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Aug 2020 · 109
The Gift of Writing
Lynnia Aug 2020
Writing is a gift
Poetry is a present
Ink and tears mingle,
Bleeding together; released
Soaring on paper airplanes
Aug 2020 · 239
Lynnia Aug 2020
Sunshine on my skin
Pavement rippling like waves
Summer's heart is now.
Jul 2020 · 614
Lynnia Jul 2020
Maybe it takes someone stronger
Machine guns equipped with a smile
Still, I ride on the wings of the littlest things
To try to forget for a while
Mar 2020 · 197
Lynnia Mar 2020
Maybe that’s the
Point of all these
Stars as they fall
Louder than me
Even in death
Together they bleed
We all die the same
But they’re better than me.
May 2019 · 218
Lynnia May 2019
She buries her face in her hands, stuck too fast
Jammed in her passion, she fashions her last
breath from the diamonds that grace her fingertips
Gently, gently, they fall as the blood drips
Slowly like a rhythmic drum beating, repeating
Heartbeats as her only assurance of being alive
Wide eyes tried to slide up where people could truly see
But her sunglasses are steel doors, and visible is something she’ll never be
Lynnia May 2019
I write myself raw, like a poison
Bite through my brain, what a present
Present your gifts and bask in this splendor
Splendid how the stars align
A lie, a lie, and a line I crossed
I’m fine, I’m fine, catch this fire I tossed
I’ll terminate my tension with porcelain pressure
Still as the pool of blood I spill
Too hard to ****, like Prometheus
Shorn shadows, insides torn out
And the dark, the dark, it’s after me
Catch me please
No, don’t— I’m fine
May 2019 · 1.5k
I am Thursday
Lynnia May 2019
Wretched voice
Boxed so thin
Rubbed-raw noise
Sandpaper skin
Beaten crest
Lasts for years
Naked nest
November tears
The season’s stall
Before the laughs
The worst of all
The ugly path
A sun burned green
I waste away
While they all wait
For bright Friday.
It’s a metaphor, Brian
Apr 2019 · 221
Lynnia Apr 2019
Well hello again. Although we’ve clashed,
A new tune rises from the ash
Vermillion chords may paint this song
Ending it all; I hope I’m wrong
Apr 2019 · 197
not a Michael Jackson song
Lynnia Apr 2019
ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᶰ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶤʳʳᵒʳ
ᶤ ᶳᵉᵉ ʰᶤᵐ ᶳᵒ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳ
ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉᶳᶰ’ᵗ ᶳᵉᵉ ᵐᵉ
ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘᶳᵉ ᶰᵒᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵈᵒᵉᶳˑ
ᵐʸ ᶳᶤᵈᵉ ʲᵘᶳᵗ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵇᵉˡˡ
ʰᶤᶳ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᶳ ᶤᵗ ᶠᵉˡˡ
ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᵉ’ᶳ ᵗᵘʳᶰᵉᵈ ᵃᶰʸʷᵃʸ
ᶳᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒᵉᶳ ᶤᵗ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳˀ
ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒ ᴵ ᶜᵃʳᵉ
ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉᶳᵉ ᵗʰᶤᶰ ᶳᵗʳᶤᶰᵍᶳ ʷᵉ ᶳʰᵃʳᵉˀ
ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵏ ᴵ’ᵐ ʲᵒᵏᶤᶰᵍ
ᶤ ᵍᵘᵉᶳᶳ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉᶳ ᵗᵒᵒˑ
ᵃ ᶳᵐᶤˡᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃ ˡᶤᵉ
ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ ᵃᶳ ʷᵉ ᶳᶤᵍʰ
ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶤᶰ ᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉ
ᵗʰᵃᵗ’ᶳ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ’ᶳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶳᵃᵐᵉˑ
ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ’ᶳ ᶳᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᶤᵐ
ᶤ ᶜᵃᶰ’ᵗ ᶠᶤᶰᵈ ʷᶤᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʰᶤᵐ
ʰᵉ ʰᵃᶳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵈᵒᶰ’ᵗ
ᶳᵒ ʷʰʸ’ᶳ ʰᵉ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵐᵉˀ
ᵒᶰᶜᵉ ᶠᶤᵉʳʸ ᶰᶤᶜᵉ
ᶰᵒʷ ᶜᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ᶤᶜᵉ
ᶤ ᵍᵘᵉᶳᶳ ʰᵉ ʲᵘᶳᵗ ᶳᵃʷ ᵐᵉ
ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᶤᵗ ᵗᵒᵒ
ᶤ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵈᵒ ᵗʳʸ
ᶤ ʲᵘᶳᵗ ʷᵃᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ʷʰʸ
‘ᶜᵃᵘᶳᵉ ᶤᵗ’ᶳ ᵇᶤᵍᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ʰᶤᵐ
ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤ ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᶤ ᵐᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵈʳᵒʷᶰ
ʰᵉ’ᶳ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶳᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶤ ˡᵃᶜᵏ
“ᵇʳᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ˒ ᵇʳᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ”
ᵖˡᵉᵃᶳᵉ ᵈᵒᶰ’ᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᶤᶳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵉ
ᶤ ᵍᵘᵉᶳᶳ ᶤ’ˡˡ ʲᵘᶳᵗ ᵍᵒ⁻
Feb 2019 · 220
Already gone.
Lynnia Feb 2019
This might be paranoia
Please tell me that I’m wrong
But 27 days
Is already far too long
I told you that I loved you
You said you loved me more
We smile through our sutured eyes
And then you shut the door
I thought that I would lose again
You told me you would stay
Used to always be around
But now you’ve walked away
Now and then, you stop to talk
Enough to keep me on
But not so much to make me think
You’re not already gone.
Feb 2019 · 440
Lynnia Feb 2019
Useless, I swore to use this, but I can’t do this
Turn around, sit down, I’ll tell you if the shoe fits
Rage fits, but I can’t scream
Burning fires in my dreams
It’s going well, or so it seems
But luck can change so fast—I mean,
Are you, are you not on board?
Care to duel? Words are my sword
It’s just too much; I can’t afford
The price of nice behavior toward
These people wearing masks
I’m not a person; I’m a task
If you don’t like me, I’ll just ask
Before I’m lost in the past
I wrote this in like 10 minutes as I was going to school which is why it’s lower in quality than a picture taken on an early-2000s flip phone
Feb 2019 · 362
whatever this is
Lynnia Feb 2019
Enter in the beauty of this purity
Sincerity’s a rarity
Look in the mirror and I stare at me
Offer up a prayer for me
But the guilt overrides me
It eats up inside me
Bide my time ‘till I’m free
Like the inverse of Lyme disease
Fine by me, let me be
I’ll huff and puff in ecstasy
But words are nothing; words are free
Words sap up my energy
These colors aren’t that fun
Found myself overrun
Screams brighter than the sun
Coming from everyone
Yet they live their lives in white lies
With nothing else to stand by
No power helps their planes fly
And in the end they all die
Honesty’s a lonely word
Feeling under scrutiny
Heavy under blows;
is this a mutiny? Pardon me,
Because I was never the captain
I was never in charge
Life doesn’t have captions
It’s just blank index cards
Murphy’s law applies to spirits
Raise a glass for your ghost
Right when things are gone,
That’s when you miss them the most
Feb 2019 · 297
Iron bars
Lynnia Feb 2019
Writing is my only hope
The pen’s blood-ink, it stains my throat
There’s no one there to fawn or dote
Surrounded by my poison moat
Isolated by the fray
Shackled wrists, I’m locked away
They stick around for just a day
Then turn and leave me where I lay
Draining; all I do is try
Sinking as they pass me by
Sometimes you just have to cry
But tears won’t come—I wonder why
My words are all I’ve got and less
For looks alone don’t pass the test
Hot, I’m not, just a hot mess
They like me, but don’t like me best
Feb 2019 · 433
Lynnia Feb 2019
I have a curious kind of heart
The kind left untouched by all but a kindred spirit
Felt undone and they don’t want to hear it
Synthesize joy but don’t dare go near it
Maybe the breeze thinks I’m flawless
But deep in my mind, it’s a perfect kind of lawless
Take away my thoughts, I’m poor and I’m jobless
But the cycle churns on and I don’t have the guts to stop this
I’m fighting underground, fighting underground
They don’t listen to my sound, listen to my sound
I fear what I can’t hear
If the darkened voice drew near, I’d disappear—
Oh, disappear
Feb 2019 · 195
If only
Lynnia Feb 2019
If only my words were worth more, I wouldn’t bleed
A little good company, that’s all I need
Pick up the Word and I make it my creed
But it wasn’t my script I was supposed to heed
I’m trying to move on, find a person, find a friend
Not someone who would run, but who would stick it to the end
I swear I’ll just break if I keep trying to bend
I still don’t know if I’m truly on the mend
Then, I guess I’ll just tend my wounds
Speak to the truth, I ain’t looking for a golden boon
Ask for my name, everyone’s like, “Lynni who?”
I’m learning while I’m yearning for a talking-to, that’s the truth
Dec 2018 · 298
Lynnia Dec 2018
I can’t do this anymore
Walk away and shut that door
Constriction’s my conviction, I’m on a stage
Act the part and turn the page
Too stuck, under fumbling fingers I lay
Eyes to heaven, loudly pray
Send me an angel, send me a line
Grasping the truth, not another “I’m fine”
So I shrink away; I hide in fear
My shadow sheds her silver tears
