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Mar 2022 · 6.9k
Sunshine
Rebecca Sorenson Mar 2022
the sunlight gazes down upon your skin
highlighting the speckles in your eyes
you embrace them with a caring grin
while staring with the ocean tides

you shine like the sun on a stormy night
nonsensical yet charming
and when your eyes gaze so bright
the warning bells scream, alarming

your heat is a soothing fear
drawing me close
blinded by your debut premier
i could only throw a single rose

my light may not shine like yours
and my heat be as striking
but love, this warmth has been through wars
waiting for you, hiding

you are the beauty of my doubt
and the rose to my thorn
to you, i am devout
and by love, i am sworn
Feb 2019 · 1.3k
The Brightness of Past
Rebecca Sorenson Feb 2019
If I could go back in time, I would.
Go back to a time nor peaceful
but when I held you in my arms,
everything felt okay.

I remember your eyes, and the way they would sparkle
and the way they'd crinkle when I had made you laugh
and how could I forget the sadness in them,
when I had told you I was leaving

I don't think you believed me when I told you I loved you
but to be fair, I didn't believe you either. 
We were taught that our love was a sin,
and thus we were too scared to call it such.

Sometimes I think about the hill, the one we'd meet upon,
and sometimes I'll cry as I see your silhouette in front of the sunset.
You have always reminded me of the sun. So bright, so... you. 
I suppose the sun thought so too.
Feb 2019 · 170
beau
Rebecca Sorenson Feb 2019
i remember the cold grass,
flattened beneath our backs,
as we stared upon the stars above

your eyes would glow,
the most beautiful sight to be seen,
the stars could never compete

and when i would put my thoughts into words,
you'd blush; and the smile to grace your face,
was much like the sun above

you'd often blind me,
making my eyes burn, a pleasant sting,
while you sit, oblivious

oh, how you took my breath away
Jun 2018 · 292
The Better Days
Rebecca Sorenson Jun 2018
I remember the better days,
back when the trees had color,
and the birds would sing

A mother would smile,
watching her daughters play,
skipping around with their puppies

The wind was soft,
the sky was bright,
and the sun brought comfort

Toys would litter the floor,
while giggles could be heard,
the mother shaking her head and smiling

Oh, what happened to those days?

The people changed,
the mother popping pills,
the eldest picking fights,
and the youngest, confused and terrified

She sought comfort in her toys,
and it simply brought them to life

A blue dragon and a tiger,
an unlikely combination,
were her heroes

She learned from them,
they were her best friends,
distracting her from the world falling apart

And fall apart, it did.
Jun 2018 · 784
Control
Rebecca Sorenson Jun 2018
You control my life,
restricting each breath,
each laugh

Because of you,
I’ve forgotten how to smile,
how to live

You took all my friends away,
leaving just me,
and me, alone

You forced me into things,
things I hated,
but they were the only things that brought relief

And I find myself thinking about the past,
before I met you,
before you ruined my life

I don’t know how I used to be like that,
so happy,
so alive

You stole everything from me,
and now,
I don’t even know who I am
May 2018 · 598
Living as an Act
Rebecca Sorenson May 2018
What do you do,
when your entire life
has been an act?

A terrible mask,
glued to my face,
suffocating me

The mask shows a smile,
while underneath,
I crumble

But that’s okay,
I guess,
as long as you’re happy,
everything is fine, right?
Apr 2018 · 317
numb and hurting
Rebecca Sorenson Apr 2018
Something must’ve happened,
for I cannot grasp what I am feeling
conflicted yet again,
but isn’t that what life is?

My heart is numb,
my skull is aching,
it’s all I ever feel anymore,
I don’t want to live like this

I don’t know who I am anymore,
I’m not the same person I once was,
all I identify as is fake smiles,
and recent cuts

My heart is throbbing,
my head is asleep,
all I feel is hurt,
I don’t want to live like this

I’m a mess,
an island of lost ambition and broken dreams,
the scars are the isles,
and the tears are the waves

all i can wish for is that the island floods
Apr 2018 · 442
but here i am
Rebecca Sorenson Apr 2018
sometimes I dream about how it used to be,
and whenever I do,
it’s always bittersweet

I used to think I’d achieve great things,
that I’d do well in life,
but here I am

sometimes I wish that I killed myself in seventh grade,
that would’ve saved a lot of things from happening,
it would’ve saved people pain

