Emily

I one day aspire to be a lawyer that’s why I’m on this app to be able to communicate through my writing the ways words will never be able to.

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Emily

I one day aspire to be a lawyer that’s why I’m on this app to be able to communicate through my writing the ways words will never be able to.

Writings

Followers

Following

Handmade

Emily

1 min read

Our love

Crafted sculpted like art

So beautiful

So foreign

If only

If only you knew

My pain and suffrage

If only you felt the same way

We could be something

Something out of the ordinary

In your eyes I see something

I see our future

Happy

Sad

The downs and lows

Together our love

Could be handmade...

Poetry

Romance

Boys Will Be Boys

Emily

1 min read

In middle school I had a boyfriend

Everyone said it was cool to have one one

But in reality it was cruel

My boyfriend would tell me I was fat

His friends made sexual comments

Him and his friends practically controlled me

There was one boy

My best friend

He would comfort and we would laugh

One day he became one of those boys

The ones who bullied and harassed me

I told my boyfriends sister

She sa...

Poetry

The System

Emily

1 min read

Sorrow

Pain

Depression

Cops filled my home

Lights everywhere

So many people like tiny ants

gathering around their queen

My dad lay motionless

So indolent the cops stand

I knew

I knew why no one cared

The cops shot him

He screamed

Bleed

For what felt like an eternity

They did nothing

Nothing

I took them to court

No one believes a teenager

The judge dismissed

The cops smirked

That’s moment...

Poetry

Crime

She Spoke In Smoke

Emily

1 min read

She told them.

Not in shouts,

but in pauses—

those long, trembling silences

that hung like laundry in the cold.

She spoke in bruises shaped like continents,

in sweaters worn through July,

in the way she flinched when cutlery clinked.

Her voice didn’t always need sound.

But it needed listening.

He was charming in crowds—

the kind who said “She’s lucky to have me”

with a laugh

sharp enough to draw...

Poetry

Crime

The House Of Whispering Water

Emily

3 min read

Long ago, nestled deep within a silver-green marsh, hidden from the eyes of time, stood an ancient Chinese building known only as Qingshui Lou — the House of Whispering Water. It was built during the reign of an emperor whose name has since dissolved into the fog of forgotten dynasties. The house stood upon stone stilts, its dark wood lacquered with centuries of rain, its curved eaves brushing aga...

The Silence Within

Emily

2 min read

Mara knew the exact sound the front door made when her dad came home drunk. Not the soft creak of someone trying not to wake you, but the sharp, careless slam that rattled the coat rack. It was always late—always past midnight—and always followed by the clink of keys hitting the kitchen counter and a long, tired sigh like he hated himself for coming home at all.

She was used to it. Or at least th...

Thriller

The Last Cup

Emily

1 min read

Every morning for the past seventeen years, Mara had made two cups of coffee.

One with a splash of cream and a spoonful of honey—for herself.

The other, black and steaming—for the man who once sat across from her in the kitchen, always first to speak, always halfway through the newspaper before she even took a sip.

The morning sun filtered through the same floral curtains he had insisted on keep...

The Price For Victory

Emily

1 min read

Born just 13 months apart, they competed over everything: grades, attention, sports, who got the front seat. Their parents tried to be fair, but fairness sometimes felt like favoritism. Lena was quieter, more introspective, good with words. Max was loud, athletic, magnetic—he soaked up praise like a sponge.

By high school, their rivalry had hardened. Max teased Lena constantly. Sometimes it was j...

The Concrete Jungles Breathe

Emily

1 min read

As far as I can see cars stretch for miles and miles

just like the rolling tides in the ocean.

The people are like ants on the jungle floor scurrying around.

The city is filled with laughter, grief,and anger it is almost

as loud as Niagra Falls.

As I observe I run my hand on the beautiful smooth marble

used on the buildings.

The air thick and smoggy to breathe.

Its suffocating like a thick rope...

Poetry

The Devil

Emily

1 min read

I’ll make a deal he said

It won’t hurt you one bit he said

Just play a small game he said

If you loose then I choose what happens he said

If you win then you choose what happens he said

Sign this and you won’t be hurt he said

I lost at his game he said

Now you will forever serve me and please me he said

I turned to run but he caught me

No no sweetheart he said so sinisterly

You belong to me now

...

Poetry

Thriller