I like words.

📝 a poem a day, keeps the scary away!

[noneyah1251]

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Our Last Kiss

I want to get better.

I want to be happy.

I want to live.

I want to be clean.

I want to be loved.

I want to love me.

I want to be strong.

I want to be free.

Free from these chains

of conformity.

I don’t want to worry,

worry about everything.

Like what I look like,

and if I’m skinny.

I want to let go

and have someone catch me.

Loneliness is eating

away at my soul.

I know I can’t keep living

like this until I get old.

I’ll never make it

with a mind this sick,

I think your lips were

painted in death,

because I’ve wanted to die

ever since

our last kiss.

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Home Is In The 90’s

Earth side is starting to feel like

the wrong side,

and I want to go home

to a place I know

with landline phones.

Home is in the ‘90s,

where life felt right.

Everything felt simpler

under a dim kitchen light.

My pillow was always cold,

and I slept through the night.

I still ate tv dinners

and my mother was still alive.

People felt kinder

and everyone flashed peace signs.

Temporary tattoos, buttons,

and tye-dye.

Everything felt possible

in the endless summertime.

Oh me, oh my,

I miss the good times,

Take me back to the ‘90s,

with a Walkman

and late night fireflies.

[noneyah1251]

I Did It

I did it,

I did it again.

I said too much

and then pressed send.

A neurotic big mouth

that never knows when to quit.

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder

if I’m to blame for all of it.

You never reply,

but I know why.

Even being a thousand miles away

I can still see

the bitterness for me

in your eyes.

Always reminding me I go too far,

my words are like weapons,

and you’re left

to carry their scars.

[noneyah1251]

July Heat

July heat

has me beat,

and the long days

never stray.

Showing up every day,

all I can do

is look to the sky & pray.

Everything has changed

except for the rain,

drought’s at bay,

but I stand here

the same.

Washing away the pleasure

& pain.

Life is insane.

So am I.

I survive.

I survive.

I survive.

& I survive.

I will survive,

until I die.

Like the heat

that has me beat,

I stand in its war and peace,

letting it wash over me

with ease.

[noneyah1251]

#notesapppoetry

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Sweet Boy Blue

Streets lined with
trees and lights,
late-night bike rides.
I love to hit rewind
when I close my eyes,
because I can still see
yours
staring back into mine.

The way we'd drift into the night,
vanishing in plain sight.

Following the moonlight
wherever we'd go.
You wrote me songs on the guitar
and woke me from my sleep
with the piano.

I still sing the songs
you wrote for me
when I put myself to sleep.

An engraved lullaby, in my favorite key.

My sweet boy blue,
that became my thing two;
Could you ever forgive me,
and let me sing for you too?

[noneyah1251]

Imaginary Friends

I sit in my big green chair every night,

circling back to the past with my imaginary friends

because I can't seem to make sense of the present.

It's unnatural, but déjà vu-like.

Remnants of nostalgia

are everywhere I look,

yet always found

under the dim kitchen light.

I ping-pong between people, places, and things.

Together we laugh,

we cry,

and we scream,

trying to make sense

of nothing and everything

at the same time.

I know no one else can see them,

but they're real to me.

They were a part of my past,

and we have unfinished business.

Getting it right this time,

they say it's like taking your soul

to the laundromat when you cry.

So we cry every night,

because in the past we would fight.

This time,

we'll get it done.

We'll end this thing right.

It always ends with a hug

and a kiss on my cheek.

Goodnight.

Sitting in my big green chair,

I talk to my imaginary friends

every night.

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❤️Red 🤍White 💙Blue

Red lip gloss, white polka dots,

blue dress.

You rested your head

against my chest.

White-hot, sticky

American night,

I knew you were mine

that the Fourth of July.

The fireworks in the sky

were a sign of the times.

I’d never want to look away

from those brown doe eyes.

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Release and Untether

Summer bummer,

when you're stuck inside

because it's hot, hot, hot.

I miss the big freeze

when everything just stops.

Summer is nice,

but mosquitoes are the price

you pay

for walks around the lakes.

