on my lips
The sound of dread in my breath waiting for your voice to pull me back down to earth
I’ve never needed anyone
Not before love anyway
But now after heartbreak and heartache and headaches and long days
My exhaustion became my existence
I reminisce on a past that only brought blades to my skin
I dream of a future that is out of reach yet I would rather tear myself limb from limb and build a bridge from my bones to get to you because in my mind I know that if I did that
You’d come over... right?

<strong>Christian Marquez</strong>
Christian Marquez

Hello, it’s Christian! I’m originally from Long Island, NY but I currently live in Boca Raton, FL. I write poetry as a side hobby, along with my other hobby, acting (I’m a Theatre major at FAU). 

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A Letter to My Best Friends

A Letter to My Best Friends, by Alina Mirza

A Letter to My Best Friends

Dear Best Friend,
All that time we spent together
Yet I wonder how I clicked with you
You are the one to spoil me
Yet people think I am the one who spoiled you
You have lots of my ugly photos
Just remember, so do I
Now that we have our own ways
Yet we make sure, that at some points our paths converge
You are my mentor
You are my friend
You are my partner
till our end

Dear Best Friend
I remember the day I met you
That day in the lab
You walked straight towards me
With a smile you greeted me
From that day till now
You are one of the best friends I have found
No matter what time or day
You always know how to make me laugh
Even though we don’t meet as often
But whenever you see me
You still greet me with the same crazy smile
For five years I have known you
And I wish to know you till the day I die

<strong>Alina Mirza</strong>
Alina Mirza

Hi, my name is Alina Mirza. I am from India. Reading books and writing poems (only when inspiration strikes!) are the hobbies that I enjoy the most.

For me, writing gives words to my scattered thoughts. Writing along with two of my friends motivates me to do better, whether it is writing or any other activity. Together we created an Instagram account named “The Memory Cache” where we share our writings with the people.

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Guard Her Heart

Guard Her Heart, by Jeremy Merrin

Guard Her Heart

A beautiful sight indeed
Never seen such a thing
This tender heart in my hand
Has immeasurable compassion
Loves everything and everyone
It sees no wrong only right
From it comes all kinds of light
It’s a rare gem in this world

The scars I feel are many
Scars on scars that won’t fade
Each ripple brings a tear to my eye
Who would do this to this heart
Who should try to put out its light
If only I stole it sooner
Maybe I could have stopped it

I find a scar with my name on it
How could I add to this hurt
I want to take it away
Maybe my love can fill it
Make it fade away
It’ll always be there with all the others
I wish I could take all the hurt away

This heart still loves despite all the damage
Making it shine that much brighter
Maybe I can protect it
Keep the scars from adding
Keep the hurt away
So that’s what I’ll do
I’ll protect this heart and guard it
Love it like it deserves
Blanketing it every day
No one dares hurt this heart I hold.

<strong>Jeremy Merrin</strong>
Jeremy Merrin

Jeremy is from Plant City,  a small town in Florida outside Tampa where he works in contracting work, remodeling houses and custom interior work.

His faith plays a big part in his life. He’s on staff at a small local church.

His hobbies are things that include his kids, like sports. They like vintage and retro items, so they like to go to estate sales to hunt for treasures.

Jeremy started writing at 43 (so, for about a year and a half). He just started sharing his written work in December (2019).  He’s becoming more serious about it as he discovers he has more to say. Maybe one day, he’ll put it in a book. 

You can follow his work on Instagram: @Awokenwords

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Letter from the City

Letter from the City, written by Philip Chijioke Abonyi

Letter from the City, written by Philip Chijioke Abonyi

Letter from the City

My love,

you know
loneliness is my allergy.

I wither silently like flowers adorning a cemetery,
when you are not here.

I waste away in the intestine of your memories
together with my hookworms.

And each time I cry
No one comes to dry the oceans in my eyes.

Somewhere in my head
I hear insanity creaking.

For every minute my hyper-electrical blood, tense,
takes me on a journey to the city

where with another man you eat
the love you once saved in a bowl of glass for me.

You paint his lips with delicious kisses.
Rolling back the tears to my eyes with tongs..

Let this sorrow emerging in my heart
like a young seedling in the feces of pigs

be eaten by the caterpillar of your love.
Love written with the ink dipped in your heart.

Wrapped with petals of roses
send to me lines filled with moistened words of your mouth.

Let me read away the thirstiness of your absence.
Let me be snug in the warmth of your words and come for salvation’s sake.

For with your little presence, there is always
a breakthrough.

