Nevaeh Lynn

Jul 2018

emnabee

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.

#secret #life #poets

Nevaeh Lynn Jul 2018

Words are Dangerous

Words can be strong
When they are used against you it can be like
A
    Punch
              In
                   The
                         Stomach
When you have to use them to describe what you feel its like
A
    Knife
             To
                  The
                        Throat
And when they haunt you at night, swirling in your mind its like
A
    Loaded
              Gun
                     To
                          Your
                                 Head
Words are dangerous

Ive been having a hard time surviving in a world full of words.

Nevaeh Lynn Jun 2018

Rap is Poetry Too

I cant sing or dance or fake a cold
I cant do anything new or old
Im not incredible
Im just your average normal
Wish i could do something memorable
Wish i could just be more original
We all die someday
And not all of us will have a tale to say
Life will continue to be a record on replay
Cant help wasting our days
I cant help wasting away
There wont ever be a reset
One day you'll die with some regrets
But thats okay
We all die someday
You just gotta live in the moment
Dont cry over things that wont matter
Just live in the here and now
Because you'll never know when you go down
So please just turn around that frown
Its okay to not be incredible
You're just yourself, same and old

Blaaah idk. It was random. My bad.

Jun 2018

Molly

Home

Empty and grey
A waiting room
Haven for those
Too tired to rise
And blind to what
Would make them
Glow
From inside out
My dear old Home

Stars concealed
By jealous clouds
I heard
Their call
You pulled
Me down
To my hands
Warmed
By a tiny flame
Disguised
As an excuse
To stay

Time to time
You let me see
Light
Fugitive
From the cracks
Of what was
What would be
If
I didn’t go
But that’s in the past
My dear old Home

#home #growth #childhood

Nevaeh Lynn Jun 2018

The life cycle

Life is short
Simple, sometimes sweet
So many secrets for our lips to keep
Men cry and women weep
There are happier times
Once in awhile
We smile and laugh
Until we grow senile
And then we fall asleep.

— The End —