bryn - Hello Poetry

bryn May 2017

Broken

winds that blow
mountains of fright
and you know
It won't be alright

I'm not as sad i was last week or the week before. I mean i'm happier but not completely. help.

#depression #broken #winds #help

May 2017

wouldn't you like to know

H e r

she wonders
she travels
she believes
she achieves
she laughs
she cries
she lives
...
I will never say those next two words in fear of making them a reality
She will never die
her spirit will live on forever
in me
in us
as a whole

she will never die

bryn May 2017

Smash

SMASH*
SPLATTER*

Cries

May 2017

Saoirse

Unwanted things

Before I was here I was innocent
Before I was here I was brave
Before I was here I was an angel

But now I have changed

Now that I am here I am scared
Now that I am here I am uncomfortable
Now that I am here I am vulnerable

But now that I am here I can breathe
But now that I am here I am free
But now that I am here I can see...

bryn May 2017

Dying On The Inside And Out

feeling
sickness
death

i sit in my room
my stubborn closet
waves
the door open
even though
it should be closed.
taunting me,
for i cannot get up,
for i am dying,
i am sick,
and i am feeling.
the emotions of life.
sadness
happiness
angry
but those are the basic human emotions.
the ones you are expected to feel,
the ones that make you human
but what if you feel only one of those,
and sort of a mix of that one
with the others.
sadness.
is the one feeling i feel,
mixed in with anger to make
hatred
sadness.
mixed in with happiness to make
desire
sadness.
mixed in with sadness to make
depression
which is what i feel
the most out of all of these.
depression
is what i feel.

May 2017

allie

Locker room talk

Locker room talk.

Yes, it's 'cool.'
Sure, it's was considered 'awesome.'

But have you considered that
Women
Are humans
As well?

Locker room talk.

No, it's not cool.
No, it's not awesome.
No.
It is not what makes you tough.

1 out of 4 women are sexually abused.

And I see you.
I see you.
Your eyes are glazing over.
"What joy. It's* *this talk." You say.
Yes. It is that. talk.

What if,
Though.
It was her.

I think the poem says it all.

bryn May 2017

mom

"mommy am i a big girl yet"
is what i used to say,
back in the innocent times of 7 years old.

"mom when i grow older will i drive"
is what i used to say,
which she would respond with a sweet yes

"mom can you help me with my homework?"
is what i used to say,
back when i wasn't afraid to ask for help

"mom... actually never mind"
i would say, just a few years ago
and she would smile and say tell me later then

"mom... i wish... i had been a better daughter"
is what i am going to think, when it's too late
and she can't hear me.
she can't smile her sweet smile
and she can't hold me in her arms
and tell me everything will be
**o k a y

i started crying writing this... i love my mom so much but i'm such a terrible daughter and i'm sorry mom. i'm sorry.

#depression #future #past #crying