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Jan 2022 · 139
Untitled
MuseumofMax Jan 2022
Imperfect selfs

Yet no sign of despair

Love is unconditional
Despite the mistakes

All the little things
Fall away

Only you.

I read your poems

Is this what you were trying to say?
Jan 2022 · 750
Butterflies
MuseumofMax Jan 2022
Swirling around us
Thoughts of tomorrow

Until
We’re pulled in
Sharing our energies
This is synergy

The boy made of wax
Lit now and melting fast
Lost in your eyes
My hand in yours
Contrast

Take me to your starless sea
I want to know you
Endlessly

Squinting only to see you in focus
Every so often I look at your face
Admiring what I have
Staying over at your place

Warm skin and soft lips
Let’s stay forever in this moment
Lost in space and time
Lemon boy and me

I read a poem you wrote
Titled ‘Trees’

My stomach fluttering every-time I feel your touch
Holding me so close
Until I can’t breathe

So close but not enough
Tangled up in my sleeves

“My eyes are just brown”
But so much more

Purple gaze with a starlight haze

Moonlight can only account for some

The sun comes up
Sweeping over our faces
Deep brown and see-through

I could be blue?

But not with you.

Rosy cheeks and big smiles

Even when my blush fades
My smile starts to go-away
And your rain cloud re-appears
Dimming your energy
You hear your fears

I’ll still find some butterflies
Just for you and I

My eyes can’t lie

No matter how much I try.

Kept in a jar and saved until now
Letting them free
Every time I see you once more

open the door.

There they are again
Flying so sweetly
I’ll save a few more
for next time

Butterflies in my hair
Butterflies everywhere

I’m
Intertwined
With you
Without a care
Holding my heart
Please don’t let it tear.

Butterflies in my heart
And in my mind
Changing my perspective
Re-defined
Another one inspired by lemon boy
Jan 2022 · 580
Winter Air
MuseumofMax Jan 2022
The naked trees surround
A dark winding concrete road

They’ve lost their decor
Once bearing leaves with color
Now absent

Knotted branches resemble the *** holes
A few ghost towns

Abandoned souls.

Spirits sweep the path in a dust

Snowflakes appearing alongside
Intertwined with the freezing air

Falling slowly
Softly
Slowly

Just as
Snow
Found its home on the ground

So may I

Lost but not searching

Monsters lurking.
Something I was thinking about on my drive to college. It started snowing!
Jan 2022 · 235
Manifestations pt. 3
MuseumofMax Jan 2022
As I approach this new year

I will put myself first

Self-care
Consistency
And keeping those I love
Close to me

I will find success in everything I do
I will grow my wealth and my knowledge

I will follow my intuition
And continue to use my abilities to help others
Growing my spiritual gifts
So I may see

I will use my passions to create beautiful things
I will make a difference in this world
I will be an advocate for those who cannot speak up

Above all I will remember to take time to myself
I will listen first, then share
I will show them I care.

I am protected and so are my loved ones
No harm be done
And blessed be
A manifestation for myself going into the new year. Feel free to use this for yourself as well! I wish you all a happy 2022 and good luck!
Dec 2021 · 112
King vs. Knight
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Im not sure why

The king chose to hurt me

Not with his sword

His words, blinded me until I could not see.

A lot of my drawings have blindfold’s
I think the king put them there


Once I ran away,
I took the blindfold off

At first, the lights were too bright
Burning my eyes until I couldn’t think

But a part of me liked regaining
my sight

I often still feel the kings presence
Even when I’m alone.
Sometimes in my closet
Or behind me in the mirror
His evil stare
Judges me
Even there

Now I must face him again
But with a new perspective
I can see, and he could too
He just refuses
To be new

I don’t think he ever was a king
Only an old man with a crown

Now I’ve become a knight
I’ve been training for this
With every piece of me I gain
I fight.

I don’t think I’m afraid anymore
How can you fear someone lost in their own head?

I found my light.

