"It's hard to write about life when you've never lived."

We all have a favorite word,
whether we know it or not

It’s a word we use frequently,
yet not frequent enough

It’s a word that dwells within us,
living happily in our mansion of a soul

It breathes our air
and pumps our blood

And sometimes it’ll cause our lungs to restrict,
or our heart to stop

But, like a drug,
we’ll drink it,
inhale it,
inject it,
and everything goes back to normal

My favorite word is "Definitely." It has a significant meaning to me that it's difficult to put into words. It's hard to think of my life without the word "Definitely." What're your guys' favorite words? :)

You’d think that after so many years
upon this utterly lonely planet,
we’d have learned what our purpose was

But each and every one of us,
each soul and heart,
are as confused as ever

The shimmering stars in the sky
reflecting themselves selfishly upon the lake
screaming at us to look at them;
to pay attention

But we’re too busy debating,
debating whether we have a purpose
or if we were simply made to die

The stars lose a bit of their shine,
creeping silently back to their room,
but yet they were not deterred

Night after night,
the stars gained glow after glow,
until we all finally looked up
and all of our angry faces turned soft

The stars glimmered and glinted,
being reflected in the eyes of each of us
entrancing us;
hypnotizing us

And then the stars snapped their fingers,
but we all continued to stare at the beauty
that we had forgotten existed in this cruel questionable world

We shouldn't spend all of our life wondering if we have a purpose. We should just live and appreciate the beautiful things in life. <3
Rebecca Sorenson Dec 2017

My mind,
a cluttered and messy place
A place that I’m forever trapped
without a key

The key,
it perches atop a stool
behind barbed wire
and steel bars


The words that haunt my mind,
a cavern,
a ghost of what it used to be

Taunting me,
while kicking
and spitting upon my fragile brain

Perhaps my brain is glass
and the thoughts are rocks,
shattering the glass,
and then using the remains to stab my heart

And I let it happen
because I know I will never be free,
free from the Hell inside my head

At this point,
I’d rather stop breathing
than to hope
for the rough surface of the key in my palm

Because hope is just another word,
a synonym for imagination

I have been having trouble with my thoughts lately. Ever since taking a medicine, I've been doubting myself. The medicine made me think bad things. I will forever be scarred by those thoughts and I doubt myself more and more everyday. Prozac has ruined my life.
Rebecca Sorenson Dec 2017

The snow falls softly,
settling atop the trees
and entombing the land,
blowing gently in the breeze

The kids frolic,
making sloppy marks in the snow,
laughing and giggling,
constructing balls to which they throw

The birds chirp,
soaring in flight,
taking in the scenery,
Oh, the breathtaking sight!

But as night appears,
the streets, a blank page,
as Santa flies through the sky,
delivering presents to all the age

I love snow. I love Christmas. So I decided to write a poem about two wonderful things! Snow and Christmas!
Rebecca Sorenson Dec 2017

They say to be yourself,
but then shoot you down if you are

They say that you're loved,
but every action shows otherwise

They say that life has meaning,
but they have no proof

They say I light up their life,
but all I see is darkness

I've gotten so used
to people telling me useless lies
that I've started to tell them myself

I say I'm okay
but I'm not

Rebecca Sorenson Dec 2017

Why do we hide ourselves
burrowed deep underground
into the confines
of our mind?

It’s like a prison
one that can be harsh
yet also soothing
almost like a spa

And you get so caught up
in the massages
that you forget
all of the beatings

And when it switches
you’re struck down
again and again
until you’re back at square one

And all of this back and forth
it’s taking its toll
wearing you down
until you can’t even think

Perhaps we should tear the prison down
and instead, build a house
a cozy place to call home
where there is no judgement
and you can finally be you

I wrote this for a friend. He is having trouble finding himself. I understand, fore I've been in his place before.
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