The water is so clear,

when you peer inside,

you can watch a fish swim

under the sunlight!

Muskrats line the edge of the water

while the geese patrol

their way through town.

Spring brought them new little lives,

and they will make sure they

remain safe and sound.

The bunnies bounce at my feet

always playing games.

Teasing my dog, making his day.

We love to watch them

as much as we love to

watch the falling leaves.

Fall is always welcomed in these parts.

A break from the sun

is something we always need.

It reminds you to get rest

and lay low.

Before long,

the wind will shift

and then

everything will be blanketed

in snow.

A dusting always comes first.

Then it picks up and gets

worse and worse,

taking over everything all

through the day and night,

painting the town in shades of white.

About this time is when

a lot of Minnesotans

go back inside.

But not I, my dog,

and a brave select few.

Because seasons are the reason

we learn to embrace change.

Like Mother Nature says,

it’ll be okay.

If you try,

you’ll begin to learn her ways,

just as you learn her weather.

It’s all part of life’s process,

and we must allow our hearts

to release and untether.

[noneyah1251]

Turns Out

You said you thought

your future was me.

Turns out you were wrong.

Turns out we both were,

all along.

Attachment issues

at their best,

based on unhealed wounds

from our treacherous youth.

We were both two kids

in a trench coat,

me standing

on top of you.

Always trying to figure

it out,

but never knowing anything.

Always fighting,

push and pull because

I wanted your everything,

and you wanted my neutrality.

Neutrality

to infidelity and drugs,

neutrality

to do whatever you’d want.

To your eternal blues,

and backdoor love.

Hiding me behind corners

and public side hugs.

And then there was me

wanting to control

your family, you mood

your mind, your soul.

A storm of final blows

that ended it all,

because if that was eternity,

neither one of us

would ever want to grow old.

[noneyah1251]

Stranger In My Dreams

- Friday Night Limerence

A stranger comes

to me every night

in my dreams,

to sing me to sleep.

A simple kind of melancholy

a requiem of curiosity.

Lucid,

I wonder:

could this ever

play out for me?

This dance inside my head

will not rest,

yet it’s my favorite scene.

A night inside my mind

sounds good to me,

if it’s your cheeks

I see

smiling back at me.

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👻Scooby Doo☮️

I try,

sometimes I don’t know why,

even though I’m scared.

Scared to move,

scared to prove,

scared to love,

and scared of you, too.

Some people have called me scary.

Others have called me,

Scooby Doo.

I do say,

I do stay

removing masks,

because I finally removed mine.

Since then,

a lot of people don’t understand me,

but that’s alright.

Life is jinkies and

big girls don’t cry.

Everything is just a mystery

that we are all trying to solve.

Nothing could be as spooky,

as never trying at all.

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Peace and Quiet?

I sit here in peace,

in the blue hour glow

cascading from my window.

Overwhelmed by a feeling

so enchanting,

it’s almost hard to enjoy.

So much so,

it inevitably drenches

me in reality.

My mind knows

fairy-tale feelings

are for Disney.

And I live in the real world.

Where children across the sea

are used as artillery,

and women are forbidden

to be seen.

Some people have never known

any kind of family.

Some will never know peace,

or quiet.

I can’t save them

by refusing to live.

But I can honor them by

trying to live,

and leaving this hell,

and trying to help,

by making sense of

what I can.

As for one thing in life

that’s never up for chance:

when we close our eyes

for the very last time,

every living creature

will know peace and quiet.

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Cunt

When I lie in bed with you,

I never have too much to say.

Naturally, you take control of the room,

then you take me too.

Everything always feels brand new.

I don’t think you understand

what all women can go through.

We’re always damned if we do,

damned if we don’t.

Standing tall on our own

we’ve got it under control.

I don’t want to be a wife

or a one-night stand,

I want to be experienced,

I want modern romance.

You meet me in the middle,

somewhere between

heaven and a dream.

You don’t care where I’ve been,

you just want to go with me.

I don’t know what I need,

but you’re what I want.

Only real men can handle

a bitch,

who identifies as a cunt.