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Rebecca Sorenson Dec 2017
Have you ever thought
about how
you are the sun to someone

You brighten up their world
and without you,
they wouldn’t survive

Everyone has their own suns
In fact, one man’s sun
could have a completely different sun

The suns gain heat from each other
and they spread it
to and fro

There are many suns out there
spreading warmth
and causing smiles

But what about the moons?
The ones who are quiet
but absolutely stunning

The ones who
help light up
your darkness

So then you can see
but yet
you’re still blind

You don’t see
that the moon
is your soulmate

All because
you stared at the sun
for way too long
Rebecca Sorenson Dec 2017
Everyone is scared of monsters,
but there is a monster in each and every one of us

So are we afraid of our-self?
Yes

We hide our true selves
from strangers
with fake smiles
and false personalities

And when someone gets close
too close to the light inside
you panic
and your monster takes over

Because you’re scared of letting someone in
because if you let someone in,
they have the ability to hurt you
they have the ability to **** the monster

And as much as you hate that monster
you don’t want it dead
because it protects you
and without it, you’re vulnerable

And if you’re vulnerable
you’re weak
but the only way to get stronger
is to **** the monster

It’s a constant back and forth

And until you decide
until you allow someone
to see your light
the monster will stay
hidden deep beneath your chest
constricting each breath
Rebecca Sorenson Dec 2017
Why is it
that I always think of myself
in extremes?

I’m either a queen
or a monster
there is no in-between

When I’m on top of the world
I feel like a queen
ruling over her kingdom

And when I’m trapped in my bedroom
flooded with thoughts
I am a monster in a barbed cage
Rebecca Sorenson Dec 2017
I look up into the sky
full of soft lights
and blaring darkness

And I count
I count the stars
fluttering against the bold background

It’s a way for me to calm myself
to soothe the overwhelming nerves
shouting at me in a scared voice

It takes my mind,
the scattered and ragged place,
and slowly but surely cleans it

And by the time the sun peeks out
from behind the straying darkness
I’m ready to start over
Wrote this for an English project. It was the first thing to come to mind, so I decided to embrace it. :)
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
I had a dream
last night
where I wasn’t me
and me wasn’t I

I was the opposite gender
a man
in medieval times
with a struggle

I was a gay man
which was forbidden
back then
and yet, I was proud of it

I was a man
with a death sentence
for loving someone

I was put to lay
on a velvety couch
with a woman
soothing me with her voice

She had an axe
in her small hands
telling me to
“Lay on your side.”

She lifts the axe
and I feel a familiar dread
I was about to leave the earth
but was met with memories of my lover and I

It happened so fast
I knew I was dead
I knew I had died
for loving someone
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
I keep floating away
but I can’t help it

It’s all I do
when I think of you

You’re like a drug
that I inject into my veins

You’re addicting
but I don’t care

And I know one day
that you’ll hurt me

But here I am again
lost in the high
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
You said you loved me
You acted as if
You found the key
To your heart

I was young
And stupid
And allowed you to take the breath out of my lungs
Without thinking twice

My friends hated you
They told me I shouldn't
But you... You're like a flu
And I, the vulnerable child

You gave me roses
Black like the night sky above
And got close to me, allowing our noses
To brush softly, your breath mixing with mine

Our lips lock
For the first time, my first kiss
And you gawk
As we pull away, breathless

Everything was good
My friends were wrong about you
And so I allowed you to take my girlhood
Maybe that wasn't a good idea

You started acting weird
You would avoid, yell, and pester me
And I feared
That I had made a mistake

I broke it off
And I ran
And sobbed and coughed
In my friends' arms

They were right
You were rotten
And though, I thought you were my knight...
I realized I was blinded by the idea of dark love
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