Bree - Hello Poetry

Bree 6d

It’s not true, you know
The things you say to me
I didn’t do that
That wasn’t what I meant
I am not that
You are wrong.

But I can’t tell you that.
I can’t open my mouth,
Or I’m being “disrespectful”
Can’t show emotion
Or I’m looking at you “wrong”
Can’t set boundaries
Or I “don't care”
Can’t fight back
Or I’m “mean”
Can’t stand up for myself
Or I’m acting “hateful”
Can’t be angry at you
Or I’m just “angry at the world”
I can’t speak up
Because then I’m “talking back”

Stop it,
Just let me talk.

Some (not all) parents teach their kids that talking up is talking back. And of course there is a difference, and some things are actually talking back.
But on the other hand, there are a lot of things that aren't actually talking back. Like speaking up for yourself, or not just taking everything quietly.
Sometimes parents think they are helping their child by "disciplining" them, but in reality they are just silencing them.
Parents can yell and scream at a child and that's perfectly fine, that's "parenting"
And yet, if kids were to yell back or challenge it, it's "disrespectful"?
"Mean"?
Because "they're your parents", right?
And kids can't be "mean" to parents even if parents are mean to them, correct?

I don't get it, I just feel muted.

#teenageyouth

Bree 6d

Her Hidden Guardian

Solitude is where she lived.
Privacy is where she hid.
She always thought she was alone,
But was never truly on her own.
You see, it lived right by her side,
Promised to be there until she died.
She was lost, within her head.
Although so close, she wasn’t dead.
She thought she only needed love,
Or help from someone way above.
But what she required was herself,
And to work solely on her health.
To find her, and do it first.
With no one there to tell her that,
It screamed to her, and doused her thirst.
It took the stand, brought her home
It cried her name, it called her bluff
Saw her pain, declared enough
Knew her heart, and how she’d lack
The silence woke her, it brought her back

Wrote a poem using the phrase “the silence woke her” as a prompt.

Bree Nov 13

I’m dead, right?

I lie here, I listen
Watch as your tears fall
Your whispers and wails
Still, I hear them all
A piece of me yearns
To rise just once more
My hearts seared with burns
My body’s at war
‘Once more’, screams my heart
‘What for’, yells my brain
I can’t tell them apart
Don’t know how to explain
I’m dead now, I'm gone
Please let me move on

My prompt was to write a poem starting with the words “I’ve been dead only an hour.”

Bree Nov 12

This Side Of My Skin

Sometimes I forget what I look like,
My face, my eyes, my nose.
I forget that I have a body,
Hidden beneath my baggy clothes.
I exist so peacefully,
When I don’t think about myself.
So I shun my own reflection,
And hang it high up on my shelf.

Don’t you tell me that I’m pretty.
Don’t look me in the eyes.
Nor glance at me too closely,
Or you’ll see past my disguise.
I’d exist ever so peacefully,
If I didn’t have a face.
Wish I could have my mind without this body,
It’s a massive waste of space.

Based it off the prompt: "Write a poem titled 'This side of my skin'"
What do you think?

#selfconscious #insecure #life

Bree Nov 8

I’ve been dead only an hour

I’ve been dead only an hour
And yet my body feels so cold
My soul has left this world so sour
With no one’s hand for me to hold

I’ve been dead for just one day,
Yesterday my world fell flat.
Honestly, I died a year beforehand,
But now you’ll never know that.

I think I died the day you left
And in the time that followed so
Back in March, the month of luck
I think I died a year ago

And here I stay, resting at last
Finally, I’m free to roam
My heart is stone, my eyes are glass
Truly now just skin and bone

The prompt for this poem was to "write a poem starting with the words 'I’ve been dead only an hour.'”

#friendship #loss #life #death #depression

Bree Nov 8

Why do you never listen?

My world is ablaze
The sky is on fire
I scream for you now,
Please help me, it’s dire
Yet your answer is clear
With no other way
The ending is near
And I know what you’ll say
“Relax, my dear daughter,
for it’s only a phase”

I understand that some things in life are fleeting and will pass, but that doesn't mean they aren't real in the moment. This relates to struggles as well, no matter how long of a period of time they are going to be there for. I think sometimes people's struggles/problems are overlooked because of something as simple as their age. Hearing that something you are battling is "just a phase" doesn't make it easier, but actually just belittles a person and invalidates their emotions. So instead, we should start treating our youth as the humans beings that they are.

The prompt for this was "Write a poem using the phrase: 'The world is on fire'”

#adults #life #help #pain #family

Bree Nov 7

Necessity

useful, used
taken from until empty
not really wanted
just needed temporarily
until useless once again

I went through a period of time where I felt I was completely alone, even when surrounded by those I loved. I had a few friends who treated me like a burden or annoyance when I wasn't helping them in certain ways. Granted, they were going through some stuff at the time, but it still was hard to handle. So if you're going through something similar, just know you aren't alone and that it will get better. :)