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Sep 2014 · 388
Smile by: Matthew Dwight
Sierra Wilmot Sep 2014
Smile

Standing here by your side,
Hands in pockets,
As I silently cry,
Try not to breath
Try not to scream

Everyone’s dressed in black and white,
And all of these feelings are so hard fight,
Heads bowed down in silence and prayer
And I stand alone silent and scared

Trying not to breath
Trying not scream
Trying to be strong without you
I can’t be strong

And I’m scared and alone
I want to go home
To the comfort of your eyes
To your sweet lullabies

And I’m scared and alone
Why wont you come back home
I miss your caring eyes
And your sweet lullabies

I stand here and pray
That I might wake
From this horrible day
That I might see you once more
Instead of alone and crying on the floor

And I’m scared and alone
I want to go home
To the comfort of your eyes
To your sweet lullabies

And I’m scared and alone
Why wont you come back home
I miss your caring eyes
As I lay by your side
And I fall asleep to your sweet lullabies

-Matthew Dwight
(Written for his Papa)
Apr 2014 · 645
Untitled
Sierra Wilmot Apr 2014
Raised in a world
where we're always fighting to be better,
who's the better person
who's the go getter.
who makes the team
and who gets in
who's the most driven
and who continues to sin.
who's confused
who's got a good head
who needs to grow up
and who is a better example
based on the life they have led.
Are you a republican or democrat
a bigote or a brain
gay or straight
medicated or sane
An athlete or achiever
failure or believer
I was raised in a world
where opinions
have become our bones
rights and reason
based on our time zones
Material object obsessed
the bigger picture we miss
we are driven for success
whatever that really is.
Nov 2013 · 471
At home
Sierra Wilmot Nov 2013
From the mountains
she got her name,
from their life
her soul it came.

She encountered the power
between a mountain and a board
and forever was changed
by this sport she soon adored

When her heart and her head
work as one,
and the sound of snow
carving fill her ears each run.

She feels the beat of her heart
purposeful and
comfortable,
under her coat
away through the day
she seems to float.

Cold, but all together burning
with the passion and emotion
flowing and returning

Feet dangling
body covered from head to toe
anticipating the *****
as she glides
across powder and snow

She knows,
her heart
full to the brim,
her bodies movements
stretching her muscles,
in a high, she swims.

Sight transformed
a new beauty perceived,
as snowflakes fall
and disappear into a white sea.

Chill on her skin
nothing but a grin
curving and drawing lines
from where she's been.
heart open,
soul at home,
the mountain alone
is a place
where her peace
is known.
Nov 2013 · 1.4k
Talking with an Alien
Sierra Wilmot Nov 2013
I gazed up
as I heard a loud roar,
saw a light shining through two
sliding doors.

Hovering above me
was a spaceship in flight
Is this real?
Is this real life?

I started to feel
my feet leave the ground,
stunned and confused
I fought the urge to
look down.

No one near
no one to hear me scream,
I let the force pull me through
this bright shining beam.

As I ascended into a large metal
room
danger, I didn't assume

There was a man
or at least that's what appeared
that's the costume
I suppose he volunteered

A chair rose below me,
and scooped me in
quickly I felt my
thoughts and feelings begin
to spin.

The alien too
now sat in a chair
and he put his hands in his lap
as if to say a prayer

Graciously he opened reassuring my thoughts
and slowly my stomach was empty of knots



I felt at peace
this ship it was kind
I felt my mind
begin to unwind

A conversation he said
thats all I seek
your planet to us,
it seems so unique
we are already
thrown by your fascinating physique

Traveling is where we've been
all of the galaxy
we have been within.

We need a place
to stop and rest
can you tell us why Earth
is the best.

Wondering why me?
Sitting here without a clue
I began to give him Earth's debut.

You see I come from a place
full of life,
oceans, mountains, rivers and love
but not all days
have all of the above
I mean sort of
it depends on who you are
nature is there
and happiness lives
but it matters on your perspective
and how you give.
Earth is selfish
and Earth is kind
but the majority are concerned with
what they can call “mine.”

We have the resources for growth
and knowledge
I myself am in college
but these resources
you must first
acknowledge
and then
work to shape
in your mind
deep in
your heart
from the inside
the peace Earth has
in you resides
but most people are stuck on the outside

This place can bring you joy
but like a storm
can destroy

we cherish
family, friends
and laughter
we dream of getting
our happily ever after
only to fight over where we will go
like “here after.”
We argue over religion, origin, and creator
over which team, athlete or place
is greater

We have war
disease
killing and hate
pain in the world
that not even the best medicine can sedate.

But deep down
we are all wired by love
so underneath all the mess
is something to be proud of
something you will be happy to meet
a feeling that will make you feel
complete.
Earth is love
full of compassion
truth and fun
you just have to be a visitor
that can see the beauty
under the sun.

He gazed at me
and reached out his hand
shaking mine
he said, I understand.
You,  come from a wonderful
land.
That my planet
was a place he'd like to see
from oceans to mountains
and the space in-between.

He said in his travels
he'd learned a great deal
but most important
is to find your own
truth that is real.

We can't listen
to others and soak in what they say
changing and making you different
by day.

We can learn
we can grow
guidance by others won't be a foe

Optimism is key
acceptance,
awareness
and the ability to be...
free.
To let your soul soar
through every feeling
thought and more.
Open every door
live this life
and seek to be better
be the best you
and then Earth to
will be better.

Love, love, love just like you say,
everyday, close up and far away.

Like words carved in stone
I tattooed his words in my brain
in my head they are stained
to remain
for the rest of my days.

Reading my mind
he smiled and said,
it was so nice to speak with you
my name is Ted.
Sierra, I smiled
as my chair slowly sunk
and I rose to my feet.
The door slid open and my heart
skipped a beat
he waved as I descended and I knowingly smiled
said he'd come find me one day
after he explored for a while.
I agreed and wished him the best
and before I knew it
my stomachs plummet was the test
as I started down
feeling the gravity
draw me to the ground.

I looked up as the ship
blitzed away
off into the galaxy
far far away
I looked around and walked back towards
my car
shaking my head
gazing out far.

Was that real
I feel so....
so enriched
like me and a movies
plots where just switched

I knew in that moment
after my decent
100 percent
that the content
that I learned
would forever stay with me, push me to yearn.
That I would share these teachings
for everyone to learn.
In each and every way
and to always
walk in love
every day.

-Sierra Wilmot
Oct 2013 · 1.1k
Truth Game
Sierra Wilmot Oct 2013
What is the definition
of a person
doing it right,
Is it easy to know
or easy to sight.

Do they understand simply
that to be right
is your own game,
you are the king
there is no one to blame.

Do they think in a way
thats peaceful towards all,
or struggle still
and hit their own walls.

Do they fight like me
with these demons raging,
holding my principles
blaming and caging.

Assumptions of innocence,
naïve they say,
but really it's just the same battle
in my mind everyday.

Who do you want to be
where is your truth,
is there a reason you hold back
am I stuck in my youth.

I see and I know
I understand and I feel
but what's right and wrong
what truth is real?

Lustful hands
bent knees and toes,
pushing and grinding
to places I don't know.

The thoughts say stop
but why? I can't explain,
the force to be in the right
holding me at a stalemate game.

Touching and kissing
heat rising,
I'm smiling.
The battle quieted
by tongues
and their styling.

Exploring,
feeling
open but restrained,
maybe when it's right
my heart wont be tamed.

— The End —