And he chose a blindfold.
Dec 2021 · 437
Missing Persons
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Falling asleep
in your sweatshirt

It smells like me now

I wish it was you instead of some fabric

I miss someone I barely know
Watching the clock tick

Until I see you again

But it’s like I’ve met them before
The boy next door?

I can’t wait to be around him again
Holding me close while I fall asleep
Breathing together
In - sync

I can’t wait for more smiles
Lemon boy said he’s making lemonade
I want some
I hope we can trade

Even the rainy days
I’ll be there too
We can splash around in the puddles
Or stay inside
Warm and dry
Do some puzzles?

Only a few days more
Until your mine once again
We’ll pick up where we left off

See you then

**
Dec 2021 · 576
The Never-Ending Story
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
A small crack in a bathroom tile
You aren’t perfect
But you make me smile

A gifted mind
With a weight to bear
I hate when people
stare
But hopefully my presence makes it
A little easier

I can hold some of your bags

I’ll like you no matter what
Riches or rags
No matter the heartache

This feels like a worthwhile endeavor

Your scars are not burdens,

They are lessons you have learned.

Despite your wishes to give up
Your feelings you wish to sever

Sometimes happiness has to be earned.

Take my hand and with it
The wheel is turned

Fortune cannot be controlled
But within our busy days a constant remains

Monster and Lemon boy
Their future untold.

Let the story
Unfold.
A reminder for two, who get lost in their minds a bit too often
Dec 2021 · 328
Childhood Memories
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Faint memories
Of the happiest moments of my childhood

Swinging was my favorite

I liked to wander in the grassy fields
Catch a few butterflies
Freeze when I saw
The bees

Soft walks home
With my too-big backpack
My little body
Minuscule in comparison
I remember it felt as if it weighed a ton

Silly talks
And lots of giggles

Science projects

That I hated
All I got was a participation award.

Still I
explored
Found a way into the trees
Biked around town
No fear
Just making my rounds

I even won a few spelling bees
Nothing big just the 4th and 5th grade
Categories

I memorized the words
With no understanding
No wonder I never made it very far

Nature acted as my mother
I found my home in the twisted branches of old oaks
The dead leaves and crab apples
invokes
Comfort

I slept under the stars
And counted them too

Stayed up all night
So I wouldn’t have to say goodbye
just greet the new day
And wish for night once more

Watching the sunrise
With a content sigh
Dec 2021 · 536
Waves
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Soft rises
Deep falls

Rushing water filling my ears
I wish to open my eyes

Surrounded by the comfort of Poseidon

Schools of fish swim by my legs
Nearby lives
A titan

I squint and feel the sting of salt water seeping in
Discomfort at first
Turns into wonder

A world within a sea
My dreams floating
Along with me

I hit the sea floor
Sand brushes my feet
Awaking my thoughts once more

Bubbles floating up and away
I decide I want to stay

Shells with endless twists and turns

Will they ever learn?

I still remember the boy with the sandy hair
He told me:

To be one with the sea
Is to
Have found a way
To be
Free.
Dec 2021 · 475
Little lump of Coal
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Little lump of coal

In my stocking

I must’ve forgotten
how to be human

Santa saw me crying on the floor
Screaming and rocking
Back and forth

I forgot how to feel Christmas cheer
My reflection looks so tired
surrounded by my own fears

My mind is crippled
Shaken so hard
I malfunction
Too often

I suppose I’ve strayed too far
Away from god? Too far for Santa’s reindeer?

Nose bleeds and therapy
At least we have a Christmas tree?

I don’t mind coal
I can use it for my sketches

Maybe I’ll light a fire
Watch the flame flicker
Until it settles
And my eyes tire

This little light of mine
I guess I’ll let it shine
With my little lump of coal

My heart finds it’s own way
To feel full
I used to be so afraid to wake up and see coal in my stocking, now I expect it.
Dec 2021 · 909
Tipsy
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
‘I kissed you and your lotion kissed me back’

Little thoughts
And smiles

Big realizations
Let’s just talk

Bring more wine
And a silly mood

And I’ll go wherever
You want me to.
Something lemon boy told me that made me smile
Dec 2021 · 668
December
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
My summer home

My get away

Sometimes I talk too much
Social cues not there

Mind somewhere?

