#elite v

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ELITE V entries: by Pri St. Martin Specs (1) Resting — a face clearing, magnifying And accentuating one’s favorite; My one and only pure set of assets. Assisting, aiding with one’s daily life — An innovative yet indeed such a Minimalistic creation. Seeing Without hindrances and constraints but one Too many choices and no perfect fit. Burdened — the change is annually. And when Those silly little rain drops defeats the Purpose; witness what the real world offers. Yes, it’s blurry but imperfections should Never equate to the statements being Untrue — hence, furthermore strengthening it. Specs Too Depressed, anxious, bipolar — is that all That can be perceived, piercing through these orbs? Raw with abundance of sticky labels, Celebration has suddenly started. Is it the concept, trend or attention? Twenty eighteen... with this mentality? A sight which is yet to be corrected But with these specs now being utilized, Housing around a liter and a half, Concealing what looks to be such childish, Petty emotions with a genuine smile. It makes the dear audience forget just how Perfection is achieved naturally.

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ELITE V entries: by Exij Snow Cataclysmic Love

It's when you lay in bed and a tear involuntarily rolls down your face when you think about her—she's a sob story.

It's when you settle down for breakfast and suddenly slows down with your actions because you thought of her—a slow rush coming in. It's when you're doing your daily routine and she reminds you again—you used to do the same thing.

It's when you first take a step on a bus and you'll remember her the second time and then you just can't help but smile at the thought—you both have motion sickness.

It's when she tells you lame jokes and confusing riddles and you still laugh with her and find her funny, because for you, she has the best sense of humor.

It's when she apologizes and asks for forgiveness over silly arguments that seem more trivial to the world but affects you in some way—with her, little things matter.

It’s when the night comes and you lay next to each other under the covers; talking, ranting, sharing about your day – your problems, your goals, your whole life.

It's when you know it's the love you want. The kind where you feel anxious your heart is going to explode.

The kind where your emotions overtake you overwhelmingly so. The kind of love when you can say, "I'm not done." That kind of love — a cataclysmic one.

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ELITE V entries: by Scythe Giroux

10 random things (she does and I hope she knows) I like about her:

i. this is just one of those days where she suddenly appears out of nowhere, and she doesn't usually notice it but she attempts to capture my eyes.

but i wish so damn well it was my heart.

ii. i don't know how and why she does it but when she looks at me, she does it so unconsciously—like even she doesn't realize she's already staring deep within me.

iii. a small amount of drizzle in a gloomy afternoon and a fine woman that makes me unapologetically swoon sits there with her friends and I think about how good her laughter sounds even if I couldn't hear it. I hope that one day I could be the one who could make her laugh. Right now, I can only wish on the stars and the moon.

right now, i can only wish on the stars and the moon.

iv. when she's near, the world backtracks to the time i first met her.

who knew losing her would become my greatest fear?

v. tick, tock, tick tock, chants the clock. guess what? i’ve been counting in a seemingly endless loop of time, waiting to see her again.

vi. have you ever noticed how the twigs and branches sway when a soft calm wind occurs? that's how i think about every time she approaches me; slow and unsteady.

but when it stops, it knows very well where it should be.

vii. i wish i was the one she sings her woes away. i wish i was the one she dances her troubles to. what else can i say? i'd love every single thing she'll do.

viii. she doesn't easily get offended when I speak with subtlety. she doesn't seem to be bothered when my words are dripping in sarcasm. i'm starting to think she always understands where I'm coming from.

ix. the more she makes me smile, the more i want to cry. because once and for all, she's not even mine but at some point, i inadvertently made her my nighttime lullaby.

x. wonder if she knew about how i feel? absolutely not. tho let me tell you this:

this heart won't stop beating, because for her, i wouldn't mind falling.