You and me Us together Souls intertwined Will never leave Each other’s side Till the end of time
What’s mine is yours What’s yours is mine May we always be a rhyme A back and forth That never stops That always compliment each other Even through a lot
Together, with blood drawn May we be sisters through it all Through blood Through pain Through body Through brain This is our pact We can never go back
authors note: currently writing this at like 12:00am so don’t be surprised if literally none of this makes sense🙃💜****
I can’t feel my feet Or my hands Or my face But most concerning of all Is the fact that my heart Is colder than an Oklahoma fall
I think I’ve forgotten What having feelings feels like It’s been so long And I’ve been so tired I’ve lost everything That I have once loved and admired
Once you have been as cold as me For as long as I have You too will understand That after so long Of feeling nothing at all You get pretty good At faking being warm
You get good At pretending That you are not alone And after freezing for so long Your ice cold water Feels much warmer Than nothing at all
At night in the dark, my brain likes to spark
It ignites like a fire my most selfish desires
I feel ashamed for feeling this way
Is it so wrong to want what others have
And not just be left with no pass?
My brain hops from one thing to the next
In an erratic dance with no rythem or end
Why can’t my thoughts just let me sleep
Oh to be able to sleep peacefully,
And endlessly, in my own bed
I love you Your hair Your smile It doesn’t matter I love it all
My safe space My haven The person Who always knows what to say To keep me from drifting away
When in a crowd With no one I know around I look for your face And suddenly I am not so afraid Of what or who could come my way
You have always been there No matter the day To every show Every recital Even to every mattene
To my favorite person Who I very much love You are the best sister ever
From Mia, with love
When I look in the mirror A girl looks back at me She has my face She has my body She has my eyes And she has my nose But she has seen and heard More than I’ll ever know
She is my reflection The person who knows me best Who knows me better than Even me
But me and my reflection Are not the same My reflection is silent You can only see her scream
Unlike my reflection I can be heard This I forget But I shouldn’t Because my words matter My thoughts have value
And if I choose to scream Than you better know That I mean what I say Because I say What others think I say what not everyone can
So I say thanks to my mirror For reminding me That I have words I have power I have me
Red, blue Purple and green These and more Are the colors I see
Your wings are like a kaleidoscope Beautiful and full of glamour Yet they tend to just remind me Of how easily we shatter
When I look at you You remind me of… Of…
Well I don’t know You are like a gun shot to the head Startling and sudden And yet not unexpected
Just like the patterns In those gorgeous wings Human emotions Are a complicated thing
*authors note: This poem is not fully finished/I think I can do better, but I want to post it anyway. There’s no point in me having a poem app to get opinions on my writing if I’m not posting anything. Anywho, loves! 💜🩵💙
I’m upside down And inside out Everything is right I am just wrong
The things I used to enjoy And the people I used to like Don’t spark the same joy in my life
I want to be how I used to be But what I was is not who I am My right is wrong And my down is up
Now that life is all upside down I see things differently It’s like a blindfold’s been taken off And I can see clearly for the first time That being upside down Isn’t all that bad
Down at her feet She looks at the street All cracked and weathered From all its years being beat Beat by the cars And beat by the rain
Sometimes she feels Just like that street Broken and buckled Riddled with holes Holes in her heart And holes in her brain
Instead of her safe suburban home She walks right past it All alone She walks past her school Past the park Just past the trees And sits in a clearing Where she can just Be
In that clearing she leans on a tree She takes out a notebook from her bag And writes and writes Till she feels less bad
“I am sick of being ignored” “I am sick of being overlooked” “I feel like a background character, in someone else’s book”
She looks at the words That she has just written And realized that for the first time She is not trying to hide
She is sick of waiting For this deadbeat town To wake up and realize That she is meant for more Than what they have around
She takes out her pocket knife And carves into the tree “Goodbye little town Goodbye little life Goodbye to those Who will never understand That sometimes to be you You have to give up who you’ve been” “Lots of love, Lyn”