I used to think I was the smart kid,
the kid who had no problems,
but here I am

sometimes I break down,
almost like a robot with faulty wiring,
it’s exhausting yet refreshing all the same

I used to think I was nice,
the girl who was sweet to everyone,
but here I am

sometimes I wish I was never born,
so I didn’t have to endure this ****,
I’d rather be nonexistent than to live this

I used to think dying was scary,
I’d pray to God, asking him for another day of life,
but here I am
Apr 2018 · 347
Me^6
Rebecca Sorenson Apr 2018
I'm tired of wanting acceptance,
just for them to abandon me,
leave me in the darkened streets,
nothing in sight, nothing to see

Perhaps I should forget them,
and start to work on me,
leave them in the flood of doubts,
no matter how much they plea

They never cared anyway,
no one cares about me,
I'll push them out and lock the door,
swallowing the key

You were supposed to be the one,
the one who saved me,
but you ran away crying,
you always seemed to flee

And now I am alone,
no one but me,
maybe I can take my mask off,
and finally be me
Mar 2018 · 407
The Violating Darkness
Rebecca Sorenson Mar 2018
There was a time where I lost myself,
where I got stranded in the darkness,
the sea swallowing me whole

Its hands gripping at me,
desperate to keep me under,
for as long as possible

It was violating,
my skin was flaking off,
and the sea was licking it up

I was getting strangled,
the angels in the darkness,
they only watched and pointed

I was paying the price,
for what, no one knows

I prayed,
I prayed,
I prayed

And after months of being strangled,
of losing myself, repeatedly,
I still have the marks,
and I can no longer fully be myself
Mar 2018 · 259
Freedom
Rebecca Sorenson Mar 2018
I’ve forgotten what freedom tastes like,
the substance that used to dance around my taste buds,
pulling me in,
a comforting arm around my shoulders

I used to think it would last,
that I’d forever be filled to the brim with glee,
but here I am now,
no freedom in taste

The arm has disappeared,
it faded away over time,
much like all things do,
and with it, it took my bottle of freedom

The hole that I sit is no longer bright,
everything I see is dull,
everything I smell is dull,
and everything I taste is dull

I miss the colors,
the scents,
and the freedom

I took freedom for granted,
and now I’m stuck here,
wishing for just one last drip
Mar 2018 · 312
A Mask, A Screen
Rebecca Sorenson Mar 2018
Sounds of static,
fill my head,
a constant buzzing,
a growing dread

Cheerful laughs,
gloomy smiles,
anxiety and depression,
building piles

A mask, I wear,
to hide the old me,
few have met him,
few have the key

I hate myself,
though no one knows,
they only see my screen,
a happy face shows

I’m ashamed of who I am,
and the mask that I wear,
the things that I’ve done,
and the things that I’ve shared

No one can see my pain,
and honestly, I’m okay with that,
no one needs to worry,
to think I’m but a spoiled brat

My mask is my lore,
my mind, impaired,
my heart, fractured,
but I’m okay, I swear
Mar 2018 · 601
Drunken Literature
Rebecca Sorenson Mar 2018
How long has it been?
The world has been hazy,
my life, a mother to crazy,
so much so, my only escape is solitude and a pen

Small scripts of literature,
written nicely in fine print,
the words speaking in glints,
as they shine upon the ceiling

All was perfect and fine,
it was as if God was calling,
the letters, sprawling,
emitting the smell of wine

A sweet scent, it was,
blurring my smell,
enhancing my sight,

Though as soon as it had started, it was over,
no more words on the walls,
no more letters down the halls,
it was dark once again

And as I glance upon the book,
words upon words are blurred,
letters upon letters, deterred,
and thus my changed outlook
Mar 2018 · 361
Anything for you
Rebecca Sorenson Mar 2018
Your laugh,
it flips a switch inside myself,
suddenly I'm a robot,
whose only purpose is to make you laugh

Your smile,
it makes my heart flip,
and suddenly I'm a gymnast,
willing to flip and cartwheel,
just to see you smile

Your tears,
they're like a blade to my wrist,
and suddenly I'm bleeding,
dizzy and angry and depressed,
because I'll take your sadness,
just so you can be happy
Mar 2018 · 556
My Hand, My Pen, My Paper
Rebecca Sorenson Mar 2018
My hand, it grasps,
a withered pen,
dry and old,
yet perfect all the same

