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Jul 2018 · 396
Kisses
Lucy Mohr Jul 2018
Kisses for the Good Girl.
Kisses for a sleepy Baby.
Kisses for a scared Kitten.
Kisses for a good Girl.
Daddy loves you, don't forget that, okay baby girl?
Yes daddy... I wont forget.
To the best Daddy in the world, DreamMare
Jul 2018 · 1.6k
Nightmares
Lucy Mohr Jul 2018
I'm running, from what I do not know.
It's dark, and everything seems to jump out at me.
"Make it stop!" I scream as I jump awake.
You wake up and hold me gently,
rubbing my back, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
I hold onto your shirt, clinging to the first real thing.
Your low rumble of a laugh wraps around me,
sealing me in its warmth, like a giant blanket.
You trace my jaw with your finger, lifting my head to look up.
"I will always be right here... I promise..." You say.
I bury myself in your chest as you turn out the lamp and hold me,
You hum some song that I don't remember as you hold me,
trying to get me to sleep.
"Tomorrow, it'll be okay, my love." you hum as my eyelids close
to DreamMare
Jul 2018 · 396
Little Girl
Lucy Mohr Jul 2018
I hold one of your fingers, like if I let go, I wont have you.
You laugh and smile down at me, your Little Girl.
Nothing has mattered more to you, than being your Little Girl's protector, hero, everything.


I cuddle under your chin, your strong hands on my back.
the smell of your cologne is refreshing, like chocolate and lavender.
People look at me weird when i'm being your Little Girl, but I don't care.
I will be your Little Girl until the end of time...
your warm breath on my hair keeps me calm, comforts me when I have nightmares, and lets me know that you will always be there.
your laugh makes me happy,
your cuddles are the best.
no one can take away my Daddy.
to DreamMare
Jun 2018 · 259
Apology
Lucy Mohr Jun 2018
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry i wasn't active.
I'm sorry for all the wrong i did.
I'm sorry for not being there for some people.
I'm sorry that I put myself before my fans, my poetry, and my friends.

I'm sorry
May 2018 · 211
Eyes Wide Open
Lucy Mohr May 2018
You walk through life, thinking, wondering.
you always look down, afraid of spoiling the end.
you never look up to see anything, but your feet shuffling along.
nothing can shake the feeling you get when you look p to see another human.
you feel ach, and nervous, and sad all at the same time.
you cant help it, it wont go away



it never left
May 2018 · 225
Writing
Lucy Mohr May 2018
Ever know what ripping your cage apart feels like?
The blood flowing onto the page,
The crimson ink turning into words you never knew?

Sure the pain is terrible,
but in the end,
you help someone,
you get famous,
you find love,
you get it all.

The pain goes away, eventually.
the scar heals slow.
the words last forever
May 2018 · 236
Czuć się lepiej
Lucy Mohr May 2018
Nie wiem, jak się lepiej czuć
kiedy wszystko co mam ochotę to gówno

(Translation)
Title: Feel Better
Poem: I don't know how to feel better
if all i want is ****
This poem is written in Polish, the language of most of my ancestors. I don't speak it, i was just trying to be creative
May 2018 · 833
Addicted
Lucy Mohr May 2018
I used to be alone.
I used to watch people.
I wanted someone.
But I hated people.

Then I met you.
I had been alone for so long.
I knew you too.
Everyone said it was wrong.

I've become addicted.
You are the drug I can't live without.
I'm addicted.
You are the thing I can't lend out.
To: you guessed it, Spencer
May 2018 · 210
In Too Deep
Lucy Mohr May 2018
You think its gonna be a friendship.
You tell yourself, "No, hes not like that..."
its one drink after another....
next thing you know, hes got you right where he wants you.
he's got you panting his name among other things...

Then your his wifey... his boo... his shorty....

you do everything for him.
you clean the house, you dress up nice, you give him pleasure.
he's out late, comes home drunk and high.
Momma told you that he was bad news.
Dad wont even talk to you.

you act concerned, but your in too deep, you love the *******.
then it hits you when he hits you.
you say hes just mad, he'll calm down in an hour.
Yeah, an hour turns to a day, then a week, then a month, then a year. it never ends, the river of tears.