<strong>Philip Chijioke Abonyi </strong>
Philip Chijioke Abonyi 

Philip Chijioke Abonyi is a poet/writer who hails from Akparata Ada Obollo-Etiti in Udenu Local Government Area of Enugu State, Nigeria. He is currently studying Science Laboratory Technology in Federal polytechnic Oko, Anambra state. 

His poems appeared online on Aceworld and also in many anthologies including ABIKU/THIS IS NIGERIA, ADULTHOOD IS A SCAM and NATURE AND THOUGHTS anthology. He has many unpublished poetry and prose works, and he writes earnestly for he believes that we can write the world into a better place. 

Apart from writing, he loves reading and listening to good music. He writes on Facebook under the name Philip C. Abonyi.

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A Divine Love

A Divine Love

A Divine Love, written by Micheline Mourad

A Divine Love

Drawn within nature’s art of divinity
Written in words translated into a poetic
Living dream through a breath-taking poetry
Among all lies, even myths.. the only truth
A heart carved with love, serenity, honesty, and loyalty
The wish granted upon every shooting star
the awaited chance, on every side of possibility
Fallen from an old cast spell of magic
My darling, you are a fairytale wandering into reality

Micheline Mourad

As I’ve been writing with much love and passion, I’ve decided for my poetry to be devoted only to love and nature… and sure to be cheerful!
I’m a 25-year-old Lebanese who is all up to writing and reading other’s amazing pieces too. 

Check my growing dream-page on IG: @a_poeticdream
I hope you all enjoy and fall for the love of my words.

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Papa

Papa, written by Jessica Buchanan

Papa, written by Jessica Buchanan

Papa

I keep searching for you in all the things you left behind.
In the Boars Head hat with the elastic completely worn.
In your eyes right where the lights been torn.
I’m numb and I think that means I’m forgetting.

I think that’s why I keep collecting your things.
So I don’t forget your chair at the center of the table.
That album filled to the brim with pictures and more importantly stories.
But those words keep slipping through my grip.
It keeps fading.
The old phone charger in a hotel room in Jersey.
Your wise cracks delivered in perfect time.

I will never be able to collect enough of you.

This is where you would tell me to look inside myself.
In front of myself.
To remember that I’ll be the reminder.
A living memory.
And not always a thing completely torn.

<strong>Jessica Buchanan</strong>
Jessica Buchanan

Hi! I am a 29-year-old from New York.
I love people watching, being a movie fanatic and devouring romance novels when I’m not writing and/or forcing my friends to listen to it.

Writing has been a passion of mine from a young age and is often my easiest form of communicating.
I began taking my writing more seriously after a few back to back episodes of anxiety and depression. I began journaling everyday, multiple times a day. It was my only way of not screaming.

The thought of people going through similar situations alone is what made me want to share my stories.
I believe that’s why we are all here. Writing to me is the purest form of relatability.

If I can make one person feel less alone, I’ve done my job.
My writing Instagram if you would like to follow my journey (and I would love to have you) is @tothelittleguys
Also!

My most recent passion project with two of my friends is @longislandpoets. We hope to bring together all the beautifully talented poets of Long Island!

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Let Him Live

Let Him Live by Adrian Jesuthasan

LET HIM LIVE

Haven’t you noticed?
How quiet he is.
With no words to whisper
No thoughts to set him free.

Day by day, he drowns himself,
With a troubled mind, sorrows and pain.
No one to care for, no one to ask,
No one to see him, hide behind his mask.

He denies the world of his love and care,
Bottled up, with all despair.
The life he lives with nothing to share,
Is nothing more than a sad affair.

Their life ends when they see no hope,
Little do they know, there’s so much more?
If only you took the time to show them more,
The world would smile, with so much more.

The pain and suffering of a depressed mind,
Is not known to all mankind.
A child like him needs to know,
There’s always hope, let the world show you more.

<strong>Adrian Jesuthasan</strong>
Adrian Jesuthasan

I began writing poems in 2013. The focus of my poetry was mostly motivational and romance. I’ve written over 65 poems ranging from different categories.

Poetry has always helped me see the worlds differently. The beauty in things around us and to appreciate the little things in life. I’ve always looked at poetry as a puzzle. It’s what gives each poem life, and every stanza has its meaning that gives the poem true life.

Understanding why a poet described a particular poem the way he has makes you realize the emotions behind each poem and that’s what got me hooked on poetry. 

Write Magazine, Sri Lanka published Adrian’s work in Issues 1, 2 & 3. You can follow his work on Instagram: @adjesuthasan

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