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Kendra Young Oct 2015
the darkness is starting to cloud over,
the sadness is pulling me in.
I can feel the shadows starting to grow,
they turn to me and grin.

"come closer dear one,
we won't bite. we're harmless, we swear
"
but I wasn't raised a foolish one,
the enemy is clearly right there.

I swallow my fear and turn away,
preparing to flee the scene.
that's when the sadness pulls me back,
it's like I'm living a bad dream.

but then many voices call to me,
my sanity has arrived.
it's the voices of my family,
they'll help me find the light.

life has ups and downs you see,
of that I know I'm sure,
but it's the choices that you make during it,
that determine your final score.
inspired by a dream I can't seem to shake lately.
Kendra Young Nov 2015
it was a Saturday, last June.
it was a beautiful day.
we'd been talking for almost a month and I was excited to finally meet you.
you made the hour drive to my town and picked me up from work.
mini golf, lunch, a walk by the water, and our first kiss.
it was perfect.

if only things had stayed as perfect as that first day.

now, you lie to me.
you lie about me.
you say you're not in love with me anymore.
you say you're not sure about us.

are you ashamed?
have I done something wrong?

am I not smart enough? not pretty enough? am I just not enough for you?

what do I need to do? what do you want?
just tell me, and I'll do it.
I want nothing else.
I only want you.

it was a Saturday, last June.
I fell in love with you the moment I met you.
and now I'm supposed to tell those feelings to take a back seat so you can decide if you still want to drive.
more rambles. this poetry **** is therapeutic as hell.
Kendra Young Nov 2015
why is it so easy for some people to lie?
they open their mouths and the foulest, most horrible **** comes flying out with no problem.
they might tell you they lie to protect you, that the truth would hurt so much more.
but isn't that just code for "I'm a cowardly **** who can't ball up" ??
maybe that's just how I see it.
I was taught it's not right to lie and that honesty is the best policy.
I truly believe that too.
I mean it.
I wouldn't lie..
just ranting. sick of being the second, or third choice. I deserve to be first once in a while.
Kendra Young Oct 2015
the trouble with parents,
is they're supposed to be the ones who teach us right from wrong,
they're supposed to be the ones that show us the ideal relationship,
someone to model our lives after.

but what happens when their relationship becomes the kind you should avoid?
what happens when they don't know how to show you true love, because they aren't in it anymore?
what happens when the world you've known for 21 years falls apart right in front of you?

the trouble with parents,
is they spend our lives teaching us what love is supposed to be,
but what good are those lessons if their love died in the process?
when do we become the teachers and our parents the students?
how do you teach your parents to be in love again?

the trouble with parents,
is they don't know everything,
but they spend our lives making us think they do.
needed to ramble, get some thoughts out of my head.
Kendra Young Jan 2016
"I'm Sorry"
Two words.
One meaning.
Most of the time.

"Sorry"* is supposed to be a person's way of making amends, making things right again.
But so many people say it to end an argument or get themselves out of the trouble they are in.
They don't really feel remorse or regret about the things they've done.
The don't want to change the future and make better decisions.
They just want you to forget the things that made them say "sorry" in the first place.
They want you to forget so when they do these things again it doesn't seem so bad.

Don't forget.

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