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Sara Feb 2020
Thoughts wash over the mind
like torrential, self-inflicted rain.
But I'm hooked on stormy seas
and allergic to plain sailing,
- drunk on self-stimulated danger.
Like a **** show on the TV
you can turn it off when you please,
but the white noise occupies your mind,
so you turn it up and press repeat.
solving the problem that never was
Sara Dec 2019
She makes mountains out of molehills,
being soft like mud yet hard as nails.

A crumb sits on the table top,
whilst coffee drips just like rain drops-
forget me not, guess I forgot -
He really made me laugh a lot
and cry and sing and shake and scream
it could have been the death of me.

From eye to page, from page to pen
with love stretched out from end to end
I wave goodbye to life back then
like needle breaking free from thread
Realising: As long as you make sense to you, you're good
Sara Nov 2019
She wanted to know who you were
but hid who she was.
There was
no sense
to be made of it
or why there was any shame in it;
ships that pass and turn off their lights
will travel in darkness, alone at night.
be open, be you
Sara Nov 2019
there's a world inside your mind
and it wants you to find
a place for others,
without changing
the bookshelves
the music
or the way that you walk through the door.
It might be the means of replacing
the fear which stops you from living
and giving
and laughing
as yourself.
don't be afraid to open up
Sara Oct 2019
a volatile, drunken live wire
exhaling smoke, and spitting out fire
they tell her softer, sweetly be;
reminders only ignite grief
a mind of its own
a mind of her own
a room with a view
but it's nothing like home

reactive, electric
she burns as she breaks,
she hits without thinking
but makes no mistake;
she begs for forgiveness
it's all just the same.
for, she holds on too tightly
to the bars on her cage
make sure you're not standing in your own way
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