Thank you for grounding me

I like it when you hold me
It reminds me
Of my purpose

Your words are confusing
But I like your soft tone

Sweet and understanding

Two boys on their thrones

You’re sleeping next to me right now
Your snoring woke me up
It’s okay though
I like it when your body is quiet

Mask off
The real you
See-through

Just like me

It’s hard when everything’s confusing
But you remind me to be smart

Look Tim (my therapist)
I’m doing art!!

I’ve been taking such good care
But sometimes I forget myself

I forgot to eat enough today
It’s okay
Tomorrow I’ll remember
Just another day
In
December
Wrote this to shut my mind up
Dec 2021 · 1.3k
Tiempo’s Poem
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Soft skin
And fluffy hair
His personality
Rare

A boy I barely knew
Lost in his own world
Found himself in his writing

Picked up his pen
And the words flew

Black and white comes too easily
Forgets to see past his shadow
I try and remind Tiempo
When Fate has time

A friend made
Not so breezily

Curls and deep thoughts
Late night poems sent
Back and forth
I’m thankful for my poet friend

God-send?

Let’s begin.
Tiempo requested this one
Dec 2021 · 2.1k
The Queen of Russia.
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Independent
A bit headstrong,
Her kindness,
Transcendent

Her accent shapes her character.

She doubts her abilities
When she is among the strongest
The hurt of her people
Is all she sees

She’s learning to look in the mirror
Not to see the imperfections
But all the possibilities

She rarely forgets
Although she hides behind a silhouette

A fierce protector
Without discrimination

They can’t all defend themselves
So she steps in

She will give her life for her country
And for it
They love her.
I hope she sees the change she creates
A magnificent ruler.

Each step in her red spiked boots
Paving a new path
For those forgotten or lost
Walking with her,
Their roots

She takes their hand
And leads them on

No persecution

Only solutions.

A tireless advocate for those without.

No need to ask
She understands her task

…………………………….

Could you use some help?
No need to ask

Just open your eyes
And seek her out

She’ll find you
Eventually
She sees through it
The lies.

I hope one day this queen
Will find a proper king
For now she rules independently

Fighting
Endlessly.
A poem dedicated to a dear friend that inspires me daily.
Dec 2021 · 555
‘Community’
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
I get depressed a lot
Let’s write something nice for a change

I’ve been listening to softer music lately
Guess I’m expanding my taste

I’ve learned sometimes the things I say are strange
But I don’t know
I kind of like that I don’t fit in

Being weird is fun when you have weird friends
No judgement
Just fun
No paying rent

I like my ‘community’
They each have their own style

Let’s just sit and talk a while.

I still like the name monster boy
But I started feeling more like Max

Just a young adult
Growing up
In
A world
Not made for them

Guess it’s time to change that?

Maybe I’ll buy a cat?
Soft poem for soft times. The title references the show ‘Community’ on Netflix
Dec 2021 · 421
Mouse pt. 2
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
I’m tired of hiding

But I won’t come out for the unworthy

I wish I could run away

Too bad I don’t have a place to stay

Maybe I’ll spend the night in my car?
Is that too far?
Feeling isolated I know it will pass but other minds won’t change as easily
Dec 2021 · 115
Mouse.
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
A little mouse crawling out of its hole
Starving for air
Thirsting for freedom

Green trees and shimmering dew drops

Sun-rays dancing

The forest floor feels cold to the touch
Soft after rainfall

The first steps of independence
Taken methodically
Smelling new life and rich soil
One step at a time

Until the beast appears
Dec 2021 · 336
Untitled
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
I’m growing and changing
Sorry it took so long

I’m learning how to fit in
And sing my own song

All my mistakes
Were part of my masking

Doesn’t excuse them
Just please understand
The difficulty
Of the task

I’m this way for a reason
I can’t change my seasons
But I’m getting help

Learning to take off
My
Mask

Don’t speak, listen

When you need it
Just ask
Masking.
Dec 2021 · 398
Dear Lemon Boy….
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Dear lemon boy,

I heard you’re writing about me
Be careful
You’re making me feel special

Once I’m stuck I have a hard time letting go
I think I’m falling?

