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Saint Audrey Nov 2017
Investment
Proper planning less demanding
Blowing out like a candle
Burnt through and drowning
In my own wax

Stay classy world, its going to be a long one

Stay active always until it starts to bite
At the space behind your eyes
As you lie to yourself that you still have health left
If integrity isn't what you're interested in

In the end its fun enough to bloat
Forgetting your true status because
Despite your best intentions you choose to forget
The drugs only get you so far
And you speed up the natural ending

So many enemies to create for the **** of it
So many amazing new creations to unlock like
A mason, stare into the stone and wonder why
It comes up looking like you put
So little heart into the thing you've just bled dry for

Like, why do we lie about the things we have and have not
Like dropping yet another line lower is something
To be proud of
And picking up something else someone else cant
Is tantamount to an accomplishment

I was never good at improv
And life isn't that funny anyway
To make a joke out of it is intrinsic to staying alive
But finding time to praise the idols of false self made
Mannequins

Too many humans lost themselves and punk rock is dead
So time to end it
Wren Myers Jan 2018
SAYING WORDS JUST FOR FUN

ISN’T VERY SMART

SAVE YOUR WORDS FOR GOOD

AND SPEAK FROM YOUR HEART


DON’T SPEAK WHATEVER YOU THINK

FOR YOU THINK FASTER THAN YOU TALK

AND FEELINGS ARE HURT IN A BLINK

BECAUSE YOU SAID WHAT YOU THOUGHT


SOMETIMES HONESTY IS A GOOD THING

DON’T THINK YOU SHOULD EVER LIE.

BUT NOT BEING SO OUTSPOKEN

IS SOMETIMES WHAT IS RIGHT.


BUT I’M DONE TALKING NOW

I NEED TO SAY NO MORE

I WILL TAKE MY FINAL BOW

AND WALK AWAY SAYING NO MORE
Im back!!!
Wren Myers Aug 2017
Why do we cry? So others will see it.
And then they'll come help us out.

Why do we sing? So others will enjoy it.
To inspire. To help those who doubt.

Why do we die? Because Adam made sin
come in in this world and be mean.

Why are we here? God loves us.
There's a purpose under the screen.
I often wonder this. Then I think of the plan god has. It's amazing. He's so creative. Bunches of love!! ❤️❤️
Wren Myers Aug 2017
You've frozen a solar eclipse in my heart.
I may never get through it.
I'm a target, now your throwing darts.
It hurts. You know it, but you still do it.
Love fades away, there's a look in your eye,
It told me your just playing around.
But I can see it, feel it, taste it,
Smell it like a hunting hound.
You leave, I'm here, frozen with gloom.
I thought that you really meant it.
When you said those words so beautifully,
It wasn't you who sent them.
So now I am bitter and harsh.
I go round like a little disc.
I stand here cold, dark, and sudden,
Frozen in a solar eclipse.
Fake. But meaningful. Beautiful. Happy eclipse day!! Bunches of love!! ❤️❤️
Wren Myers Aug 2017
Never say never unless your saying your never going to say it.

2. Dream bigger. Even if it doesn't come true, there was fun in dreaming it.

3. Why date when your not old enough to get married? Your heart is like a big tank. There are different compartments in that tank. One for friends, family, and the one you'll spend the rest of your life with. There is only so much love in that compartment. If you give a bunch of it away on boyfriends and girlfriends, there won't be much left on your one true love. Your husband or wife. Stay friends for a while. Then date. Then engagement. Then marriage. Then children. Then tell your children about this and so on. Etc. etc. blah blah blah.

4. Choose the right friends. They really do influence you. A lot. So be around those people you say " Oh!! I wish I could be like that!!" Because you will.

5. Don't be afraid. Be courageous. See Joshua 1:9 or 9:1. Trust in the LORD.
By me and my dad. Thanks a lot. Bunches of love!!❤️❤️
Wren Myers Aug 2017
"Nothing is impossible except the word itself. " - Wren Myers


"We are all the same in this way: We are all unique."  -unknown
(I think it's Mother Theresa)


"Life is like a taco. It's filled with lots of good stuff, but it could fall apart at any moment. So, savor each bite." -Anonymous


"If you want to be a astronaut, doctor, lawyer, and princess, look that up on the internet. It's a thing. You can be anything." - Barbie
Hope you like it. I'm making up for missed days. Bunches of love!!❤️❤️
Wren Myers Aug 2017
When you left, you didn't leave anything behind,
except some headphones and a note.
You forgot a sorry, or "I miss you" or even a heart, Just a "I have to go."
Not really. Just was pretty.
Wren Myers Aug 2017
The wind... so breezy and lovely and cool.
It is what defines summer.
It's what gives you a chill when your out of the pool.
And makes your hair crazy and you look like a fool,
And people think you can't getter dumber.

It's invisible, but you feel it clearly.
It smells like flowers in bloom.
It tastes like salad that dust from a fairy
swept over you like a broom.
I was out today and I started to notice the wind. You can't see it, but you know it's there. How? You feel it, taste it, and smell it. It was like a poem. Let the wind sweep you off your feet to greater places. Start to notice the beautiful things around you that your God created all on his own. Give him praise for those things. Block out all the bad in your life. Make this a daily habit. Take time out of your day. Your recess, drive home from work, your piano practicing, your life, etc. You'll start being a better person all together. Bunches off love!! ❤️❤️
Wren Myers Aug 2017
Life, we all have one, but no one is the same.
Sometimes it's great! But, sometimes it's lame.
It's a rollercoaster. And there are many different points.
It's a body. With scratches, bones, and joints.
It feels like coffee. All warm and bold.
But sometimes it's bitter. And it can be served cold.
No matter what happens. No matter how it ends.
We always have family. We will have true friends.
My first poem!! Dedicated to @ZoeGreen.
Sha Aug 2017
I allowed thorns to grow and replace my ribcage.
And I wondered why my lungs suffocated
and my heart scarred too much.

Worries are thistles masked as daisies.
I thought I grew a garden
when I built a prison.

It broke my collar bone
and my body can't move,
So I decided to escape.

With spikes hugging my inner being,
I ran to my lover
and he set me free.
Now flowers are growing inside me.
Hope makes the flowers grow
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