You are scared to leave him, but youre scared to love him too.

maybe you should have turned down that drink.....
Living like this is no excuse. Just because he says he loves you doesn't mean he actually does. Leave while there is still time.
May 2018 · 205
Heaven and Hell
Lucy Mohr May 2018
the hardest thing to do right now, is choose.
May 2018 · 232
Monsters
Lucy Mohr May 2018
"Don't worry about the monsters under your bed, honey...
Worry about the monsters inside your head..."
Apr 2018 · 249
Cravings
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
Chocolate and beer.
anger and fear.
your hands on my body.
hard and softly.

cigarettes and love.
the lion and the dove.
***** and drugs.
the same old plugs.

**** these cravings.
**** these
****.

God help me...
I'm not me.
i can't control myself.
Apr 2018 · 231
Dear Brother,
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
Thanks for teaching me so many things about life.
You remind me that I am not worth sacrificing.
I am too unique to die.
I am worth it all.
you let me be weird.
You taught me to "work smarter not harder."
you judge the hell out of my welds, but hey, you are better at it.
you have the best hugs, and your laugh is infectious.
you are the best big brother this little sister could ever as for.
I am **** lucky to have you in my life,
and I don't want it to end.
to my big brother joey
Apr 2018 · 456
Country Music
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
The fire in my belly
the boots on a dancefloor
the felt hat i wear.

Texas is my home
no one can take it away
lone star state of mind

Allan, Waylon, George.
my idols growing up.
Texas is home

frio river, gulf coast
fishing in summer
barbequing in spring.

my home sweet home
is the country music
in the truck

my home away from home
is in the shop
with my brother and a welder
i was listening to Allan Jackson and i thought about this
Apr 2018 · 211
medicine
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
you are the only
medicine in the cabinet that
seems to work on me

Your kisses are my
Benadryl, your hugs are my
Tylenol and I feel better.

you make me feel better everyday.
I currently am suffering with allergies, and i got the idea for this poem because i am taking so much medication to help this out of my system. I said to my boyfriend htat he was my medicine and now it turned into this...
Apr 2018 · 228
drunk on your words
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
the sweet somethings in
my ear remind me of
a simpler time.
gone is the pain of rejection.
heartbreak is a foreign concept
when i'm with you.

your words are the
liquor i can't consume.
they make me drunk after
a few rounds.

my life has become
better since the day
i met you.

the first time
i realized that
i loved you
was when we
where younger.
i had my first
panic attack by
your side.
you hugged me
and told me
everything was going
to be okay.

i never stopped loving
you from that point on.
to Spencer, my wonderful boyfriend
Apr 2018 · 162
I Am Not Alone
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
I never was alone.
I had a family.
one that cares,
unlike my blood family.

"So what if she wants to **** herself...
she wont do it..."

"all she wants is attention..."

"She will loose her friends faster than lightning..."

HOW ABOUT YOU ******* REALIZE THAT THE ONLY REASON I AM ALIVE IS BECAUSE OF MY FAMILY AT SCHOOL?

OPEN YOUR **** EYES TO SEE ME!

thats all i ask.... and its too hard for you
Apr 2018 · 198
Don't Forget
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
Do not forget the
pain of yesterday, for it
made you who you are.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's okay, I'll just
lay here, amidst the forgotten,
thinking of simpler times.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~'
Do not cry for me,
I am not worth the tears that fall
from your freckled cheeks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I felt like i could write a few haiku's because my friend Alba Mcvicar writes them so well, so i gave it a try
Apr 2018 · 257
Home
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
Where I walk in the front door and see you,
sleeping on the couch,
I smile, kissing your hair lightly.
You smile, welcoming me home.

Work was crazy,
But coming home to you
makes up for it all.

I know now, i am home.
Apr 2018 · 160
Problems
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
noun

The matter in which my mind is screaming for help, but no one comes

All i ask is to help me...

why wont you help me?

why?
Apr 2018 · 301
Bloody Mary
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
Mirror, Mirror on
the stained walls
who is the scariest of them all?

Mirror , Mirror upon
the studs,
why am i who i am?

