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Bree Oct 3
It's like a spineless monster
As it claws right up my throat
First it takes my voice away
And next I start to choke

It digs it's nails right into me
And grips me much too tight
Holding me in place
As I will myself to fight

It sits right on my chest
So I can't make a sound
And my hands start to sweat
As my heart begins to pound

It takes complete control of me
Never letting go
So If I were to need your help
It'd never let you know
229 · Oct 3
Art
Bree Oct 3
Art
A beautifully, intricate creation
Formed by a child's imagination
Capturing life through another's eyes
No room left for abnegation
The paintbrush bleeds as an artist cries
A clean canvas presents us with endless tries
Art is an unrestricted liberation
Accessible during both lows and highs
Acting as life's illustration
As our society's restriction dies
What do you think?
220 · Oct 3
In and out
Bree Oct 3
One second there
The next gone
One second grounded
The next floating freely
Reality and fantasy
Constantly switching
In and out
In and out
211 · Oct 3
Nature
Bree Oct 3
One again the world resets
The moon leaves, replaced with light
Taking with it yesterday's regrets
As the day seizes us with renewed might
Golden radiance shines through colorful leaves
While the smells of earth engulf me
My lungs are filled with morning's crisp breeze
As nature persists carelessly
Clouds dance across the midday sky
Countless shapes, colors, and size
Seamlessly the day moves by
And once more the moon will rise
As is the path that nature takes
And no matter what, the cycle never breaks
198 · Nov 7
Necessity
Bree Nov 7
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. :)
177 · Oct 10
Insomnia
Bree Oct 10
I’m scared that if I sleep too much
I won’t want to wake again.
Like my book will be finished
If for a second, I set down the pen

I’m tired, yet I don’t sleep
My eye lids like a weighted blanket
As I live life half awake
While dreaming of a casket

I’m scared of sleeping too much
Scared of losing time
Or of being awake for too long
And instead losing my mind

So, yes, I’m afraid of sleep
Of what affect it would make
Afraid I’ll lose the will to live
And lose my will to wake

But how do I differentiate  
Between too much and just enough
And how do I say I’m doing fine
Without ending in a bluff

I have so little fight left in me
And so, I’m terrified
That if I’m offered a safe place
I’ll never cease to hide
119 · Oct 8
Family
Bree Oct 8
There's this certain feeling
That only some can give
Hurting instead of healing
Leaving you to question how you live

Why am I always out of place
Always wrong, no matter how hard I try
The shame bright on my face
As I choke down the need to cry

Every argument drains me
Leaving their smiles smug
How I wish they'd hear my plea
Instead of brushing my pain under the rug

Why can't the see this calm is fake
How each insult hurts more and more
Why can't the give instead of take
Isn't that what family's for?
My family has never been very close, most conversations ending in an argument. Many thoughts and feelings have been left unsaid in fear that they would be judged or ignored. I'm not saying my family is bad, I love them dearly. This is just a way I have felt on many occasions, so I wanted to express it in some way. To let people who relate know that they aren't alone in this.
Bree Nov 7
Love alongside hate
Loss alongside gain
The words tragedies, the purest of miracles
The brave and the cowardly
The heart and the mind
One cannot exist without the other
Can’t have life without death
Nor death without life
As is the way of the universe
102 · Oct 3
Nervous habits
Bree Oct 3
I tear and rip at my lips, leaving them raw and bleeding
Looking bloodied and messy
No one wants to kiss a pair of lips that look like mine
I yank and tug at my nails, leaving them short and bleeding
Looking bloodied and messy
No one wants to hold a pair of hands that look like mine
I love and lose, a consistent cycle
My brains bounces back, my heart taking the fall, cracking a little more with each loss, leaving it broken and bleeding
Looking bloodied and messy
No one wants to love a heart that looks like mine
I pull and pick at all the seams throughout my body
I unravel myself and sew it back together again
I break and fix, a consistent cycle
But I take the toll, displayed by the scares throughout my body, leaving me broken and bleeding
Looking bloodied and messy
No one wants to love a person who looks like me
This could be triggering, so if it's not your *** of tea I apologize.
Bree Nov 8
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'”
Bree 3d
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 8
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.'”
60 · Jun 10
The strangers we are
Bree Jun 10
I don't think I realized at first
That this would be it
The last time that you and I
Would see each other, eye to eye

And maybe I'm wrong
And someday we'll be face to face
But it won't be the same
As it was that day

And I don't think I understood
That the last time we'd meet
We'll have walked past each other
Without even a greet

We were strangers again
I was air and you were glass
Like we knew that we were here
But we couldn't see past

This invisible wall
That was made from our pain
Which will never fall
And will always remain

So I'll forever remember
The blank look in your eyes
And your face and you walk
Like it didn't bug you, that we didn't talk

Two souls once connected
Now so very far
As we walked past each other
Like the strangers we are
What do you think?
Bree 1d
I used to thrive,
To laugh and love.
I’d wake up early,
With morning doves.

