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rey Jul 2018
This big world is pretty scary,
Being a young girl.
I’m pretty defenseless compared to
The monsters in this big world.
There’s disease, pain, and suffering,
In this big world.
My existence feels small,
And my problems feel microscopic.
Such a big world,
Will millions of other things.
But this big world is apart
Of an even bigger world,
Is it even that big, anyways?
rey Jul 2018
A
Droplet
Falling from
Tired eyes when
Least expected, they
Appear like no other.
These tears are cold
And they pour out
Very slowly, but
Are the most
Painful.
¡I really tried making this look like a tear drop but it looks like a fish with no tail and that disappoints me. You can see part one if you scroll down a little bit on my profile.
rey Jul 2018
Sadness is when you are up at 2 a.m.,
And you are greeted with loneliness.
Sadness is when it turns from
An emotion to a state of mind.
Sadness is a conqueror,
Of how you live and feel.
Sadness will bother you,
Until you don’t feel bothered anymore.
Sadness is a drug,
Once received, you are becoming it.
But, what is sadness?
What truly is it?
It’s 2 a.m.
rey Jul 2018
On the tip of your tongue
Forgetting or remembering
It’s just out of reach...
rey Jul 2018
You’re the only one
To talk to me
Without thinking
I’m insane.

You’re the only one
Who listens
To what
I have to say.

You’re the only one
Who knows
My pain
Like I do.

You’re the only one
That I want
To spend my
Eternity with.

I like you a lot
Maybe even love.

© Regan
They say love is found in the most strange places, and I’ve found that is true.
rey Jul 2018
A young girl—
Out too late—
Running through a quiet urban city
searching for the sounds
That have been playing in her head

The radio gives her no help—
Those songs aren’t what she’s looking for
She craves and older more mature sound
The sound that only the dark night possesses

She can almost feel the sound,
It’s strength is almost feeding into her
She takes the bait
And makes her way to the old pub

She’s amazed by the Saxophone
And the blues lifting the air
She lets them fill her mind
And numb her surroundings

“Oh, sounds, why haven’t we met before?”
She cries out.
But the sounds keep playing
And drowning out her thoughts.
She now knows where she belongs.

© Regan
I said to my grandma “I love those saxophone blues” and this poem came to life.
rey Jun 2018
Fly
She took a step
And another
Watching birds soar above each other
Wondering why she cannot herself
She couldn’t understand why
She is unable to fly
She did some research and found out why
But gravity couldn’t tame her
She took a leap and there she went
Floating in the air
She was flying!
She was soaring!
Once you decide
Anything is possible
Go and get it
Go and fly.
Soar, sweetheart!
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