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"mikayla" poems
It's so easy to forget,                                            Then suddenly... gone Let thoughts just slip away...                      a      I agree though, Let them fade into non-existence.                   w      It's sad Or at least that's how people play it.            a                  Sad how easy it is Honestly...                                                                           To pretend to If you try to forget something,                            t        care The more it just sticks with you.       a                                  love Anything you want to remember...              o            dream Well, that just seems to slowly f            l                                     forget But that's all life really is, isn't it?                                                                                     One big old pretence
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Dear Mikayla Hughes,
When I was six years old I went trick or treating with my mom and my neighbor Lexi. I was a scarecrow and she was a princess. At age fourteen I went trick or treating with my best friend Mikayla dressed up as a witches. We were in middle school and it was about the time when we were starting to think we were getting too old for this. Age seventeen I don't even remember what I wore. But I went to a party and got drunk with twenty of my closest friends and we all walked to McDonald's at 3 am. I am less than two months shy of being nineteen years old and I'm sitting in my college dorm about to go to sleep. I don't really have any friends. I forget what fun is supposed to be like sometimes. I miss smiling at more than just my boyfriend. CVT
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
What are friends?
I am afraid of letting go And losing control I am afraid of being happy Of waking up wanting to start the day Of accepting myself for who I am Of losing the motivation for my art because I’m no longer so sad and alone Of losing the bubble I created for writing since I have no one to turn to no one to talk to no one to belong to I am afraid of being I am afraid of the potential I possess I don’t mean to sound arrogant or proud Because I’m not I am just me Mikayla I walk around the halls sheltered and afraid Afraid of the people I see around me Every one of these individuals has a hidden talent, A secret, A love, A vice, And what do I have? Just me. Mikayla DeAnn. If I am not walking with a false bravado Shining plastered smiles to hide my fear I am invisible I am shoved Pushed Tossed Turned Unrecognizable Mikayla DeAnn Kay I am afraid of letting go If I let go, I am letting go of the control I possess, My only vice I am letting go of the years of “you’re not good enough” The years of “you’re not pretty enough” The years of “you’re not skinny enough” The years of “you’re not worthy” The years of “you do not belong” Mikayla DeAnn I want to shine I want to smile I want to make others happy without losing pieces of myself I want to be confident in what I like What I wear What I desire I want to feel whole I want to be seen I want to become… no I am Mikayla
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
I AM!!!
I wouldn't know how you feel as I type But you were always mine Atleast in hindsight it felt so Sublime, yet I was inclined To love the one who saw my hype When everyone saw my jokes crude You saw a comedian when everyone saw a shallow puddle, rude You saw the Caribbean So today, I see you, even if not in reality I see your beauty from memory and history The kind acts of your mother, and the mysteries Your tears of mystery, your thoughts of destiny I hope one day he sees your Glory, your greenish eyes And I hope that every demon comes to despise Your beautiful lineage, your kindest acts From your blunders, to your in facts May the world keep you whole and intact May your shape that changes from child birth to Love Meld into the beautiful soul you host May you never come to boast of the many blessings From the God we celebrate up above And may you be blessed the most My words don't do enough to describe your totality Your obscurities and your beauty May he see what I see in you, if I never get the chance To fall for you not in hindsight, but at first glance You deserve the world, not a puddle, you deserve to dance I know you don't like the name Mirinda, you prefer the beautiful other But today I wanted to show the beauty as a whole instead That you needn't see it as a rather anymore That you soar, and it brings sweet dreams when you go to bed That nothing stops you from living and loving to your core I hope you make a great mother I hope you make a great wife I hope you see love in the eye of one another And that you don't see dirt in spite Of how the storyteller replays events of asunder Forgive me if this isn't enough But please learn to love beyond the scope of existence And always be persistent Because you are who you are Mirinda You are as beautiful as every name Mikayla You are as loving as your family says you are You are beyond these words, and beyond these feeble stars You are you through and through
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Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
Mirindajn
