emmalynn

I’m trying to figure out who I am and what that means, hopefully I can grow and continue to write through my experiences.

Writings

Followers

Following

emmalynn

I’m trying to figure out who I am and what that means, hopefully I can grow and continue to write through my experiences.

Writings

Followers

Following

Janitor’s Closet

emmalynn

2 min read

I take a deep breath, filling all the air in my lungs and picturing it flowing down through my feet and into the cool floor tile. I hold it, squeezing my eyes shut tighter and feeling tears roll down my cheeks and nose and landing gently on my shirt. When I exhale, not-so-silent-sobs roll off me and my shoulders shake with the force of their intensity. My mind runs on a loop and my entire body bur...

Drama

Choices

emmalynn

3 min read

My dearest Krysten,

I am writing you this letter that you will never read because I need to say how I feel without worrying about how it will hurt you. I am sorry that my intense mental illness has been causing you to feel depressed and anxious around me, I understand that you are probably avoiding me because of that. I am trying to learn what makes me feel better when I get to this point, but I’...

Romance

Drama

Dirt

emmalynn

3 min read

I was buried alive. When something bad happens to you, people tend to use a million different niceties to dance around any description of the event, as if not talking about it will make it all go away. In fact, people get upset with you when you talk about trauma, because talking about it makes people afraid. I want you to be afraid. If one more ignorant slob asks me to go camping with them, I’ll ...

Drama

Horror

Apologize To My Mom For Me

emmalynn

3 min read

I’d like to think that life is about enjoying the little things. Nobody ever talks about the wildflowers, how they emerge in the strangest places like yellow drops of sun, with their only focus being the spread of their beauty. I wish I had time to say hello, good morning, I love you, to each and every dandelion I find resting in patches of grass or growing out of cracks in the pavement.

Sometim...

Adventure

My Dearest Ruthie

emmalynn

1 min read

Your shoulders

Carried the weight of

Their world,

The world that tells us

It’s wrong to be a woman;

Your body, mind, and soul are

Sinfully shameful,

And we owe

Every inch of ourselves to

The people who

Created us.

Every time you were

Judged so Ruthlessly and

Broken down by a

Broken system,

You stood your ground and

In your shadow I

Found my peace.

I owe you forever for

Teaching me that

It’s...

Poetry