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 Dec 2021
MuseumofMax
A warm embrace
Or so they thought

Warm at first
Then it got hot

Piles of blankets
Suddenly smothering
Stuck inside
Until you
Die

I want to leave
But I like the pain
Forgetting the hurt
What goes on in my brain.

I found a way out
Though a little late

Turns out the door was always open
I just didn’t check the lock

Stepping out onto green grass
Reminds me of an old poem I wrote

The first steps take a while
My feet are cold
But I try and smile

After what feels like forever
I look up
And I’m not alone anymore
My heart
Will not
Feel
Sore

That old door
That I thought was locked

Has disappeared.

I won’t go back
To the place I thought was home
For now I know what love is

I am Sophie
I am Max
I am an artist

Monster boy is facing the real world for the first time
Turns out he’s doing okay
And he can still rhyme.

Wonder what adventures will come next
Sophie doesn’t know
And neither does Max

But they’re excited
For the trek.

No longer perplexed.
The first steps of a new person… the poem I’m referencing is ‘Content’ by me :)
 Dec 2021
MuseumofMax
Monster boy is sleepy now
Today was full of self-work

He’s proud of himself
But he knows he can’t live forever
They still need sleep
Even with lemon boys sweater

Drifting off
Wishing for good dreams
And peaceful memories……
Going to sleep
 Dec 2021
MuseumofMax
My brain

Was perfect

Before

It was deserted

Wish I could

Wish I may

Remember what I was going to say.
Brain issues…
 Dec 2021
MuseumofMax
Lemon boy smiles
I don’t dream anymore
But if I did I know you’d be there
You broke through my walls
I hope you know
I’m yours
Are you mine?
To: Lemon Boy
 Dec 2021
MuseumofMax
‘Oh Christmas tree oh Christmas tree’

Your lights shine too bright
My eyes
Are sensitive
And so are my ears

Loud voices and bustling shoppers
Make me anxious
Whatever happened to whoville?

I don’t need presents or money
I’m happy with those I love around me

Sometimes I wonder if they feel the same
Or has the holiday season
Driven them insane?
 Dec 2021
MuseumofMax
Hello again
It’s me
Soph-ie

Tomorrow I’m going to therapy
I’m really nervous

But I’m gonna do really well
I’ll be comfortable
And maybe make new friends?

Help me through this if you can

But either way I will do it
And I will stay strong

I’ve been working on myself
And they will see
 Dec 2021
MuseumofMax
Can’t control what I say
Hope that’s ok

I try my best to distract
From what is and what’s
Grey

Wolves coming from all over
During the night

Will you stay or will you fight?

I like your presence it makes me feel warm

I guess I kinda like
Being wrapped in your arms

It’s weird for me
Because I expected someone else

But no matter what
My heart will always
Melt

Eventually.
To: Lemon boy
 Dec 2021
MuseumofMax
A little girl no longer so young
She weeps because she is older
Forced off a cliff she hadn’t seen
Flailing,
      screeching,
                   grasping,
for a sturdy point to take hold
But alas not one remains
She falls
They watch
She dies.


By: Sophia Coe
 Dec 2021
MuseumofMax
Everything is so big
But I am so small
All
                                         The
          Stars
                      In
   The
                         Sky
They shine down on me
I can’t help but wonder when I might shine back at them.
 Dec 2021
MuseumofMax
Green grass probes my feet, wrinkling my    
nose
A blue sky lets my eyelids grow heavy      
  longing for rest
Cars swish by
Dusty wheels turn on and on
Old roads never end
 Dec 2021
MuseumofMax
a little cat
sprawled out on the windowsill
gray splotches scatter her coat
a kiss of gold brushes her nose

a soft purr
grumbles

stretching her whole body she yawns, flashing her wicked grin

there her dusty green eyes flicker
as they draw to a close
A tribute to my own
 Dec 2021
MuseumofMax
Can I escape ?

The guard laughs

I swallow hard,
a shiver travels all the way up my spine

Can I bear this weight forever ?
Or will I inevitably face my own doom?

I did not choose the bars from which I lie behind,
and yet now I sit staring at them.

They stare back at me and I am finally able to see;

I will not escape.
For my very prison,

is me.
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