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shelly Mar 2019
day 2

I often watch the world tick by
as I scream from within my mind.
Buried underneath the weight of the world
is the shell of who I once was
shelly Sep 2015
day 1

i wish i could think
of anything
that isnt aimed at myself
a series of daily poems. just random thoughts and stuff
shelly Mar 2019
every human grows up searching for one thing:
happiness
but not just that
no.
contentment.
that is what we all want in the world.
just to feel like the world makes sense,
for once.
this may be not up to par but in recent months I've experienced a lot of self-reflection and thought I should share nonetheless.
shelly Apr 2015
through the crowds
and dangers deep
there sits a man of noble stock
he plays his poker and nods around
to other men much like him
he earns much money but loses more
his wealth clouds his judgement
and soon he finds himself broke
and hits the curb and wanders home
he sits alone in the grey silence
with many thoughts that swirl about
and it comes to him then
and he sits up
and walks to his window
and flies from above
this is a little morbid but thats okay
fly
shelly May 2015
fly
i want to fly through the air
and swing from vines
or touch the sky
but i am simply stuck
on this tiny earth
hoping for something
extraordinary
i am having a terribly bad day so i'll probably poem spam
shelly Apr 2015
in seventh grade you gave me a bracelet
you said it represented everything we were
and I turned it over in my hand
treating it like the most beautiful gold
but when we grew older and innocence lost
we realized how silly that little bracelet was
but when you were dying and I stood by your side
you murmured a few words and bestowed upon
me those bracelets from
the seventh grade
idk kinda had nostalgia

this is really bad but i honestly don't care
shelly Mar 2018
i don't know what i'm doing, honestly.
i struggle, truthfully.
i try my hardest, to be completely honest.
and i don't get anywhere.
that being said, trying doesn't equal nothing.
it equals hope.
and maybe something good in the future.
for now, i have to keep trying.
keep pushing.
keep living each day
until one day, finally,
i'm happy.
hello :)
shelly May 2015
i need a place that is warm
that is comforting
with a lover of my own
with waiting arms
i need a place with family
or the comforting ticking clock
i need a home
for my own
damaged and rough soul
this is kinda  weird but then again nothing i write makes sense so
shelly May 2015
i felt fragments of you on my sheets that night
from when you broke apart and spilled your life
like a book with its pages torn
but what you don't realize is
that a torn book is still a book worth reading
shelly Apr 2015
i stick to the walls and people around me
like they are covered in glue and i am a fly
i spin out of control, hoping to grasp on to something real
and maybe one day i'll be washed of my sins
and be with my thoughts and stick to myself
this has no meaning nor makes sense but again, i'm posting it anyways so enjoy.
shelly Apr 2015
The hue of blue is much like you
with smeared beauty and grey eyes
and regrets as deep as the ocean
but through all the wonders and sadness
there's a bit of happiness too
and that is why you
are much like the hue of blue
this is lame af but thats okay
shelly Apr 2015
can i trust myself with my thoughts and concerns
like trusting a baby with a young puppy alone
but when i sit in silence and you cross my mind
i destroy myself with harsh thoughts and words
like a war with myself featuring bullets and cannons
and i may seem happy but when i am alone
i think of nothing but destruction around

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