****

Oh no.

I don’t mind I’m just scared of getting hurt
I hope it won’t and I hope you care

Why is there so much love in the air?

The skeptic in me is in awe

You showed up when I was least expecting
And now I can’t seem to let you go

I hope that’s okay
Save this for a rainy day
Lemon boy won’t get out of my mind :/
Dec 2021 · 316
Issue no. 1
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Turns out monster boy has issues

Some of them make sense
Some don’t.
They’re learning.

Gears are turning.

I’m not special needs I just have some disabilities

See me for who I am
Not for my weakness’
Dec 2021 · 1.3k
Fairies
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
As a child I listened for small voices

Little footsteps and mini hand prints

Night light left on
To welcome the visitors

They never said hello

I guess I’ll never know….
Wrote this a little bit ago and it reminded me of childhood
Dec 2021 · 837
Poison
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Tiempo told me I was like alcohol
Good in measured amounts
but really a poison

I suppose in some way Tiempo was right
Even if their motivations were more from a place of resentment

I’m a lot
And most people can’t handle me

I try and give them measured amounts
But I can only hold myself back for so long
Before you know it I’m just me
Walls down

I guess most people don’t like that
The genuine words spoken
Are taken like a dagger
To their hearts
When they were meant to
Heal
Their open wounds

I suppose I’ll never get it right
I can’t fix the already broken
Even when I know what they need

I may be alcohol but I don’t have to be poison
That’s up to the drinker

I can be soft and sweet and help slow down a chaotic day
I can make you laugh and smile
Even cry when you need.

And when your done I’ll be there to get you through the next day

Some people abuse me
Through the way they use me

But I don’t think I was made to be drank
Poison is meant to be kept in a bottle
It’s pretty
But you don’t touch it

Do you blame the poison?
Or the hands that opened it?

I hope Tiempo reads this and writes me a response.
I’m awfully invested in their thoughts

I hope they stop seeing me as something to drink
Instead as something to admire
After all alcohol can be a nice beverage
I love a good wine
in measured amounts
I know how to handle myself

Do you?
To: time from: poison
Dec 2021 · 406
Climbing up-hill
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
A warm embrace
Or so they thought

Warm at first
Then it got hot

Piles of blankets
Suddenly smothering
Stuck inside
Until you
Die

I want to leave
But I like the pain
Forgetting the hurt
What goes on in my brain.

I found a way out
Though a little late

Turns out the door was always open
I just didn’t check the lock

Stepping out onto green grass
Reminds me of an old poem I wrote

The first steps take a while
My feet are cold
But I try and smile

After what feels like forever
I look up
And I’m not alone anymore
My heart
Will not
Feel
Sore

That old door
That I thought was locked

Has disappeared.

I won’t go back
To the place I thought was home
For now I know what love is

I am Sophie
I am Max
I am an artist

Monster boy is facing the real world for the first time
Turns out he’s doing okay
And he can still rhyme.

Wonder what adventures will come next
Sophie doesn’t know
And neither does Max

But they’re excited
For the trek.

No longer perplexed.
The first steps of a new person… the poem I’m referencing is ‘Content’ by me :)
Dec 2021 · 1.0k
Sweet Dreams…
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Monster boy is sleepy now
Today was full of self-work

He’s proud of himself
But he knows he can’t live forever
They still need sleep
Even with lemon boys sweater

Drifting off
Wishing for good dreams
And peaceful memories……
Going to sleep
Dec 2021 · 518
To Time: From Fate
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Hello Tiempo,

It’s been a while
I missed your smile

I think we’re both doing better
Just separate
But I don’t see that as an issue

Your mind is beautiful
I can hear the gears turning
Everyday you’re learning

We both over share
Without a care
Oh well
I don’t mind
if you don’t.

