Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
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”
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? :)
Age
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
Age
Happy birthday
They say
But all I hear is
"You're getting older"

I'm losing my childhood
One day at a time
And soon
It will be gone
I will be gone

They say that life starts
Once you're an adult
But all I have ever heard
Was that life is horrible
Life is hard

Aging happens to everyone
Nothing can prevent it
Even the anti-aging cream
All it does is get rid of wrinkles
And sometimes it doesn't even work

Perhaps that's life
You buy something to make you happy
Something to change you
And sometimes it works
And sometimes it doesn't
Just like life

But you cant let age define you
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
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
It’s like a spider
In a web
Crawling closer
Thread by thread

You try to run
But the strings are sticky
So you trip and fall
This was going to be tricky

You get back up
And continue on
Looking back
It was almost dawn

You’ve almost made it through the night
Keep on treading
You’re almost done
But the webs started spreading

The spider slowly follows
And you feel it in your soul
Here it comes again
Time to pay your toll

You lay there
Out of breath
Was it over?
Or was this death?

You couldn’t move
You felt dead
You were full of horrible emotions
One of them, dread

And suddenly, you realized
That big spider
The one that chased you
Was no outsider

You’ve been here before
All because of one thing
You should’ve stayed inside
But you didn’t know what the outside would bring

That spider
It feeds on society
That spider
Its name is Anxiety
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
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
Rebecca Sorenson Jan 2018
"It's hard to write about life when you've never lived."
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
I wish to tell you
Everything that my mind contains
But I'm afraid that you'd run
Leave
And think of me as insane

My mind is full of everything
Things I like
Things I hate
And I can't do anything
Except lay here and wait

I wish you'd listen
I wish I didn't leave
I wish you'd see the things upon my sleeve
But I don't

And so I just stay quiet
Alone
Missing you
Hurting
Just to keep you safe
Safe, away from me
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
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
As I drift off
Wordlessly
You
You don't see
You don't know

So I'm stuck
Floating
Lost in time
Swimming
In space

While you
On Earth
Smile
Laugh
Be carefree

Help me
Throw me a rope
Do something
Anything
I'm immobile
But mobile all the same

Be my lifeline
That's all I'm asking
I'm stuck
In a winter wonderland of purple hues
And bright lights

Never have I ever
Imagined missing the blues and greens
Of our lovely, yet fading Earth
But here I am
Floating aimlessly
Missing you
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
A soft glow glimmers
Illuminating the room
And I see you
And you see me

Arms outstretched
I reach for you
But you grimace
And back away

I step forward
You step back
And I knew
I had broken you

"I'm sorry"
I murmur
But you shrug
"It's not the first time"

And I understood
I have problems
Pushing people away
Blocking them out

But you
You're the only one I come back to
But I've done it
I broke you

"Let me explain"
I beg
But your head
It shakes

"No"
And with that
You fade
And I wake up
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
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!
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. :)
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
Coldness surrounds me
As I am struck
With the realization
That you're gone

No longer
Will I feel your
Gentle caresses
And soft kisses

All I will feel
From now on
Will be
Sadness
And the bitter cold

And I know
That I will find someone
Someone who will fix this
Fix this stinging cold
But for now
I am freezing
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
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?
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
Distractions
I seem to find them everywhere
Because they're the only things
That help me sleep at night

If I don't distract myself
There are many things that I could do
Bad things
Good things

Sad?
Buy a cat
Depressed?
Buy a game

Spend loads of money
For just
A
Distraction
Wrote this from personal experience.
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
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
Summer skies turn to Autumn
But my feelings for you are still there
And I watch as the leaves flutter to the ground
Reminding me of you
And how something so tragic can be beautiful

The cold breeze of Fall
Chills me to the core
And yet again
I am reminded of you
And how you used to give me chills

And as the leaves die
And the ground gets covered in snow
I am no longer reminded of you
Because you were my downFall
Not my everything
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
A large open field
A field of hope
Of dreams

You were there
Standing beautifully
In the expansion of stems and petals

The flowers danced around your ankles
And you waved
Shyly

My heart stuttered
It leaped
Was this real?

