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Maddy Byrne Aug 2015
Created out of carbon
We start to erode after first breath.

weatherd by
breathing,
beating,
being.
Maddy Byrne Aug 2015
We seek purpose

As if it were a drug.
The mere idea makes our heads cloudy with possibility,
And our ignorant hearts sore.

As if we were something besides bags of blood.
Tempted to break under the idea of just living.

As if hope were something as easily
maintained as our illusions.

As if it existed.

We seek purpose.
Maddy Byrne Jun 2015
Sun pounds at lonely hills,
Guarded by snow
Shields,
That melt from moment to moment
Quietly.

Removed ever so gently
Revealing green grass
Vulnerable sprouts, learn to reach upward.
Leaf by precious leaf arise
Fragile stems grow harder,
Stronger.
Supporting small buds,
Sealed within green,
That sit in hesitation.

The sun still shines
And despite the self doubt
That comes with experiencing night
Ten seconds of courage overtake
And kissed ever so gently by light
Petals slowly open.  

Soon green buds disappear,
Petals unfold
Each moment creating bigger distinction,
Beautiful separation
As each flower becomes its own.

Bugs harm or help green stems
Sometimes both
But strong foundations are no longer so fragile

Hills bathed in green
Once white
Now represent colors across spectrums
Some not known,
And none understood.
All graced,
All kissed,
All nourished
By vital recognition.
Sweet vulnerability
Maddy Byrne Jun 2015
Between me and what I am supposed to be
I know I should be confident,
Strong,
Shake the earth with every step
And be the most rapier with my wit.

And yet I am not.

My insecurities are settled so deep,
Wrapped around so tight,
They act as second skin.
The earth settles more with my every step.
I struggle for Ivy League diplomas I know I will never get
And dyslexic poetry
Only understood by me
Can only be truly seen by me.

So for now I’ll pretend,
That my presence makes a difference  
And I am woman enough to matter.
I got published with this one but I definitely feel like its still rough around the edges, so any comments or critiques would be appreciated.
Maddy Byrne Jun 2015
We sit in substance
Hide from reality
But even through red eyes, bruised arms
And clouds of smoke,

It seeps in,
Chaos seeps in,
We seep in.

We sit in substance,
Hoping to find somewhere better
But we never do
And I seldom think we ever will.
Maddy Byrne Nov 2014
Being alone is a funny thing

The debilitating relzization of being
Unwanted
Unnecessary
Unloved.

Im not talking about 4 am I wish he liked me
rather
2pm in the center of a room
20 people that instant,
200 people that day,
2000 that week,
Yet not one knows you.

Cripplingly
Alone.

Dying inside,
Tying to put on a smile
but hideing if your sad requires someone to hide it from

Go home
to a dark, empty house
so voild of life
So silent that your breath is the only audible noise.

I mean the, no person including you has ever loved you, kind of alone.

Its a funny thing being alone.
But I guess im the only one laughing.
Maddy Byrne Nov 2014
Being alone is a funny thing
Not the feeling of lonelines
But the debilitating relzization of being alone
Of being Unwanted
Unnecessary
Unloved
Alone.

I'm not talking about 4 am I wish he liked me but rather
2pm in the center of a room
20 people that instant
200 people that day
2000 that week.
And not one knows you.
I mean being alone
Cripplingly
Alone.

Not the bad day my friend was mean to me alone
but the every day is a bad day but maby its not because you no longer care kind of alone.
I mean the dying inside
to tired to put on a smile because hiding if your sad requires someone to hide it from kind of alone.
I mean go home to a dark empty house
so silent that your breath is the loudest thing kind of alone.
I mean the no person including you has ever loved you kind of alone.

Its a funny thing being alone.
But I guess im the only one laughing.
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