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ᏦᏗᏖ Aug 2020
One day a girl laid under a tree
She wished her life was rid of sorrow and suffering
She wished for her life to be simple and happy
One day a girl laid under a tree and felt as though she was nothing but a pebble sinking to the bottom of the sea
She wished she felt a different way she wished she was a different way
One day a girl laid under a tree and wished she was six feet down
She wished that the darkness took her away
She wished that the cold brought her warmth
One day a girl sat under a tree and wished she was different
She wished she was happy
She wished she was satisfied with herself
She wished the insecurities were gone
One day a girl laid under a tree
With the brisk winds to keep her calm
The flowing leaves dancing above her
The clouds moving gracefully
She wished she was one with the earth
She wished she was an ant
Or possibly a bird
Then she could be simple
Simple and happy
One day a girl laid under a tree.
  Sep 2019 ᏦᏗᏖ
Poet X
I swear I’m not a love poet but

loving you
makes me scared of dying .

I know what it’s all about now,
I get why the sun rises
and the moon sets.
I understand why the stars shine
and the birds chirp.
I get why the heart beats
and the lungs breathe.

I get it now,
why I’m alive.
loving you is the only thing I feel good at .
  Sep 2019 ᏦᏗᏖ
Moonbeam Dream
one day
i will be okay
one day
i will wake up and feel happy
one day
i will stop crying
one day
i will stop giving my everything to people who dont deserve it
one day
i will smile and mean it
one day
i will be free

what if one day was today.
ᏦᏗᏖ Jul 2019
I don’t trust myself with you.
I’ve built myself a lonely cage.
I use my fear as my protector.
But sometimes, I open the cage.
Step-out to breathe in the fresh air of what could be,
then get terrified with the first breath I inhale,
and I go back in.
Because I’ve learned that the more people you let into your life,
the more vulnerable you get.
The easier it is for them to walk out.
And so I will suffer in silence.
Because I'd rather be lonely.
Than happy then broken.
ᏦᏗᏖ Apr 2019
You were the one who knew me the most.
Who knew my flaws and my best attributes.
You knew when I was mad and you knew when I was happy.
But what you didn’t know was how I felt towards you.
My feelings were as strong as an earthquake.
As hot as fire.
And you...
Well, you were cold as ice.
You knew every part of me and used that to your advantage.
You stripped me down until there was nothing left.
You used your ice pick of a heart to pick away my soul.
You left me with one thing.
My hope.
With that, I started back up.
I began to heal myself little by little.
I used my hope to my advantage.
I hoped you’d leave.
And you did once you were finished with me.
I hoped I would soon be happy.
And I was by finding someone who loved me for me.
I hoped a person like you would never come back.
And well that is something I will always hope.
ᏦᏗᏖ Feb 2019
A woman without a voice.
Her mouth sewn shut, by the ones who deem her nothing but a servant.
A woman with no strength to declare her worth.
She is to be given the right of speech by others who constantly steal it.
Her screams can be heard from miles away.
She is clawing out of the hole they dug for her.
Stay they say in order to keep her obedient.
She stays quiet.
One wrong look and she'll be killed.
She is a prisoner in her own home.
In her own body.
She wants to escape but she is trapped.
The only way out is through the lonely dark road.
She starts her journey.
Slowly she cuts the sutures.
One by one the light gets brighter.
Her voice begins to sing.
And finally, her captors are gone.
Never to be mentioned again.
She starts her new life with freedom on her shoulders.
With every step, she realizes that she is something remarkable.
Call her a feminine masterpiece.
ᏦᏗᏖ Feb 2019
It is so crazy how much I can invest in someone.
How much love and affection I constantly give.
How much time and effort I hand out whenever they’re upset or in pain.
My question is who is there for me?
Who will give me the same amount of love and affection I constantly hand out for free?
I’m not Oprah.
Who is gonna give me the time and effort I deserve?
I’m not a ….
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