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  Feb 2019 Eryca
Brooklynn Rogers
Sometimes I pretend
that my anxiety is a little mean man on my shoulder
Sometimes when he talks
I try to tune him out by thinking of my threes
three things I can hear
three things I can see
three things I can touch
Sometimes it works
but when it doesn't
the little mean man destroys me
Eryca Feb 2019
I drew a picture of you
I painted blue.

It had two faces
The first was filled with grace
The second with disgrace
A mouth filled with lies
Fear in your eyes
A brain thinking it was wise but really full of why's
Anything that goes through your ears disappears
A heart with the wrong kind cheers when it should be filled with tears.

I drew a picture a of you
I thought I drew it well too.
Written Feb 27, 2019
  Feb 2019 Eryca
have you been
i guess not,
for your attention
in my poem
could tell
sorry if this nurse
took so long
in finding
the perfect words
to cure
your soul
strip your clothes
stand at the mirror
gaze at the
creature with
the foggy figure
a sinkhole
in those eyes
and a temporary
stitch whenever
you would
the collarbone
which hides,
suffocates from the
blanket of skin
sickening lies
it penetrated
corrupted your mind
ignored the
fact and just
the beast
will **** you,
don't find
it ****
the chaos is screaming
later on
you'll be
i know how
a reflection
you lost yourself
you lost you
it's like
having a stray cat
beneath your
a wandering stranger
sails from
the memories
of truth
overflowing blood
your dilemmas
it mimicked the
fire of hell
in those
the greatest harm
you'll ever
cause you
but why a
and not a
listen here,
you are your
the cure and the pain,
which decision
will define?
all i can
say is,
save yourself
from death,
it hasn't
deseved you yet
go ahead
and fight your
way to life
I suffered from these issues. And I don't have to wait to heal completely so i could serve my people.
  Feb 2019 Eryca
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
Eryca Feb 2019
Will you wait for me?

As I stand on the edge of sand
with water caressing between my toes
Back and forth, back and forth

There is a lull in the wind
Everything stops,
My thoughts don’t exist, no reality

Back and forth, back and forth
comes again
I look up at the sun
I am not the light of the world
But you shine on me.

Will you wait for me?
Written Feb 17, 2019
Eryca Feb 2019
Woe is me,

I see Grammy getting older as she sleeps all day.
My mom stressed more than ever because she works all day.
Daddy is getting out prison in a few days.
My uncle letting me see my baby cousin again so we play.

But even that doesn't brush the pain away.
Because I still have pain from the last time.  
It’s always going to be there for the rest of my lifetime.
I guess I can but it aside in meantime.

So maybe it should be woe betide you.
Because we both know that's true.
Written in 2013
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