****** Mary, ****** Mary, ****** Mary,
will you listen to me?
no one else has....

the mirror quit answering,
you are the closest thing i have to a friend
Apr 2018 · 245
Come, Hide With Me
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
come hide with me now.
under the blankets (no one
will look for us tonight)

We can hide, and no one will find us
we will be free,
we will worry no more...
for my good friend Alba (she wrote the first three lines)
Apr 2018 · 194
More Than A Feeling
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
It's hard to explain, the thought, the bad things.
They don't cross my mind, they flop down and make themselves at home.
It's not the simple fact of the matter.
Mom thinks I'm moody.
Dad thinks it's "teen angst". Whatever the **** that is.
My sister can't stand it...

HOW ABOUT YOU OPEN YOUR ******* EYES FOR ONCE?

HOW ABOUT YOU CRAWL INTO MY SKIN?

HOW ABOUT YOU THINK ABOUT ME FOR ONCE?

I'M FALLING APART IN FRONT OF YOU...

AND YOU DONT CARE...

DO YOU?
Apr 2018 · 194
Time Marches On
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
It's easier said than done.
Writing takes time, and sometimes, it just passes me by.
time marches on whether i want it to or not.
The poetry and stories are everything to me
Apr 2018 · 249
I Used To Say
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
I used to say i wasn't good enough...
I used to think i couldn't do it...
I used to act like i was nothing...

until i met him...

now i say i am good enough...for him
now i think i can do it...for him
now i act like i am something... the love of his life

I met him... and everything changed...
Apr 2018 · 318
Sometimes....
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
It's easier to hide...
It's easier to lay awake at night...
It's the thing that could **** me,
but i keep going cause it makes me high...
There once was a time
when a razor blade was my only friend...
there once was a time
where i would watch my blood,
afraid of nothing.... feeling nothing...


i was nothing


But then I met him.... and her.... and my brother....
They showed me that i don't need to slice into my own skin and watch my blood flow to be happy. They pressed my wounds, stopped the bleeding, stopped the tears, stopped the ugly thought, the bad things, before they consumed me again.

He kisses my scars.... saying that they where beautiful, like me...
She reminds me it's not the end of the world... because it isn't
my brother has my back, no matter what..... he kept me alive for years

i


am


not


alone


...
i was cleaning my desk up when i found a razor blade. It ******* wrecked me because i remembered when that used to be my only friend. I would get drunk on my own blood, and not see my world spinning faster and faster... until i couldn't handle it anymore...
Apr 2018 · 240
Love and Lust
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
Love is wearing his shirt around the house because it's the only comfortable thing.
Love is replacing your last name with his because it sounds wayyyy better.
Love is trying desperately to get his name out of your head so you can concentrate.
Love is quitting a 20 year drinking problem because you have a baby on the way.
Love is wanting to **** him every **** day, but then he makes you smile when you are crying.
Love is watching his play with his niece and trying not to cry at how adorable it is.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
­Lust is yearning for her sweet kiss.
Lust is trying not to think of all the things you want to do to her.
Lust is biting your lip when she walks toward you.
Lust is thinking about her body....
Lust is loving her despite all her flaws.
Lust is the sensation that drives you mad at times....

Love and lust are two polar opposites, but they attract like the strongest magnet....
dedicated for my boyfriend.....
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
The darkness closes in.
You feel as if you will never win.
Your soul is lost
Somewhere in the frost
Of perpetual winter.

The horror creeps in,
the dread sinks in...
"You'll never be normal...."

The art starts taking form,
everything you where afraid of takes form,
the pain, the loneliness, the loss of who you where.

What once made people smile,
makes then cry over you.
"What happened to my daughter?"
"I miss her..."

You watch from above,
seeing all the pain you left behind.




"I wish I could take it all back..... I'm sorry......."
Battles are not fought outside, but inside. Once you leave, there is no going back....
Apr 2018 · 180
Rock Star
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
The crowd screams,
the lights blare,
the guitar whines.

The drugs kick in,
the *** feels too good,
the music soaring.

the high crashes,
i burn,
but that's the life
of a rock star
Rock Genre: consists mostly of ***, drugs, and rock n' roll
Mar 2018 · 195
Thank You For The Pain
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
for had it not come,
i would never have found
my will to live.

Thank you for the voices,
for had they not spoken up,
i would never have found
my poems.

Thank you for the tears,
for had they not fallen,
i would not have looked up to see
the beautiful world before me.

