#my words

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hey friends, i’m deleting my poetry from my tumblr - i don’t use this anymore and i want to have a little more control over my work because i’d love to publish one day. you can find me over at my portfolio where i’ll be posting my art, writing, and dance work!

I’m all brute force and sheer willpower.

I wrote the following six years ago when I was 15, my dad was abusive and my mom ignored it I just found it in an old notebook. A child should never feel this much pain and fear. Someday I hope I can make this little girl proud.

Yellow Oak Tree:

The sun is hot and burning

The earth is cruel and harming

Fear surrounds the innocent

Can nothing be saved?

But as I lay beneath you shade a cloak of serenity cascades around me

I am safe

Under the yellow oak tree

Free from judgement

Protected from ridicule

Safe from death

Under the yellow oak tree.

All I want to do is close my eyes and when I open them be somewhere far away from where I am right now, where no one knows me but everyone wants to, and I a chance to finally be something.

I can be mean to myself

Like I’m mean to everybody else

At least no one can say I’m not fair

It’s a messy life but we only get one

And I’m trying my best

To do it right

I keep wanting to live my life in the past while everyone else is heading towards the future.

All the while I miss out on the goods things I have right in front of me in the present.

She never came back

The girl I was before he broke me

I waited and waited

I hoped and I prayed

Her light left one evening

And the darkness stayed

I have very little hope left

My prayers are barely a whisper

I remember a time when

I thought he would change

When I thought that my love

Would take his anger away

What a dangerous choice

I was willing to make

To sacrifice myself for a man

Who could never be saved

I am so tired

It doesn’t matter how much I sleep

The sadness and worry

Are too heavy for me

And everytime I put them down

To breathe a sigh of relief

I hear the sound of fear and anger

Begin to slowly creep

The desire

To be desired

Is a foolish wish

You are the only one who knows

My silence means

I have so much to say 

You listen to me

When I dont say a word

Poetry is my lover

She always let’s me in

To cry

To listen

To confess all my sins

She found me voiceless

Wishing my tears were diamonds

So that I could buy back some time

Her poems come out of my heart

My eyes

My mind

She is so soft

And she never leaves

Thank you

My sweet lover

Poetry

A woman like me

Wants to be kept and set free simultaneously

A woman like me

Desires to be cared for all the while being all that she needs

A woman like me

Should keep her opinions to herself

Don’t speak

A woman like me

Moon faced but anguished with uncertainty

“The girl of their dreams”

A woman like me

Until it’s my piercing red eyes and deathly screams

A woman like me

Is never fully understood or known

A woman like me

Is better off alone

Was this earth not created through chaos?

Our universe makes love with the clash

Creation is the child of collision

A galaxy of grief

Atom + Eve

Here because God simply said

BE

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