Fate is learning too
They finally found a family to call their own
Despite the lack of blood relation
Kind of a strange situation

She hopes she didn’t hurt you too much
He knows you’re strong
But still wishes they hadn’t made a mistake

But life happens
Fate and time had to meet
To work together

I’m so thankful
To have you near
Even if sometimes
You’re like a worm in my ear

We are pretty good at helping
But we don’t like to listen

Stubborn and hurting
That’s ok
I don’t mind starting to grow
And it shows

Can’t wait to see the man you become
No more Mr. Lonely
Just Tiempo
The only

The
Boy
Who
Found
A way
To
Understand.
To Tiempo
Dec 2021 · 203
Brain storm.
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
My brain

Was perfect

Before

It was deserted

Wish I could

Wish I may

Remember what I was going to say.
Brain issues…
Dec 2021 · 624
Scrooge.
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
‘Oh Christmas tree oh Christmas tree’

Your lights shine too bright
My eyes
Are sensitive
And so are my ears

Loud voices and bustling shoppers
Make me anxious
Whatever happened to whoville?

I don’t need presents or money
I’m happy with those I love around me

Sometimes I wonder if they feel the same
Or has the holiday season
Driven them insane?
Dec 2021 · 1.7k
Manifestations pt.3
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Hello again
It’s me
Soph-ie

Tomorrow I’m going to therapy
I’m really nervous

But I’m gonna do really well
I’ll be comfortable
And maybe make new friends?

Help me through this if you can

But either way I will do it
And I will stay strong

I’ve been working on myself
And they will see
Dec 2021 · 104
Smiles
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Lemon boy smiles
I don’t dream anymore
But if I did I know you’d be there
You broke through my walls
I hope you know
I’m yours
Are you mine?
To: Lemon Boy
Dec 2021 · 337
The boy made of Wax
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Can’t control what I say
Hope that’s ok

I try my best to distract
From what is and what’s
Grey

Wolves coming from all over
During the night

Will you stay or will you fight?

I like your presence it makes me feel warm

I guess I kinda like
Being wrapped in your arms

It’s weird for me
Because I expected someone else

But no matter what
My heart will always
Melt

Eventually.
To: Lemon boy
Dec 2021 · 396
The Shoe
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
There once was a lady
Who lived in a shoe

Not because she had to,
She just liked it.

Everyone else told her to get a proper house

She thought a shoe was a perfectly good home
She even had a gnome

She had kids

They liked the shoe too
that was all they knew

But when they left
They came back stronger
And didn’t want a shoe for a house
Any longer

Turns out her shoe was not nice
It rotted and gave her children lice

It ate their brains until they couldn’t see
It gave little soph
A cavity

Her only regret
As she looked back on her life
Was not how to remove the knife

But to
Find a new shoe.
Neglect.
Dec 2021 · 575
Willow
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
One last poem before I drift off….

Today I realized I look for others pride
Sometimes I think I need it

Turns out I don’t

I know I’m an artist whether you do or you won’t,
acknowledge it.

My poems breathe for me
And when I’m not hungry they eat for me
I write what I see

They sleep with me while I shed my tears
They force me to face my fears.

And when I wake up I have new words filling my head
My stomachs in a knot
Lyrics to a heartfelt song, an angry response, or perhaps just a taunt

Poetry is one of my favorite art forms
The beauty, elegance
The walls broken down
Sharing what I never could admit before
Sandstorms

My heart isn’t so sore anymore.
I wonder if they feel it too
Me letting them go?

I saw him today
He looked terrible
I hate to admit it for a moment I felt like I won
Until I realized we both lost a close friend
We’re both hurting but it’s not up to me

A lone willow tree met a golden retriever
Little did they know he’d leave her

I used to wish he would visit again
Until I heard about the manipulation

Turns out the golden retriever was actually a wolf
And the willow was a boy all along
I should turn this into a song.
Willow Tree (started to fall asleep and then thought of another poem)
Dec 2021 · 794
Depressive
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
I thought I would write again to help me fall asleep