Everything matter, yet nothing ever did
I’d mess up, then laugh about it
Around you, all my worries hid
I was blissfully well-off

Now I survive
I smile and nod
Sleep as the sun rises
And wake feeling odd,

Nothing matters, yet everything now does
I mess up, then shut down
Without you, my worries always buzz
I’m consciously deprived

I no longer strive
My eyes now fixed low
Please world, forget me
Just let me go.
Wrote a poem with the title “world forget me” as a prompt.
50 · 1d
Let me talk
Bree 1d
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.
Bree 1d
Some say stars are ***** of rock
Specks of dust with lack of lore
Or holes, where light peeks in from heaven
But to me they are so much more

See, when I look up at the sky
I see each little burning ember
And late at night when I’m so alone
Their silent guidance gives me a home

Little rocks, so far away
Blocked by suffocating ceilings and walls
Disappearing with the horrors of day
Please say you’ll return when night next falls

You are my friends, you are my light
I look up to you in silence
I don’t shield my eyes, no matter how bright
For you are my everything

I speak and you listen
I yell and I shout
You stay here, never tiring
With you, I’m no cast out

So thank you, my friends
For hearing my cries
For being here each night
I love you guys.
I used the prompt "write a poem as if the stars are your only friends".
41 · Oct 10
Untitled
Bree Oct 10
I see that you’re struggling inside
That you’ve been swept under the tide
But don’t you dare look down
Or you might just drown
Knowing you never tried
try hope life ihatelife :)
38 · Nov 7
I loved you
Bree Nov 7
How is it fair?
                     Every time I see you, you look exactly the same
            Same long hair, curly and brown
   Same eyes as before, so bright and blue

   And I wonder to myself
            Do you recognize me, as I do you?
                     As we pass in the hall
                                Does your breath catch, or you heart stall

                        Because unlike you, I’ve changed
                            I cut my hair, and dyed it red
                                   Changed my clothes
                                    My eyes now dead.
31 · Oct 10
Read me
Bree Oct 10
Well hello
It’s nice to meet
Yes, you right there
Please take a seat

Now, I’ve heard things
And I don’t like what I hear
We have a few things to go over
So let me make myself clear

I know it’s hard
Believe me, I do
But I need you to listen
To just hear me through

So why don’t we start
With the scariest part
Because I hear those questions
That lie deep in your heart

Word is you’re done
That you’re letting go
You think no one loves you
It’s not true though

You are needed and loved
More than you can see
More than you’ll ever know
Even if you don’t agree

I see that you question
How much you are worth
But I need you to know
You’re more precious than Earth

Alright dear
Let’s skip the chit-chat
You do have a future
And I need you to know that

Be kind to yourself
Be your own lover
Live life to the fullest
There’s so much left to discover

Now I know that you’re trying
And that your fears are so loud
So, if no one’s told you today
Please know that I’m proud

I understand that you feel
Like you aren’t enough
But believe me you are
Hey, don’t you huff

Wait, don’t leave
We’re almost done
But listen close
This is an important one

I’ve seen what you think
And I know what you say
But there will be someone
Who loves you till the end of days

Now keep your head up
I’m cheering you on
And go live life for you
Go be that black swan

Know I’ll always be here
If you need a friend
But darling I’ll pray
We never have to speak again
life hope tryingagain love be-you
29 · Oct 3
Sleep
Bree Oct 3
To sleep is to relax
To let your body stop
To sleep is to leave yourself unprotected
And let your walls all drop

To sleep is to accept the end of today
And allow it to be morning
To sleep is to stop the day
Then wake without a warning

To sleep is to let time pass by
Without any hope of keeping track
To sleep is to give up control
An ability in which I lack
insomnia anxiety sleep
Bree 3d
Sometimes I forget myself,
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.
If 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?
Bree 1d
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.
7 · 1d
Insecurities
Bree 1d
I need to tell you something
I’ll whisper it to you
It’s about someone you know
But I can’t just tell you who

There’s someone around here
Who’s feeding your delusions
Turning you on yourself
Making false conclusions

The liar here is you
I know you wont believe me
But you don’t need to be perfect,
Self acceptance is what’s key
Wrote a poem based on the words “can you keep a secret?” as a prompt.

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