I bleed these words on my bedroom floor,
For I can’t do this anymore.
Dec 2018 · 1.5k
Lynnia Dec 2018
Blazing life sets my soul on fire
All white clouds and green meadows
I can’t help but stare now
I haven’t a care now
And darling, we can breathe, finally
Set myself lose, run me dizzy
Let me live and let me die
Here I stay, forget me not
While I grasp tightly to this sweet lie.
Dec 2018 · 300
In The Thick Of It
Lynnia Dec 2018
Semi-conscious obscurity
Synergy redacted
I felt the breeze whip through me
Blew me away, consumed me
Threw me into a frenzy
Friends and enemies, come end me
Lend me a hand, come talk if you can
And understand, this ain’t my Promised Land
You’re fantasy, not family
And finally, band together,
Forever, we fight these nights
The light’s too bright, read me my rights
If I’m right, nobody accepts me, except me
Respect me, respectfully I bow before the monarchy
Mon ami, are you there?
Say a prayer
If you dare
Tell me where, and watch me fade away...
Nov 2018 · 214
These Words Of Mine
Lynnia Nov 2018
These words of mine
They’re all I’ve got
Sometimes so sweet
Sometimes they rot
Don’t talk so much,
But think a lot
These letters are
My battles fought
These words of mine
They’re all I need
They’re food to eat
And red to bleed
Bloom with flowers,
Choke like weeds
They seal my fate
And do my deeds.
Nov 2018 · 307
Lynnia Nov 2018
They ask me why
I care so young
I shrug a lie
On silver tongue
Can’t waste my breath
On smaller trials
Can’t stop for death,
It makes me vile
If I can’t help you,
can’t make you see,
can’t give you hope,
what’s the point of me?
What am I here for?
Why let me be?
I’ve more to do here
Than hide or flee
There’s so much I’ve got
So much to give
If that’s all for naught,
why even live?
I’m here for a reason
So lend me an ear
It’s not just this season
It should be all year!
If I have two shirts,
why not pass one down?
If someone else hurts,
can’t I turn their frown?
Is this not my purpose?
Is this not my heart?
Go mend all those pieces;
don’t tear them apart.
If I’m here, I’m here for a reason. If I’m here and I’m happy and other people aren’t and that makes me sad, maybe that’s an indicator of what I’m here for. And if I’m here and I’m doing nothing, what’s the point of even existing?
Nov 2018 · 651
Write Me
Lynnia Nov 2018
Write me like a rose
Soft petals built of prose
Carve me like a keyless lock
Whose secrets no one knows
Draw me like a dream
Who isn’t what she seems
Mold me like a polished mirror
Who says just what she means
Craft me like a crime
Who stole all of your time
Paint me like an endless youth,
Never past her prime
Form me like a fire
That never, ever tires
Lull me like a legacy
That stays when things get dire.
Nov 2018 · 240
Lynnia Nov 2018
Strum the strings and spill my soul
Little things; they make me whole
Lovely line,
She said I’m fine,
Never thought of what she stole
Click the keys and tell my tale
Wring my hands and grip the rail
Too tight, not right,
Don’t speak tonight,
Just freeze and hold your crook and flail
Turn it up and make a scene
Steal the crown and say you’re Queen
Can’t erase
Your perfect face
Project your image to the screen
So I grasp my charm like it’s an ax
Used to fend off their attacks
Slashed with words
Still unheard
Now it’s time to face the facts...
Nov 2018 · 278
When You See It...
Lynnia Nov 2018
If you squint your eyes
And turn your head, you
Might just see more than at first
Rather than a quick look
Or a fast pass
Or a flick of the eyes
Try really searching.
Now reread  v e r y   c a r e f u l l y
Oct 2018 · 305
I Talked To Someone
Lynnia Oct 2018
Bantered like a pro,
Happy memory held dear
Keep this moment close.
It wasn’t for long, but I’m still quite proud of myself.
Oct 2018 · 311
Lynnia Oct 2018
star bright
the sun is awfully
dim tonight
i wish i may
i wish i might
don’t let the darkness
quench my light.
Oct 2018 · 375
Lynnia Oct 2018
Please listen to me now
Can’t you try to hear?
Instead you just block out my sound
Stick your fingers in your ears
Singing, “la la la”
While I crescendo to a shout
In your head I’m just a whisper
In my ears I’m screaming out
Begging please, please, spare a moment
And perhaps I waste my breath
All I wanted was attention
Not to fight you to the death
So listen to my voice
And maybe you might see
Beneath the smile and poise,
The person that is me.
Oct 2018 · 144
Lynnia Oct 2018
a life in words,
the edges blurred
sync what you’ve read
with what you’ve heard