My pen, it dances,
across the milky paper,
smooth and neat,
yet messy all the same

My paper, it shouts,
words, phrases, stories,
depressing and gloomy,
yet cheerful all the same
Just a little poem that I thought up one night
Feb 2018 · 700
The Lighthouse of Hope
Rebecca Sorenson Feb 2018
The flash of white,
in a sea of darkness,
is enough for me

Hope,
that’s what it is,
in an ocean of doubt

Attempting to soothe,
my infamous,
inconsolable mind

But as I swim,
to the lighthouse of hope,
I find myself drowning

Falling deeper into the doubt,
into the darkness,
becoming less and less myself

Somehow, you managed to pull me out,
back to shore,
back to safety

You had pulled me to the lighthouse,
the lighthouse of hope,
and that is where I will reside

Thank you
Feb 2018 · 241
Love is and isn't
Rebecca Sorenson Feb 2018
Love is more than just chemical,
it’s physical,
mental

Love is more than a spark,
more than an object,
more than a feeling

Love is an explosion,
a smile/a frown
a relief/a strain

Love is love
Feb 2018 · 444
Memorable Memories
Rebecca Sorenson Feb 2018
Sometimes,
we must let go
of the things we love

The things that brought us happiness,
and memorable memories,
must soon pack up and leave

Whether it be
because we grew too old,
or we grew too weak

We have to let go of them,
because they will injure us
if we do not

They will weigh us down,
like rocks in a backpack,
until we are on our knees

But we refuse to let them go,
to throw the backpack off,
and to finally breathe

Until we collapse

We cry,
shake,
scream

As we watch our memories,
childhood,
and our happiness,
turn into nothing
but a mere dream
Feb 2018 · 356
Moi
Rebecca Sorenson Feb 2018
Moi
The floor danced
as the sirens,
they beckoned

Sweet words,
a soothing melody
to my out-of-tune mind

What is their hair,
shimmering with droplets,
to me, a white flag

The scent,
the fragrance,
the stench

Of their shampoo,
pulling me under,
until I am choking on their locks

Their eyes, like an anchor,
weighing me down
so I cannot struggle

Instead, I still,
my body, a freeze frame,
my mind, a ravenous tsunami

Grey, static, fuzzy
until my last breath escapes my throat,
and I drown
Jan 2018 · 260
Forgiving
Rebecca Sorenson Jan 2018
Is there such a thing as being 'too forgiving'  ?

Yes, because I'm an example.

People will walk all over me,
trampling me into the dirt

Pushing and shoving,
slapping and punching

Pulling my hair,
ripping the locks into shreds

Tearing me into tiny pieces,
that I, myself, will have to mend together once again

But I'll get up,
brush off the dirt,
put bandaids on the cuts,
run a hand through my hair,

"I'm sorry."

And I'll be the one to apologize
Jan 2018 · 243
A Quote About Life
Rebecca Sorenson Jan 2018
"It's hard to write about life when you've never lived."
Jan 2018 · 287
A Favorite Word
Rebecca Sorenson Jan 2018
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? :)
Jan 2018 · 684
The Purpose of Life
Rebecca Sorenson Jan 2018
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
Dec 2017 · 333
Imaginary Mind
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

Inaccessible
Untouchable
Unreachable
Impossible

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

Taunting me,
restlessly,
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.
Dec 2017 · 319
Christmas Eve
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 ***** 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!
Dec 2017 · 320
Telling Lies
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
Dec 2017 · 296
Tear it Down
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.
Dec 2017 · 1.9k
Closet Monsters
Rebecca Sorenson Dec 2017
Remember,
when we were younger
and we were scared
of the monster in the closet?

We never asked questions about it
why it was there
why the closet, of all places?
we were too terrified

But as we grew older
some of us stopped being afraid
because we knew it couldn’t hurt us
why be scared of something that couldn’t hurt you?

But some of us didn’t
to some of us, the monster grew
and it would attack us
late at night

Some of us weren’t afraid
but later in life
we confronted the monster again
and all those years of work dwindled down the drain

However, as we all grew
we, at some point, accepted the monster
sometimes welcoming it as a friend,
someone to listen

And as the days went by
all of us growing older
and finding ourselves, one day at a time,
the monster disappeared

It was like a weight off our chest
we were sad it was gone, but happy all the same

We could finally leave the confines of this place
and breathe
and laugh
and smile

maybe we were the monsters in the closet after all
I decided to write this poem since both my friend and I are struggling with our sexuality. The monster symbolizes the burden of keeping it a secret. And at the end, when the monster disappears, it's because the person had finally came out of the closet. :)
Dec 2017 · 226
The Suns and the Moons
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
Dec 2017 · 252
The Monster Inside
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
Dec 2017 · 404
The Monster in A Palace
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
Dec 2017 · 238
Ambivalent Darkness
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. :)
Nov 2017 · 888
"I Had A Dream"
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
Nov 2017 · 252
Love Drug
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
Nov 2017 · 520
You Said You Loved Me
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
Nov 2017 · 500
Juste comme la neige
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
nous devrions tous être
comme la neige
fore neige, c'est la beauté
et comme nous

nous sommes tous spéciaux
et différent
juste comme une
flocon de neige

et à la fin
juste comme la neige
nous fondons


Translation
"Just Like Snow"

we should all be
like snow
snow is the beauty
and as are we

we are all special
and different
just like a
snowflake

and at the end
just like the snow
we are melting
Nov 2017 · 207
We'd Be Nothing
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
The thing inside
Beyond the bones
And skin

Beyond the blood
And guts
And heart

There is a light
That glows ever so softly
But it’s enough to make us shine

It is who we are
It is us
That small light

Without that light
We’d be bones
And skin

And blood
And guts
And a heart

Surrounded by darkness
Without that light
We’d be nothing

We’d be nothing
Nov 2017 · 825
The Tar and the Gasoline
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
Puking and depression
Coughing and anxiety

They go together
Like sticks and stones

Like

The sticky tar
And the wretched gasoline

You can't get rid of them
Because they stick to you

The tar becomes your clothes
And the gasoline becomes your perfume

They become a part of your life
Affecting where you go and what you like

And sometimes the tar is so thick
Or the gasoline is so strong

That you can't even get up
And so you're forced to stay in bed

And until the day comes

The day where you can peel that tar off
Or rinse that gasoline away

You will forever
Be set aflame
Nov 2017 · 276
Lonely and Alone
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
Just because I'm not alone
Doesn't mean I'm not lonely

Because loneliness isn't being alone
And being alone is not being lonely

Loneliness isn't a choice
But being alone is
Nov 2017 · 267
Prescription
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
All my life
I lived in fear
And cowered away
From the light

But the light
It wasn't the refreshing light
Or the light you're happy to see
After being in the dark so long

This light was different
It was the light from people
The people who judged you
If you lived in darkness

Because darkness
It's associated with death
And despair
And sadness

And sadness is associated with weakness
And if you're weak
Then you're not worthy of living

And so you shy away from that light
That ****** light
Afraid of being discovered
Living in the comforting darkness

And once you're discovered
You get sent away
To a place full of bright lights
And supposedly soothing voices

They hand you medicine
But to me
It's like they're shoving it down my throat

And every night
When I take that pill
It's like I'm swallowing my life
Drowning it

Because the medicine doesn't help
It makes me irritable
And angry
And serious
Because I can never see
With that horrid light shining in my eyes

They took me out of the darkness
Because they thought I wasn't happy
But then they trapped me in the cursed light
Where I am now petrified
Nov 2017 · 338
A Drink Called Life
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
You don’t want to wake up
Because of the harshness
Of the thing known as “Life”

It makes you bedridden
Hidden away from the world
Like a hamster in a cage

You stay in the cage because you can’t leave
There is a higher power over you
Trying to protect you

But you must rid that higher power
Dethrone the so-called God
Because you were going to take it back

And once you’re free
It’s like you’re drunk
Drunk on living

And you realized that the period
The period of which you were lying in bed
Was just a horrible hangover
From a drink called “Life”
Nov 2017 · 299
The Beast
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
Anger is a feeling that we all possess
It’s a horrible beast
A hungry beast
That feeds on stress

It roams through us
Softly biting
And then painfully gnawing
Until we combust

We lash out
Yelling things we don’t mean
Yelling at people we love
Just so the beast rests it’s snout

Our anger is like a plague
Spreading to and fro
But it’s so much more complicated
The beast is vague

We need to **** the beast
And if we can’t
We should tame it
At the very least
Nov 2017 · 417
Winter and its Coldness
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
What's wrong with a little cold?
I really enjoy it
But then again,
I'm strange, I've been told

