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 Dec 2016 Erika Soerensen
Sam
I miss writing,
Writing the happy poems,
the ones before my mind left me.

The ones about fantasy,
about the me I desired to become.

All those have left this brain of mine,
The reality forbids I cross this threshold.
I know the truth in all, crushing the dreams I once had.

I am no longer confused, just curious.
I know not what I should.

I have lost myself,
and can never be found.
*To this realm I am eternally bound.
 Dec 2016 Erika Soerensen
Sam
Mama always said to share.
Share food, share toys
Share kind words.

I did what Mama says.
I shared everything.
I shared my words, my love.

Mama told me to keep sharin'.
I shared my belongings, my life.
I shared my all.

Mama never said anythin' 'bout bein' careful.
Being careful of sharing too much.
That's a thing?

Mama always said to share.
If I give away all of me,
I see smiles on the faces of others.

I did what Mama says.
If I give away all of me,
What parts are left to prosperous?

Mama told me to keep sharin'
All of my puzzle pieces,
Until everyone was happy.

Mama never said anythin' 'bout bein' careful of myself
*Mama never warned me 'bout this
Yes it was intentional
 Dec 2016 Erika Soerensen
Sam
Roses and Orchids grown through weeds,
Daisies and Daffodils drowned in leaves.
Yellow and Yellow stick together and fight,
As the light of opportunity fades fast in the night.
 Dec 2016 Erika Soerensen
Sam
Well
 Dec 2016 Erika Soerensen
Sam
The wells have dried up,
There is no water left to spill.
They said this might happen,
if the well was used too much.

There is nothing left to do,
but to stare into the emptiness.
Letting voices echo, and music flow,
as the town fades into darkness.
 Dec 2016 Erika Soerensen
Dahlya
Thoughts circle
Never stopping
Racing to remember
Hoping to forget.

There’s no shutting off
Control center broken
Silence is death
Fear is pain.

The worry explodes
Crumbled on the floor
Guns fire
Water flows.
 Dec 2016 Erika Soerensen
Sam
Can't this just, stop?
I laugh now because there is nothing else to do.

There is a saying that goes
Every decision you have made, leads you to this moment

People stretch this to be more magical than it really is.
But if you really think about it,

That morning I was deciding to have a pop-****, or no breakfast.
I chose pop-****.
What if I ate no breakfast-where would I be today?

It's a silly concept, and a lot of people won't truly get what I'm saying
but what ifs always get me

What if I didn't go...
What if I didn't want...
What if I didn't hear...

Caught up in the what if's instead of the what can's
 Dec 2016 Erika Soerensen
maxime
Being a poet is writing down words that you're too afraid to ever say aloud.
He wants me
he wants me not
He needs me
leaves me to rot
One moment it's on
the next it's not
An open book man
no simple thought
He shows himself fully
a web of shadows he's caught
My heart he holds
i fear will let drop
He wants me
*he wants me not
Not truly knowing is the worst torcher..
There is something unknowable about you
a curse word, terrible and crude,
itching to be spoken, dancing on the tongue
flames licking the throat
hellfire blazing in eyes shrouded
by a palpable darkness,
bright as a falling star
catastrophic as a crashing comet
you are an altogether
beautiful and damaged thing
the weeping wound
and the blade itself.
I inhaled cannabis for the first time
I felt a freedom I felt free from life
I felt that life was nice and I could live
When my high came down I felt my life wasn't real

To be in a different world, a peaceful world
Is a world I want to live in
I want to be free
I want to live
I want to be me
I want peace


Yours truly
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