I stepped
Carefully through the colors
And held out a hand

You take it
And together
We walk through the flowers
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
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
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
I feel myself disappearing
More and more each day
Yet I'm still here
Attempting to pray

I feel myself disappearing
And I don't know what to do
Should I let it happen?
Should I move?

I feel myself disappearing
And soon it won't matter
Because if it doesn't stop now
I'm going to be tattered

I no longer feel myself disappearing
All is done
Maybe I'm better
Or maybe I'm gone
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 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.
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
As I sit here
And think
God, it seems like it's all I do
Maybe I need a break

But then me
My inner self
She scolds me
Telling me no

And so I continue
Wherever I may be
To think
Whether the thoughts be good or bad

I hate this
This awful feeling
Overwhelmed
That's what I am

Maybe I should destroy her
My inner self, of course
As long as it takes this
This cursed pain away
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
I've never been good at poetry
But for some reason
You drove me to it

Being all by myself
Without a friend
Without a soul
I found myself falling

Not for you
I had fallen for you long ago
I was falling deeper into my mind
And I pushed you away

And so I fell
Slowly losing myself
But I didn't care
Because I lost myself
When I lost you
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
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
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?
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
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 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
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
I love to live
Long to live
But there's always something
Something that takes that away

Whether it be
My body
My family
My friends
Strangers

They always know how to pull the trigger
And send me crumbling
Crumbling to the floor
Like a broken marionette

Maybe that's who I truly am
A marionette
Something for people to control
Manipulate

They pull my strings
They pull them hard
And it seems
Like I always end up broken
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
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
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
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
Shadows roll over
Much of your body
Lights out
Goodbye everybody

Perhaps you took too many pills
They knocked you out
When all you ever wanted
Was to shout

Perhaps you cut too deep
Struck a vein
And now
Say goodbye to your brain

Perhaps you jumped
And landed and broke
You warned everyone
They thought it a joke

Now you’re gone
Bloodied and numb
You can finally go back
To where you are from
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
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
My love
You deserve the world
But sadly
I cannot give you that

But
I can give you
A meaningful note
A beautiful dove
And an elegant rose

My love
I have little to no money
So please bear with me
And accept my gift

I know you can find other men
Other men with money
Wealth
But men with compassion are hard to find these days

I may not have money
I may not be the best man
But I love you for you
And so I present to you this note
This dove
And this rose
Rebecca Sorenson Nov 2017
The weather gets colder
And you shiver as you watch
The leaves begin to fall
Creating a small blotch

Halloween has passed
And now Christmas is coming
Winter is here
And Fall is succumbing

The snow covered leaves
Create giant mounds
Like a bunch of graves
Covering the grounds

It's that time of year
The time to remember
The birth month of winter
The month of November
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
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?
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
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
You show everyone your smile
But they don't know it's fake

You show everyone your sleeves
But they can't see through the time

You show everyone your body
But they can't see the marks

You show everyone yourself
But they can't see you
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
The silky
Yet rough
Gown that covers you
In entirety

Skin
Protection
Life

You're happy
Excited
For what to come
Life is great

But as you age
And your skin grows rougher
You change
And you let people's words
Become sharper

And the people's words
They cut
And slice
Until your skin
Is tattered

You're no longer happy
You're angry
At the world
At the people
At yourself
And your skin
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
God
It's been so long
Since I've heard you
Seen you

And here we are
Standing awkwardly
Like strangers

If anyone saw us
They would have never guessed
That we used to be together
That we used to be the closest

But thanks to anxiety
And overwhelming fear
We went our seperate ways
Leaving our love to decay

And now
Standing here
With you
I realized I made a mistake

I shouldn't have left
I shouldn't have pushed you away
We could've had everything
But I ruined that

I hate this feeling
I know so much about you
But at this moment
I have no idea who you are

Talk to me
Please, I beg of you
It's all I want
Please, ease my anxiety

Ease my anxiety
Ease the cruel monster
The monster that started this
This entire thing
Next page