"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
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
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
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
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
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
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
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
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
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC