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MissNeona Mar 2021
"Maybe I should've hit you more as a child"
is a really weird way to say thanks, but it's what I get.
MissNeona Mar 2021
rub
'cause here's the rub - it turns out 6 to 1 positive to negative makes brain go whirr happy and we forget to celebrate each minute 'cause we live it and the moment we don't the entire web around us is sad... so thanks for takin' care of the node.
MissNeona Mar 2021
Construction of paths
Is essential to nourish flow
Time to build good streams

Opportunity
Has a lot of syllables
so does syllables

Even the cost of
(the word I used before)
wastes a lot of time
MissNeona Mar 2021
50
It's like everyone is screaming 'cause they don't wanna seem crazy,
Needing to be heard, yearning in mind - but body's lazy
We think too much, hurt so much, then just get super hazy.
Then wondering why we don't do what we wanna do on the daily.

Show up, clarify your needs, and get your dreams made
You're the only one who can do the work  to get paid
Does the universe have to sound the alarm like an air raid?
Or are you too busy dickin' around tryna get laid?

There's nobody I know that wants to navigate social situations
Emotional labour is one of the heaviest on our patience.
Looking around, we're searching for our next tempations.
Huffing about saying we're deserving of our remunerations.

Some times Ds get degrees - fiddy dat, yo.
And Fs are just a sign that learning comes slow.

All imposters in our out mind
nothing but a soul's bind
searching outside you won't find
what truly appeases the grind

all the expectations from being such a filthy ****** with a design-thinker's mind my whole life. I will never appease the beast inside, but at least I'm submitting for her approval now instead of the run-and-hide.
MissNeona Feb 2021
I think one thing I'm going to have to learn is that if someone doesn't like me... I should just not give that energy anymore.

I keep reaching out to people who don't reach out to me and wonder why I can't help them... why I can't feel like a good friend.

I'm not meant for everyone, and not everyone is meant for me.

Why would I watch while they showcase their pain yet shun me for trying to connect with my understanding.

I'm withdrawing self and advice.

I want to observe more.

Let's see what happens next.

I can't wait to feel more welcome, but that sometimes means that I have to stay in good spaces, to protect my energies, to not keep searching, keep reaching, keep puting vibe where it's not welcome.

That's really, really okay.

The only way to find out where you belong is to see what feels good and put the love back into those that love you.

I keep forgetting it's not the soak but the gush.

It's not the next destination. It's not the things to be done tomorrow. It's the right here, the right now, the what shows up and what makes you proud.

I love my good friends, the ones that show, the ones that know, the ones that can take a good blow.

It's never the critic who stands on the sidelines ripping apart the one in the arena who is already battling fiercely...

The show has always been on, and you're not being watched by me... you're being watched by yourself... good luck to you.

"Hell is meeting the person you could have been at the end of your life...."

I'm trying to live a heavenly life, by appreciating my suffering and being with the little girl that hid in a closet... she always needed a friend. I can be her friend. <3
MissNeona Feb 2021
My black dog is running circles in my head, worn treads, from pacing steps around beds, remembering everything unsaid, said, never-should-be-read - blanking on the last time she was fed. Woof. Ruff. Darkness.
MissNeona Feb 2021
The Lady of the Lake
Be the Goddess of the Sea
All this talk of the he over she?
is just Blarney! ****** the girls - made them laughing stocks
They said the siren song led men upon the rocks,
And that the little mermaid was just a fish in the sea who lost the voice for talks-
but when fish started to fly they called them birds harpies - and banshees!
Known for their shrieks, eeeeeeeeee~

Ban-shee-from power, will you?
Making monarchs from kings
But trapping princesses in towers
Calling them dragons to protect the treasures.
But you can’t ex-the-caliber of how the caged bird sings

It comes in waves - the ebbs and flows of rage
3 - 6 - 9 - 13
The ripples and coreolis flow of the fibonacci
The coming of months - in this new age
A of new moons and returned goddesses;
And that which had always been

Hope’s Chest and Pandora’s Box
Divine design isn’t but seed from *****
Calling ******* weak - but ***** strong?
Maybe marijuana isn’t the pipe dream; but ding! The ****.

I love Lucy; The devilish flower
Ladies love Lililies and women in power.
The wild roses will always grow in bushes
Sometimes thorns are built to avoid pushes

Relinquished power to the lords of sands and time.
It took me a while to hear a visual sign
Why can kings stand alone?
When Queens yield more potency?

Was it man or product overboard in Boston -
That’s may spill the real Liber’s Tea

Turn the wines back to water
Gaia returned from the pater.
We all knew grapes were a soft seed
But when the serpent is vilified
Save for the one who wears the pants -
We knew the apple wasn’t eaten or given
But something definitely was swallowed

I have a hard time believing that
A god of wine and revelry
Would let a woman with a sword
And the torch
Stand in the way of his libations
And ****** treats

Adam always had the apple
And a trouser snake
The Victor tells to story
Flipping the script each time
Keeps ouroboros on the next take

Pom-e-granite ain’t quite an apple
But maybe we we take words for granted
Abracadabra becomes a joke
And the rest is in sight, just planted…  
Upside down,
spun around
groundhogs day
opposite day

What even day?
What's to say - they changed the calendar .... wha over a millenia?
Instinct knows whats can be found
when we start first with self and ground...
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