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Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
As we swung on the porch
Like a church bell in the wind
You looked over at me and smiled
It had started to rain

I started to get up
But you pulled me back down
"Watch" is all you said
And you turned your attention
Back to the rain

And so I watched
Begrudgingly
Water started to coat my skin
And I wanted to go in

But as I started to move
Your hand gripped my wrist
"Wait" you say
"Okay"

And so I waited
Ignoring the moist
Water against my skin
And then I saw it

Sky
Wind
Water
...You

I became mesmerized
Not only from your beauty
But the wonderful
Summer rain
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
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.
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 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
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.
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.
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
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
The things in my wrist
They keep me alive
They fuel me
So I feel alright

The things in my wrist
They belong to me
Not you
Not everybody

But lately
My mind has been hazy
And I forgot about
The things in my wrist

And I attempted
To damage
To ruin
The things in my wrist

Because of me
Because of you
Because of everybody
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
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
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
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 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
Rebecca Sorenson Oct 2017
A long
Long time ago
There was a
Glimmering
Inviting
River

It ran through my town
T'was like a brick wall
No one could pass it
Yet we adored it
Just the same

My family and I
We'd all sit along it
Stuffing our faces with tasty sweets
Meanwhile running our tiny hands
Through the river's soft
Flowing hair

We bonded over the river
Fore the river gave off a magic
Serenity

But, as we all know,
Serenity is not forever
And so, when I had turned 13 years of age,
An evil man had arisen

The evil man forced the magic out of the river
He strangled the river
And shaved off her beautiful locks of hair
Leaving nothing left
But a soil grave
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 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
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
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
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
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.
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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