I wouldn't know how you feel as I type But you were always mine Atleast in hindsight it felt so Sublime, yet I was inclined To love the one who saw my hype When everyone saw my jokes crude You saw a comedian when everyone saw a shallow puddle, rude You saw the Caribbean So today, I see you, even if not in reality I see your beauty from memory and history The kind acts of your mother, and the mysteries Your tears of mystery, your thoughts of destiny I hope one day he sees your Glory, your greenish eyes And I hope that every demon comes to despise Your beautiful lineage, your kindest acts From your blunders, to your in facts May the world keep you whole and intact May your shape that changes from child birth to Love Meld into the beautiful soul you host May you never come to boast of the many blessings From the God we celebrate up above And may you be blessed the most My words don't do enough to describe your totality Your obscurities and your beauty May he see what I see in you, if I never get the chance To fall for you not in hindsight, but at first glance You deserve the world, not a puddle, you deserve to dance I know you don't like the name Mirinda, you prefer the beautiful other But today I wanted to show the beauty as a whole instead That you needn't see it as a rather anymore That you soar, and it brings sweet dreams when you go to bed That nothing stops you from living and loving to your core I hope you make a great mother I hope you make a great wife I hope you see love in the eye of one another And that you don't see dirt in spite Of how the storyteller replays events of asunder Forgive me if this isn't enough But please learn to love beyond the scope of existence And always be persistent Because you are who you are Mirinda You are as beautiful as every name Mikayla You are as loving as your family says you are You are beyond these words, and beyond these feeble stars You are you through and through
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Her fears lived among her, what she tried facing, she always retreated and ran away from. What I ran away from! Even though it seemed to be in her thoughts or imagination, it felt real and traumatized her! Darkness creeping along her bed side, she barely made a sound, she muffled under her breath as her tears filled her pretty eyes. I always said to myself, "its going to be okay, its just my mind playing games, these things, or feelings are just a phase. Maybe the pills are making me this way, it'll all be over soon. Monsters aren't even real? Mama said that monsters only exist in people. She mumbled to herself. Arms covered with cuts and marks  from previous suicide attempts, throat with black and blue rope markings still there from age 10 when mama saved me from trying hurt myself using a jump rope.  I dont understand how I'm still here! she cries hysterical. The doctor takes notes. She passed away on my 15th birthday, she just stopped breathing in the bathroom on the floor. Mama had some issues too, but she had it worse! I just stood and watched her soul be taken by what I believe was darkness but some others say is insanity. I couldn't save her, but she saved my life, now I'm here! Soon enough I knew I'd be the one in my family to be put in a crazy house because I was afraid of myself and the dark things I felt that hurt me. Maybe that hurt my mama. So what do I think happened when I look back, you ask? Well, my fears killed my spirit a long time ago, my happiness died, my hope is empty. I'm just a monster! A stupid monster mama warned me about.. So, Does that answer your question doc?❤ By : Mikayla Jenelle Cook
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Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
Killed by her Fears
Her fears lived among her, what she tried facing, she always retreated and ran away from. What I ran away from! Even though it seemed to be in her thoughts or imagination, it felt real and traumatized her! Darkness creeping along her bed side, she barely made a sound, she muffled under her breath as her tears filled her pretty eyes. I always said to myself, "its going to be okay, its just my mind playing games, these things, or feelings are just a phase. Maybe the pills are making me this way, it'll all be over soon. Monsters aren't even real? Mama said that monsters only exist in people. She mumbled to herself. Arms covered with cuts and marks  from previous suicide attempts, throat with black and blue rope markings still there from age 10 when mama saved me from trying hurt myself using a jump rope.  I dont understand how I'm still here! she cries hysterical. The doctor takes notes. She passed away on my 15th birthday, she just stopped breathing in the bathroom on the floor. Mama had some issues too, but she had it worse! I just stood and watched her soul be taken by what I believe was darkness but some others say is insanity. I couldn't save her, but she saved my life, now I'm here! Soon enough I knew I'd be the one in my family to be put in a crazy house because I was afraid of myself and the dark things I felt that hurt me. Maybe that hurt my mama. So what do I think happened when I look back, you ask? Well, my fears killed my spirit a long time ago, my happiness died, my hope is empty. I'm just a monster! A stupid monster mama warned me about.. So, Does that answer your question doc?❤ By : Mikayla Jenelle Cook
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