So yes, winter is great
It's like my safe haven
Christmas, cold, snow...
There is absolutely nothing to hate

But then there are the people
The people who hate winter
They cry and complain and carry on
As if they're a child who has a splinter

There are enough warm days
Yet so little cold
Why can't there be more?
Yes, I'm strange. I've been told.
Nov 2017 · 230
The Laws of Nature
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
The chipmunks scatter
As you walk through the leaves
And you hear the buzz
Of the gentle breeze

Fall was dying
And winter was birthing
And the bipolar weather
T’was swerving

One day it’s warm
And the other it’s cold
It was beginning to be enough
It was beginning to be old

But you can’t do anything about it
Because this is nature
And you’re just a citizen
In a world of legislature
Nov 2017 · 295
Life
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
The leaves fall slowly
And you stifle a cry as they hit the ground
Everyone ignored you
They saw you, but didn’t care
And so you’re stuck listening to the background sound

Why must this happen?
The unbreakable feeling of loneliness
Torturing you
Couldn’t you be happy?
If not forever, only once?

Maybe you’re not meant to be happy
Maybe God cursed you
He made you depressed
He made you have anxiety
Look at what he put you through

But you love him
All the same
Because he gave you life
And even though it’s bad
Compared to others, it’s tame
Nov 2017 · 242
Anxiety Medicine
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
You buy the medicine
The pills
But as they’re finally in your hand
Everything stills

It starts to get the better of you
So you search the net
Nervous of what you’ll find
Hoping that there isn’t a threat

But sadly, you stumble
Upon a website full
Seizures, suicidal thoughts, etc.
And immediately felt a pull

You decide to not take them
That you were okay
You didn’t need them
And could last another day

Now, the medicine that you got
To ease your anxiety
Was now creating
A greater variety
Nov 2017 · 365
Perfection
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
We all want to be perfect
But is perfection even real?
And if it is,
what's the big deal?

Why should we be perfect?
Why would we want to?
Just so we could feel good?
Oh, if only you knew

Being perfect isn't necessarily good
In fact, it's the worst
People think of it as a blessing
But little do they know, it's a curse

Perfection costs
Want to be skinny? Skip a meal
Want to be happy? Take a pill
It doesn't matter anymore if you're real

So what's the big deal with perfection?
Why would you want to be something you're not?
Because perfection doesn't exist
But that's just a thought
Just something I thought about. I figured why not write a little poem about a big problem?
Nov 2017 · 292
The Thoughts of You
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
You are my sunshine
Yet also my rain
How can someone so beautiful
Bring such pain?

You’re always there
In the back of my mind
It’s like you’re a part of me
You must’ve become entwined

I want you to leave
Just go away
I need to be alone
Fore my mind is astray

But even though you’re gone
I still have those awful things
Known as memories
Please, God give me wings

I want to fly away
Away from these thoughts
Save me from them
Fore there are lots

But that is foolish
There is nothing I can do
I’m just left with the thoughts
The thoughts of you
Nov 2017 · 305
The Game of Pain
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
Tormenting sadness
Will it ever go away?
What can I do
To keep it at bay?

Is there a solution
To this never-ending problem?
Or will I forever be tucked away
Never going to blossom?

Please tell me
I need to know
Should I keep fighting
Or just let it go?

It follows me
Wherever I walk
And mimics me
Whenever I talk

It molds itself into me
An actor of myself
While I’m in the background
Like a book on a shelf

Maybe I should quit
Forever end this horrible game
And be at rest
With no one but myself to blame

I close my eyes
And take a deep breath
Finally, away I go
Into a place called death
Nov 2017 · 196
Depression
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
You hear a growl behind you
Oh no, not again
It’s that horrible thing
It’s about to begin

You run away, screaming
“Please don’t take me!”
But it’s too late
It’s on a ****** spree

It claws at your clothes
Trying to slow you
But you carry on
Determined to get through

You trip and stagger
No, you weren’t going down
Your determination fuels you
You were not going to drown

It seems like an hour
But in reality it’s been a year
A year, you’ve been in Hell
A year, you’ve lived in fear

Perhaps the monster will spare you
Let you free for a while
So you could walk around
With an actual real smile

But until then
You will wander
Helplessly
And ponder, selflessly

Why can’t people help?
Why can’t people question?
Will someone ever find
The cure to depression?
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