CallMeShynie
Hey!!! I'm Shyanna, you can call me Shy. I love anything creative (music, art, and of course writing,) and am always open to new ideas or suggestions. I love to help people, and I love to express mine and others' feelings/thought through creation. / Poetry Types: / I usually just go by what I'm feeling. Many rhyme, but many don't. Some are concrete poems, some aren't. I have an obsession with symbolic things/things that have strong-powerful meaning. However, I do just let go and have fun with it sometimes. I'm very experimental with things. Though I sometimes tend to stick to one thing, it isn't guaranteed to always be that way.
I remember when you
Hot wired my heart.
With promises that it would fly,
You drove it off a cliff.
I remember how it crashed at the bottom,
And how you jumped out just before
it went sailing to the ground.
Someone found it later,
And patched it up as the years rode by.
He asked my nicely
if he could take it fore a spin,
And I handed over the keys
and let him clamber in.
There's still some dents and dings,
But the new owner overlooks
the damage you left behind,
And when you came
looking to take another joyride,
You found that your once stolen seat
had been more suitably occupied.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
Heartbreak
Is not an overreaction
Is not a figment of imagination
of the ones who feel too much
Heartbreak
Is not simply a word
for the ones who have loss.
Is not simple at all.
Heartbreak
Is ripping
Is the tearing
of one's heart into miniscule pieces.
Heartbreak
Is the breath
that both catches in your throat
and completely leaves your body.
Heartbreak
Is the physical reaction
in which your heart stops beating
and your lungs stop working.
Heartbreak
Is when your smile stops working
but you use it to cover up the tears anyway.
Is when you picture your life without them in your day.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 2:06 PM UTC
I see forever in your eyes
I kiss your lips of destiny
I long to live in your eternal arms
Fate-filled fingers wrap mine
And I dream of your infinity
Forever is in your eyes
Do you see it mine?
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC
I Love You.
With eyes that promise me forever.
Kisses trail up my thigh.
I Love You.
I picture the future so clearly planned out.
He looks me in the eye.
I Love You.
Tender lips on mine,
Gentle heat in the air.
I Love You.
Fingers get lost in the moment,,
Hearts get lost in the hours.
I Love You.
I cannot process a single thought,
That is not
I Love You.
Begging for his everything,
I somehow gave my own.
I Love You.
Wanting to be a piece of his forever,
I pray that he will be the whole of mine.
I Love You.
I am lost in the pictures
Of my mind
I Love You.
Never to escape its holds
I am trapped in
I Love You
Petals float to the ground,
I gave him my all.
I Love You.
I Pray for forever,
I shake at the thought
I Love You.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
Does your mind go there?
When my ranting becomes too much.
When my emotions go haywire,
And you cannot hide.
Do you fantasize of the possibility?
When I am unmanageable,
And you cannot imagine the ability to take more,
And I am your biggest hurdle to leap in the day.
Are your dreams filled with thoughts of life without me?
When I am at my worst,
And cannot appreciate your forever best.
When I am unlovable.
Do you think of leaving me?
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
I always thought of her as a house.
Shelter from any danger;
Home for the weary traveler;
Warmth for those,
Who've been lost or cold for too long.
Her arms,
Like the walls of a house,
Keep me safe,
Sheltered and hidden
From eyes like stars.
Her words,
Like windows of a house
Make me see the world,
As if it is my own backyard.
Her smile,
Like a worn and patched roof
On a Victorian house,
Shields me from the worries of the world
That fall like cold rain.
She is strong.
Like that Victorian house
That has stood proudly
Through decades of wind and rain.
Like the walls
Of the age-old structure,
She has seen
And she has heard
Many things that give her wisdom.
Through generations,
She holds her family together,
She has rooms enough
For every person.
She is elegance.
And she is grace.
And she is that Glorious House.
And I will never,
Allow her to be knocked down.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
It's always you.
Your feelings,
Your heart,
Your mind.
Not me,
Or my sanity,
Or my peace.
Never me.
Always your happiness,
And your pains,
And you telling me
About how I'm wrong again.
And it's always you
That's right,
That's on the chopping block,
Not me.
It's never me,
That's hurting,
That's crying
While you're talking
About yourself,
Your needs,
On the other side.
It's never about me.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
I am from an old beaten up cloth swing
From cloth diapers and glass bottles.
I am from the broken down siding gray and cracked.
It felt gritty under my weak hands.
I am from the dandelions growing rogue around the yard,
Waiting to be picked.
I'm from the small meals
And side glances from jealous siblings and peacekeeping parents.
I'm from the collecting cans
And saving what can be saved.
From "Save some for later"
And "Why don't you eat at your friends house tonight?"
I'm from the same second-hand dress as last week,
And sitting in the back pew.
I am from Welch and the towering mountains.
From flitters and gravy,
From the stories pa told to keep our minds preoccupied.
From the love that ma gave us to make up
For what we didn't have.
I'm from the card board box in the attic.
I am from perseverance, and surviving.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
Looking at the ground,
She sees more beauty
Than she ever could have
If she had looked up.
Eyes trained on her on her toes,
She understands,
Beauty is in the person
Who is seeing.
And her beauty
Is just a little
Different
Than everyone else's.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC
*Can you see me trapt
Inside my poison filled cage of
A thing called my mind?*
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC