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14/F/In My Head Full Of Dreams
I am a Jewish autistic girl who loves poetry, reading, singing, writing songs/poems, listening to heavy metal and rock music and edm music. I support …
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sadgirl
Oct 2017
sometimes
i pray for you
not to god,
but to all
the dead poets
we love,
they are all
pretentious pushpin
ghosts, gapping out
of skin
and turning around
to devour,
rumi always asks for me
to listen, and i see
why i pray in the first place
not for your salvation,
but so you can blossom
into the warrior
i know you are
i pray for you
not to god,
but to all
the dead poets
we love,
they are all
pretentious pushpin
ghosts, gapping out
of skin
and turning around
to devour,
rumi always asks for me
to listen, and i see
why i pray in the first place
not for your salvation,
but so you can blossom
into the warrior
i know you are
Middy, you are amazing.
beans
Feb 2013
Eyes staring up
To the lovely and strong
Oh, Middy Ocre
Play me a song
That song you do play
The hum of my life
It's always to stay
Stuck in like a knife
I know it quite well
I've heard it before
The sound of my hell
A fresh closing door
Slammed square on my jaw
What did I expect?
No one ever saw
The sounding prefect
I came, then I went
With hardly a glance
I knew I was spent
I had not a chance
For that song in my ears
And everywhere else
Never drew tears
But bolded itself
It stood way up high
Embrazoned in gold
I started to cry
Belittled and cold
To the lovely and strong
Oh, Middy Ocre
Play me a song
That song you do play
The hum of my life
It's always to stay
Stuck in like a knife
I know it quite well
I've heard it before
The sound of my hell
A fresh closing door
Slammed square on my jaw
What did I expect?
No one ever saw
The sounding prefect
I came, then I went
With hardly a glance
I knew I was spent
I had not a chance
For that song in my ears
And everywhere else
Never drew tears
But bolded itself
It stood way up high
Embrazoned in gold
I started to cry
Belittled and cold
A poem about perpetual and inescapable mediocrity.
Middy
Jan 2018
An unbirthday!
364 of them!
Make them happy days!
Even if it’s not the best day
And your birthday seems so far
And it seems that it’s the best
To be honest I see why
But everyday can be good
Ok I’ll say upon experience
That some will make you scream
And you want to wake up
Thinking it’s all just a dream
Some will make you shout
And no one knows what it’s about
That some will make you cry
Feel like you want to die
Like a flower withering away
BUT COME ON WAKE UP
let the flower rise and grow!
Be a garden! Be you!
Be strong! Be happy
Love others but please oh please don’t forget yourself
Care for others and yourself
Keep on going no matter what!
Oh and one final thing
Happy birthday
Or unbirthday of course
love from Middy xoxo
364 of them!
Make them happy days!
Even if it’s not the best day
And your birthday seems so far
And it seems that it’s the best
To be honest I see why
But everyday can be good
Ok I’ll say upon experience
That some will make you scream
And you want to wake up
Thinking it’s all just a dream
Some will make you shout
And no one knows what it’s about
That some will make you cry
Feel like you want to die
Like a flower withering away
BUT COME ON WAKE UP
let the flower rise and grow!
Be a garden! Be you!
Be strong! Be happy
Love others but please oh please don’t forget yourself
Care for others and yourself
Keep on going no matter what!
Oh and one final thing
Happy birthday
Or unbirthday of course
love from Middy xoxo
Even if it’s not your birthday, Make your day special!