though limbs may tire
and mouth’s a liar
the dancing pen
is still on fire

in the Real,
tongue can’t reveal
just what the heart
is prone to feel

yet the ink-stained mirror
makes truth appear
and sets free the doubt
the mind so fears
Oct 2018 · 594
Lynnia Oct 2018
seep through the cracks
launch an attack
so relentless
don't fall back

tie me in knots
poison my thoughts
insidious wares
readily bought

twisted like twine
soon out of time
heart beats too fast,
forgot my lines

the words that i bleed
slowly made free
while my soul is chained
i'm no longer me.
about the dark side of love.
Oct 2018 · 447
puddles of laughter
Lynnia Oct 2018
through the happy,
through the glad,
when the good things yield their crops,
when life just grins and never stops,
puddles of laughter all around.

through the friendship,
through the love,
through the yellow, orange, and pink,
when God paints the sky with heaven’s ink,
puddles of laughter all around.

jump so high,
nearly fly,
puddles of laughter all around

through the black,
through the bleak,
through dreary days where joy is dead,
through poison thoughts that pound your head,
puddles of laughter all around.

through the sorrow,
through the pain,
through endless grey and silent tears,
through the seven famine years,
puddles of laughter all around.

going down,
run aground,
puddles of laughter all around.
friendship rings,
angels sing,
Laughter soaks through everything.
God and good friends are all you really need.
Oct 2018 · 319
beginning of the end
Lynnia Oct 2018
all storms start with a drop
all clouds grow from one wisp
here’s the beginning, wait ‘till it stops
and then you’ll see just what you missed

it’s a small step from one stage to the next
and then where you are is where you’ll die
just when you think they passed the test
you find out it was all some lie

once upon a time, we saw the sun
thought that we were born anew
came in two and left in one
but even angels fall down too

so i sit in desperation
try to let my mind amend
seething in my resignation
to the beginning of the end.
Oct 2018 · 270
Lynnia Oct 2018
You’re a whirlwind
Always flying
Through my head
Never dying
Back and forth
To and fro
Like a merry-go-round
And around you go
You’re in and out
Up and down
Backwards, forwards
Smile, frown
Half-baked silly
Then stone-cold
Who are you really?
Will I ever know?
Oct 2018 · 877
Speak Up!
Lynnia Oct 2018
they say to speak up
but what they don’t see is that
sometimes i just can’t
Oct 2018 · 747
Goodbye To Liberty
Lynnia Oct 2018
It was our fathers’ independence
Not quite passed down to their descendants
These “We The People” days were through
Long before our world came to
And now we breathe and bleed our rights
Always ready for a fight
People screaming through the streets
Bullets from a single tweet
The American Dream so lovingly kept
Drowned in Liberty’s tears as she softly wept
Left and Right at constant war
Raging, always craving more
We tear at all the different ones;
Turn our faces from the Son
If this is what it means to be free,
say goodbye to Liberty.
Sep 2018 · 221
Please Don’t
Lynnia Sep 2018
What you read isn’t me
Just the dark side of the girl you see
It’s my lament; a sad decree
Of all I need, all I can’t be

Think what you want but watch what you say
Words can cut and someone’s gotta pay
I’ll write to my right, so if I may,
Let me excuse your reviews; this isn’t news today...

Tell me I’m pretty, tell me I’m kind
Tell me it isn’t my right to unwind
Worry’s in your heart and that’s just fine,
But please don’t let your perceptions change mine—

My words are my sword, my words are my shield
Words are my way of spilling what I can’t reveal
And when I can’t speak, my pen is my tongue
So please don’t say “stop” ‘cause my heart is too young.
To the person who, out of worry caused by love, blows my words out of proportion.
Sep 2018 · 254
Lynnia Sep 2018
colors swirl in 3D vision
highlighting my indecision
nuclear fission—my heart explodes
someone come and break my load

affirmation’s hard to come across
when your life’s watered down to a bronze coin toss
lost, simply waiting, unanticipating
the pain of losing again, second-rating

sit in the back and slump in your seat
soul black as a raven, mind white as a sheet
clean in the eyes and blind in the heart
sick in the lines and falling apart

numb, it’s a strange thing to say
that tomorrow is the same thing again like today
and even when the rain falls i say i try
to turn my face up towards the sky—

but that’s a lie.
i have no idea where that came from. it kind of just flew out. like poetic ****. ew, yet true.
Sep 2018 · 313
Lynnia Sep 2018
The clock is ticking
Falling into the blue
She acts like it’s not
But I know it’s true
The day will come
The moment arrive
And whatever is there
Will slowly die
And on this day
She’ll take up her part
And follow the others
Into the dark
Drifting away
On the glassy sea
Waving joyfully
To miserable me.
Sep 2018 · 235
Inside My Skin
Lynnia Sep 2018
There’s a ghost inside my skin
Basking in my sin
Wearing me like a dress

She took over my soul
Swallowed me whole
Left me in distress

I tried to launch an attack
Grabbed her hand, pulled her back
But she pushed me back inside

Now she wears my charms
Says she doesn’t mean me harm
Still, the other me has died

She lied.
Aug 2018 · 277
Lynnia Aug 2018
You told me you wanted something of mine
Whispered through the wind, intangible
Negotiations from one side
Never to touch; forever to hold
A thousand asked, but thrice replied
Your smiling lies did grow more bold
The second one was left to die
A thousand secrets—priceless, sold

not lived; alive;
your words did thrive,
and fed like rats
on my Untold.

It’s something you can’t clearly see
The way I clutch these to my chest
And something quite so dear to me
Falls like an egg from Mother’s nest
A jewel I never meant to share—
Snatched in the night from cradle warm
It seems you never really cared
Yet never meant to do me harm

satisfied not
you weren’t who i thought
we just drank the joy
of sweet Alarm.
Aug 2018 · 175
Lynnia Aug 2018
i try to speak, but every day
my words shatter on their rocks—i pray
if you had sent a smile my way
it might have set me free—

i fight the chains of typical
i laugh; inside I’m miserable
i guess i’m still invisible
to everyone—
but me.
Aug 2018 · 1.2k
Lynnia Aug 2018
Piano trilling
Drums thrilling
Bass pumps straight through your heart
Guitar screams,
Keys dream,
Vocals piercing like a dart—
Mist shifts
Mood lifts
Hot chills electric down your spine
Crowd yells
Colors swell
Lift your hands, lose your sense of time...
Aug 2018 · 404
Tick Tock
Lynnia Aug 2018
“Tick tock,”
calls the clock
Time inches on
and doesn’t stop
And dawn begins
We count by tens
Waiting for our lives to end.

“Tick tock,”
sings the clock
Time tiptoes on
and doesn’t stop
And morning begins
We’re wading in
Waiting for our lives to end.

“Tick tock,”
drawls the clock
Time marches on
and doesn’t stop
And day begins
We fight to win
Waiting for our lives to end.

“Tick tock,”
warns the clock
Time hurries on
and doesn’t stop
And noon begins
We pick up again
Waiting for our lives to end.