Lastly, thank you for the scars,
for had i not made them,
i would not have the tattoos
for wars fought and won.

Thank you.... for it all.
Pain was a blessing in disguise. I only saw it as my mortal enemy, my nemesis, the villain to my hero, my peanut allergy to peanut butter (I love peanut butter and i don't have an allergy thank god, but still.) Had i not felt the pain, i would not have had the will to stand and fight.
Mar 2018 · 194
I Made a Friend
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
I made a friend,
He's just like me.
We feel alone at times,
But we aren't alone.
He's a big fan of my work,
Actually, the only big fan.
He is really supportive,
And He understands.
Here's to my first big fan, DreamMare
Mar 2018 · 350
The Greatest War
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
The greatest war is not fought
on muddy, barren fields.
The greatest war is not fought
behind the meager drywall.
The greatest war is not won
with bloodshed of thousands.
The greatest war if fought
behind my forehead,
in my brain,
with bloodshed of a single person.
This has a very big trigger warning. I used to self harm, but thankfully i have quit. I do not recognize this as a way to cope. there are better ways to seek help.
Mar 2018 · 468
Canary
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
There is
              a little bird
                                 that sings
              until a storm
approaches.
              when danger is near
                                                  it screams a warning call
               I lost the little bird.
i never know when
              the storm is coming
I don't know why i wrote this, but i just thought of the little yellow bird with the beautiful voice
Mar 2018 · 162
The Little Things
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
The knock on the door might as well be a battering ram.
The gentle breeze outside is a tornado.
The voice inside my head might as well be the only thing i have to honesty
Mar 2018 · 151
Little Soldier
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
Dear Mom,

I've gotten used to the boots, the heavy bags, the rapid gunfire, the swearing, the strenuous workouts, but I love it. Here, I belong. This is what I was born to do. I was born to protect the innocent, keep our freedom, and sacrifice myself for the greater good. I'm the Marine I was born to be. Tell my wife I love her, and our baby too. I don't know when I'm coming home, but I'll be okay, knowing you guys have one.

                                                                                        Love,
                                                                                   Spencer

Dear Dad,

The Marines has changed me. I'm not the angry kid I used to be. I've gotten used to the boots, the armor, the swearing, the yelling, and I love it. I miss Lucy like crazy, and I miss our baby too. I don't know when I'm coming home, but I'll be okay, knowing she and the baby are safe. tell her I love her, and Tell Mom I love her too. I miss home.
                                                                              Love, Spencer
I don't know why I wrote this. I think It's more along the lines that every soldier that leaves may not come back. My boyfriend wants to go to the Marines, and I support him 100%, it's just that I'm scared he will never be the same.
Mar 2018 · 201
Author In The Making
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
Hey guys, sorry this isn't a poem again, but I'm writing a book To find out more information on it, message me and I will give a brief rundown of the book. If you have editors/publishers/artists you may know, please lend me their contact info so I may contact them when I am done writing

PS: The title of the book is The Fallout
Mar 2018 · 219
Pain
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
Sometimes pain is the only thing I feel.
But then again, pain is the most blissful feeling in the world
*all i want is to sleep*
Mar 2018 · 344
I Need To Talk
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
(Sorry, this wont be a poem.)
Many of the users of this page do not know me, so I might as well introduce myself.
Hey, My name is Lucy. I'm 16, about to be 17 in a week, and I love to write poetry. I'm a junior in high school, i love to weld, an I have an amazing boyfriend.

(Here comes the personal ****.)
I suffer from anxiety, and depression. Every great once in a while, I fall into these pits of anger, sadness, anxiety, you name it.  My boyfriend has been amazing and helps me through these pits. My brother is always there when I need that warm embrace. My best friend has been helping me through these pits and is trying to help me look at the bright side.

If anyone knows a way to help with these kinds of pits, please comment below or message me. I'm in need of some serious help.

i need to talk.
Mar 2018 · 316
The One Thing That Matters
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
It's not how he feels,
or how they feel,
or how it makes the world feel.

The one thing that matters... is you.
Mar 2018 · 224
His Love
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
He loves me
He loves me more
He loves me most

I love him
I love him more
I love him most
(No Way)
literally my boyfriend in the ()'s
Mar 2018 · 188
My Poems
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
Some of my poems are happy, but those are easy to write.
The poems that mean the most are the ones i put my tears and blood into.
Lucy Mohr Feb 2018
You can do this. (Do you even understand?)