I took my final today and got an A
It was easy but it’s still something so yay

Im working on staying positive
And when the depressive hits
I let it sit and feel it fully
No more pushing the waves down
No more hiding my frown.
Nap time
Dec 2021 · 710
Viv.
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
The watcher, the fast learner
I’m the hook and she’s the eye
Keeping each other grounded
When we feel like sinking

She’s a pretty cool guy
She wanted me to add that she’s ‘fly’
Hanging with her is like a high
But It doesn’t go away

She’s German too
She taught me a bit

Du bist ein Arsch

Hope you let that one pass..
my German is pretty trash.
A letter to my wonderful friend and roommate
Dec 2021 · 671
Manifestations pt.2
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
They’ll read it
They’ll like it
I get a chance

I take it.
Manifestations
Dec 2021 · 639
Good Tuesday’s
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
Lemon boy

Tuesdays on my mind
Walking through my brain
I feel insane

Are you thinking of me?
I can feel it
Your manifestations are immense
But I’m intense
Are you ready to handle me?
I’m not sure
I’m a witch and a bit of a *****
Biking isn’t always so easy
When you’re climbing uphill

I don’t need your protection
I just need your energy
But I still want to hold your hand
I’m in a girl band

I think we have synergy ?

You’re the Tyler to my creator
I’m the Thumbalina to your daddy issues

I’ve been listening to my instincts
Watching the signs and feeling my tics

They’re pointing to you
I guess it’s a clue?

I’m trying hard to show you,
What we can be
Will you accept or will you disagree?

Honestly whichever is ok
I just wanna stay around you

Hope you do too?

Did you you know I’m a Hufflepuff
I think you’re a Slytherin

You’ve got the brains, I’ve got the sass
Not to mention a pretty good ***

Keep trying with me
I know it’s tiring

But you’re breaking down walls
And it’s exciting

I’m enjoying this
Whatever it is

Is that ok?

I don’t see the issue
But let me know if you can’t handle it

One hand on my ****
The other on my neck

That’s right I’m freaky
Let’s get *****

I don’t want to ruin this but I don’t think that’s possible
You kinda make my heart feel full

I’m not used to this, this fast
But with you it feels like a blast

I still need breaks and late night walks
But if you wanna come along I don’t mind
Never know what you might find?

I keep thinking I’m done
But turns out I’ve just begun

Didn’t want love but it wanted me
You’re nice and I like your face
Do you like mine?

I know I’m a bit clueless
It might appear foolish

But I’m actually pretty cool
Let’s ride the waves
One day at time
Till the end of this rhyme

I’m not done yet
Almost there but not quite

Hold my hand when I need it
But don’t hold me back

The Ari to my Miller
My psychological thriller

It’s scary but good
Scary good?

I know what it’s like to deal with ****
I can take it but I don’t like it

Time to evacuate
Separate from the past
And start moving on
If you wanna come along,
I don’t mind

I see you’re hurting
I don’t mind learning
I’m a good listener

You’ve grown I can tell
But so have I
Let’s keep growing together?

……………………………………………

What a cruel world we live in

With you it doesn’t feel so bad
Why are you so sad?
A note to a friend who could be more?
Nov 2021 · 762
Death
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
Hello death,

I am not afraid of you,
Many are
But I see through you

The facade of what life beyond death truly is
How can anyone know?

False prophets
The drinking of fine wines

I wonder what’s true
And I wonders what is lies
A poem inspired from  my own feelings of what death truly is mixed with inspiration from P.K the Bollywood movie. A quote from it says “I believe in the god that created me, not the god we created”.
Nov 2021 · 1.9k
Vampire in Training
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
Awake at night
Despite the early hours

I watch the sun rise
Before I climb into my tomb

Or is just my room?
Early morning thoughts
Nov 2021 · 477
Grammer
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
It’s quite funny to break the rules

Whether it’s through lyrics
or rhymes

Art is art despite the flaws

Stop making so many laws
This goes out to all my English teachers
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
502 bad gateway again?
Don’t stress I’ve got it all figured out:

Save it as a draft,
Title and all
Then wait

That’s the hardest part
Guess it’s because it’s art

Once the site has calmed down
Make it public

It works for me I hope this helps

Spread the word

I don’t know what to rhyme with that
Kelp?
Nov 2021 · 996
Abby/Adrien
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
A beautiful mind
Creative and strong

They fight so hard
But she won’t make it long

Everyone is against her
Or so it seems

I wish I could help her
I can hear their screams

trying to get out
But no one will let her

The demons keep them locked away
With no shelter

But somehow I’ll find a way
Whether it’s night or day

I’ll keep them safe, away from the harm
If only in a small way

I won’t let them hurt you like they hurt me
And when the time comes
I’ll set you free
A letter to my little sister, she’s stuck in a bad living situation and unfortunately there’s not too much I’m able to do. This poem is to remind me and them that we will always have each other no matter what
Nov 2021 · 901
Hana
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
Deep ruffled hair
She smells of sweet jasmine and Desi cooking

She emanates her culture
And shared it with me

She swirls around the room in a deep red saree
Her little sister watches inspired

A teacher with a good heart
Never failing to understand

A friend with a sweet smile
Never wanting to pretend

She is perfect in every way
And yet not

That’s why I like her
Oh and she’s hot
A little poem about my best friend
Nov 2021 · 456
Self Care
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
I’ve been working on myself
I’m getting there
It’s hard to do
But please be fair

I get anxious easily
Please don’t pressure me

I’m working on myself
I’ve been getting sleep
And remembering to eat

I’m listening to my body
And trying to respond
So please don’t act like you don’t see

I’m working on myself
I’m going to therapy
Hopefully they give me anxiety medication
So I can have full clarity

I call out the hateful thoughts
And replace them with
Soft talks

Just please be patient
Healing takes time
The poetry helps too
I’m learning to rhyme
Been anxious lately so thought I would express how I’m feeling, working on yourself is so very hard but I know it will pay off in the end :)
Nov 2021 · 1.1k
Manifestations
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
I’m sending you messages
Are you even getting them?

“Come back to me”

I hope you listen
Nov 2021 · 632
Soulmate….
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
Soulmate heartbreak
I wish we never met

Wait I take that back
I wish we never looked each other in the eye
So I could forget

You caught my interest
But I didn’t catch yours
I guess that’s how life goes
And when it rains it pours

You said you loved me
But you didn’t mean it
Lost and confused

I thought we were the perfect fit

You were my everything
But I was nothing

I saw you
And you saw
Too much loving
Nov 2021 · 381
Lady Moon
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
Dear Lady Moon,

I can feel your pearly white gaze,
It fills me with inner warmth

Your imperfections; your craters
They make you unlike any other

I find myself looking up at you quite often these days
I think she’s been watching over me with her midnight rays

She comes to visit me at night
With her moonbeams bright

Her light of comfort puts me in a starlight daze

I see her and she sees me
Her light shines gleefully

My protector; the watcher
I’m thankful for
my night time stalker
🌙
Nov 2021 · 310
Fate and Time
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
I suppose I’m a bit like fate and you’re a bit like time
We are the same
Twin flame?

Fate cannot choose what it wants
It rides the waves and attempts to guess

Time decides it’s every move
Careful planning
Striving to improve

We admire our differences
A perfect disharmony

A sprinkle of logic
And a heaping of chaos

We meet in the middle
But never further

For we’re still independent
The participant and the observer
Nov 2021 · 403
Open Book
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
Today I woke up at peace

I’m learning to use logic to explain the hurt

I’m like an open book now
Despite my pages being creased

I’m beginning a new story
One that I do not know

But I’m excited to read it
I’ll go with the flow
Nov 2021 · 447
Rainy Days
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
Hey mom

    

I remember how you made life fun despite the consequences
Everyday life became an adventure
And every bad time just a passing treasure

Leave a message after the beep

That was what the phone used to say when you were away and money was tight,

I would pretend you were there and talk anyways,

Because a girl without her mom
Gives her rainy days.
Nov 2021 · 48
Untitled
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
I get it now

502 Bad Gateway

what a rather disappointing thing to say

I hope it goes away...
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