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Sydney Gretha Nov 2018
Up there in your silver house
I could see St. Peter's foot peaking out of the sky
you were so high
Sydney Gretha Sep 2018
knock on wood every time
if you forget, you'll make them die
say a prayer every night
when you don't, heaven dims its light

dont you dare break the cycle
even if the compulsions feel idle

even if it feels like a chore
dont you dare step on the cracks of the floor
Sydney Gretha Sep 2018
my entire life i've run away from my mind
fearing it's demise could come at any time

as a little girl id kick and scream
trying to run away from my daydreams
every thought i had, bursting at the seams
as i lay in bed ; sleeplessly

but now a funny thing
i find myself embracing how i think

perhaps thats a good thing
maybe, im just deranged
but for once in my life, maybe both are the same thing
Sydney Gretha Sep 2018
feels as though im pretentious
twisting words into rhymes, trying to appease your senses

feels as though im trying too hard ; to make words pretty
when in reality, my darkest thoughts are in the
p o e t r y
Sydney Gretha Jun 2018
Am
 I
   the  
    a b u s e r
     playing
  the
        role    
     of  
    the
        a c c u s e r?

                                                              A­m  I
                                                                ­  the m o n s t e r
                                                               I tell them
                                                               t­o c o n q u e r

or is that what they
want me to believe?

                                                     in order for them
                                            to avoid looking at themselves
                                                   they'd rather make
                                                        me hate myself

perhaps,
it's a bit of both
perhaps,
we are both in dire need of growth
Sydney Gretha Jun 2018
I am not a rock, I am not a flower
I am consumed my kindness, even at my darkest hour
I am not one dimensional and my thoughts are non conventional
I am neither a hero or a saint, but please still deem be acceptable

Because                               
                        ­                     I am human
                     
Let us find beauty in times of evil
Let us find love in moments of hate
Let us love each other though we are different
But let us not separate

Because
                                           I am Human

                                           & so are you
Sydney Gretha Jun 2018
I was addicted to you ;
breathed you in like pollen from the sweetest flower
I grew tiered of you ;
spit you out when you tasted sour
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