The fight is half over. (No. it's just begun...)

Don't stop believing. (can't stop if you never started...)

It can't be that bad... (Oh... It's much worse...)

What's wrong? (What isn't?)

It'll be okay... (No... It will never be okay.)

(No I'm not fine... No I don't want to talk about it... No I don't need a hug... I just want you to leave me the **** alone...)
"Sometimes to stay alive you gotta **** your mind..."
-Tyler Joseph
*A conversation between you...and your mind...*
Feb 2018 · 214
She Was Like Fire
Lucy Mohr Feb 2018
She consumed everything in her path,
leaving nothing but charcoal in her wake.
Hey laugh was like lightning, quick yet beautiful.
Her touch was electric, She shocked any man she touched.
Her body was a wildfire, out of control.

I know... because she is me.
Feb 2018 · 950
Every Time I Think I'm Done
Lucy Mohr Feb 2018
I'm not.
I think the world is against me.
I think I will never amount to anything.
I think I can't do anything right.
I think it will be okay.
But it never is.
It will never be okay, not in a million years.
It will never be fine, like I tell my mom everyday.
It will always be a ******* **** show of my life.
The scariest part is, I can't remember how I felt before.
I can't remember the happiness, or the joy.
All I can remember is the sadness, the anger'
The pain, the ripping in my chest.
Every time I think I'm done.....
Feb 2018 · 330
Strong As Steel
Lucy Mohr Feb 2018
She is the toughest girl I know.
She doesn't let anyone tell her what to do.
She doesn't tell anyone they cannot do it.
She holds her beautiful head up and faces her problems head on.
She has a best friend that does everything and anything for her.
She is the most beautiful, complicated mess I have ever seen.

I know... because she is my best friend Zarina
I Love You Girl!!!!!!!
Feb 2018 · 344
When You Feel Like Crying
Lucy Mohr Feb 2018
When the pressure becomes too tough...
When the nights grow colder...
When all else fails...
When you feel like crying...
When you think its all for naught...
When you think its over...
When the fight is out...
When you feel like quitting... Don't.
When the weight of the world is pressing down on you, get up and rock the world.
Feb 2018 · 563
Tough
Lucy Mohr Feb 2018
She's strong for getting out of bed when she feels like hell.
She's strong for doing everything that scares her half to death.
She is a warrior for bursting past the barriers set by society.
She is the best **** thing any guy could ever ask for.
She is lucky to have parents that care about her,
a boy who loves her,
a sister who does anything and everything for her,
a group of best friends that stand up for her in the face of danger,
a brother that will tear apart anyone who dares to hurt his baby sister,
and a powerful and beautiful mind that creates poems and stories effortlessly.

She's the toughest **** girl I know.

I know... because she is me.
She is the most beautiful, complicated mess I have ever seen. And I know, because she is me.
Feb 2018 · 406
Lump Of Coal
Lucy Mohr Feb 2018
That's how I feel.
Not once do I feel as good as I should be.
I'm as useless as dead leaves in the spring.
New leaves make people excited because they bring shade.
All I'm good for is starting a fire that could **** a person.
Fire is bad, just like me.
I'm bad for the people around me, I'm bad to the people I love.
I'm just a bad person.
Sure I may seem successful, but I don't do anything.
I'm as useless as a wet lump of coal.
Feb 2018 · 471
My Poems
Lucy Mohr Feb 2018
My poems are the black roses on the grave of the girl I used to be.
They came from the girl I am now.
Each rose has the title of each poem I have ever wrote written in gold.
"I" (meaning the girl I am now) stand in the rain, looking at the headstone, reading the words numbly.
No one can see me. I'm an angel.
I tell myself, "It will be okay," over and over again.
It's useless.
It will never be okay.
The part that scares me the most isn't moving on, but becoming numb to all the things I once loved
Feb 2018 · 158
The Part That Scares me
Lucy Mohr Feb 2018
The
Part
That
Scares
Me
The
Most
Isn't
Moving
On,
But
Becoming
Numb
To
All
Of
The
Things
I
Once
Loved
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