“Tick tock,”
whispers the clock
Time races on
and doesn’t stop
And evening begins
We grab our pens
Waiting for our lives to end.

“Tick tock,”
yells the clock
Time still goes on
and never stops
Night has arrived
The day has died
Make way; a new dawn starts to rise.
A poem about the human life cycle.
Aug 2018 · 272
c o n f l i c t e d
Lynnia Aug 2018
venomous serpents coil inside, fangs dripping blood
slither, swirl
sand in the wind
foil, fester, freak
bubbling cauldron filled to the brim with rank dread
confusion, collision, corruption, calamity
counting caskets from six feet under
She’s fragile; handle her with care
and don’t you dare
upset her; poor dear
she’s very near
to tears
You can see them
tracing rivers down
her chin
she’s there
Aug 2018 · 420
On My Mind
Lynnia Aug 2018
I ask you a question in my head
Your memory responds in kind
Neither you nor I can figure out
Why you’re always on my mind
You’re a ghost, a wraith, without a voice
Yet loud and clear I always find
The answer’s balanced on your tongue
But for once you choose not to speak your mind
The secrets hid behind your lips
are what I crave; I wish to find
Why didn’t you hold it all inside?
Why so unafraid to speak your mind?
At least that’s how it used to be
Someday, together, alone, we’ll find
A drop to quench my burning flame:
Why are you always on my mind?
I’m confused.
Aug 2018 · 217
Lynnia Aug 2018
i don’t know where i’m going
the road behind me blurred like tears
new directions, old insecurities
they tell me now to face my fears

but i can’t
what if i can’t?

walking on eggshells
tripping on a tightrope cold
monotonous road of hidden knives
chokehold the new to bury the old

and i can’t
i just can’t

all tight smiles, unnatural laughter
driven to cursed synergy
once-crossed and twice-gifted
i’m running out of energy

and maybe i can’t
or maybe i just don’t know how
Jul 2018 · 331
Number We Share, Part Five
Lynnia Jul 2018
Eight is the number we share in years
A quiet plea, she hardly hears
This is where the magic ends
Giggling with her other friends
Eight is the number we share in years
Alone, I’m drowning in my tears.
The climactic ****** of this series.
Jul 2018 · 185
Nighttime Thoughts
Lynnia Jul 2018
another restless night is spent
tearing through my listless day
an Angel from above was sent
she speaks in some uncommon way
our younger selves would never leave
a status quo i cant achieve
this Death is far too old to grieve
we’ve placed our bets—
now who will pay?
I think too much and I can’t sleep, so I tried writing down my train of thought and this is the byproduct. So here you go. It’s your problem now. Happy birthday.
Jul 2018 · 251
Number We Share, Part Four
Lynnia Jul 2018
Seven’s the number we share in years
Strangled gasps fall on deaf ears
Crying out and brushed aside
You can’t run and you can’t hide
Seven’s the number we share in years
Crumble, crash, succumb to fear.
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Lynnia Jul 2018
We were dueling with sparks
Now we’re juggling fire
Flame still starves in the dark
Never beaten or tired
Doesn’t dim with age
It can’t be blown out
Still alive with rage
Feeding on your doubt
It doesn’t think
And it can’t feel
Driven to the brink
Craving its next meal
Anger scorches your soul
Many have learned
If you play with fire,
you’re bound to get burned.
Anger scorches you from the inside out and letting the blaze speak for you has its consequences.
Jul 2018 · 251
Number We Share, Part Three
Lynnia Jul 2018
Five is the number we share in years
I talk out loud, but no one hears
Thinking it’s some kind of game
Left me and they passed the blame
Five is the number we share in years
Friendship isn’t always clear.
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I Don’t Understand
Lynnia Jul 2018
I don’t understand you
You’re not like me
I walk with caution
You’re flying free
I sit alone
You yell out loud
I hide away
You stand tall and proud
I thought you were shallow
That you lacked a heart
In one night, all those things
shot away like a dart
Then the very next day
I had to take it all back
You made the same mistake
Same foresight you lack
You’re contradictory
Just a flip of a page
From abrasive; young-minded
To older than age
I still don’t understand you
We’re not even close
But I hope someday I get you
When it matters the most.
Some things I just don’t understand...
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