sierraisthepen
State of teenage angst
I could say something super cheesy like "a lost soul trying to find her way" but that's way too accurate to put in one of these things. I'm a small town girl livin in a lonely world, didn't take the midnight train(I hope you got the reference) and now I'm stuck in Cedar Rapids Iowa.
Sitting in circles counting our dimes
Holding tiny pieces of plastic close
To my heart, I say slow
To my mind, I say keep racing
We must hope to stumble upon a solution
We must hope
But these are quite hard times
And there is no face not morose
With my heart, I weep
With my mind, I catastrophize
Everything is really that terrible
It truly is
When one is so poor to dwell upon crimes
Little that is gained used to overdose
And I hope my heart stops beating
And I hope my mind quits thinking
This is not solving any problems
Tragedy of pauper
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
These words, they conglomerate
on the page
loosely tied together
by the date
the sharpest needle
and
the finest thread
could not stitch them together
I have tried
many times
I have stabbed myself
many times
but
scraps of sting
unused words lay
loosely distorting an unforeseen design
but
if you squint
posses an open mind
then the words will seem to tighten
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
A minty ball of air
that was her candy cane breath
filled the space between us.
Her warmth was welcomed
from the frigid seat
that was in the back
of her 94' Pontiac.
It proved to be
a magnificent scene
for a Christmas affair.
Innocent as an angel,
crooning the songs they new well.
You came so naturally
like the desire to have more.
Your brown hair
as precious as a reindeer's
coaxed me so deviously
into running my fingers through it.
But alas,
you had on a hat,
so I threw it on the floor
of your Pontiac 94'.
There it lay to this day
because you exist
no more.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
The bough of the tree
extends in such a way
that would imply
it wants another tree to hold
but,
in a way
it is grasping
for its mother;
sun.
Just like when
a baby extends
its tiny arm
towards a giant
mom.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
When I look into
the still blue
that is
your eyes
I see desire
burning like a blue fire
beneath that
thick skull
fertile pink soil grows
flowers
thoughts that are blooming
colored by emotion
yellow, happy, dandelions
fill the knoll
but over yonder
there is a dark side
blackened with angst
for these thoughts
follow the sun
you don’t deserve
a single one
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
You live in my head
Not under my bed
All of the things I didn't do
Manifests into you
Look into my hollow eyes
You will see a ghostly surprise
All and all
After fall
I should not feel a thing
At all
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
Sometimes you're up
Sometimes you're down
lowered into the ground goodbye, love
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC