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Sierra Lynn

Poetry is nothing

but

the final words forgotten to say

at the end of a

heated argument.

Here is a poem from my debut collection “Popcorn & Existential Crises”!!

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Snakes

As a child

being afraid of snakes was a silly thing.

But growing up

to find that the concrete jungle

you live in

is infested.

With all types of snakes.

Looking for blood

&

ready to wrap themselves

around your already broken heart.

Drown

Drowning my pain in a bottle of vodka

was the only thing I was good at anymore.

The bitterness of the clear substance

usually took away the bitterness my life contained

just for a little while at least.

Self Destruct

I found solitude in destruction.

With smoke to fill my lungs,

pills to hide my true thoughts,

&

bitter liquids to drown in.

Finding truth in the void

was the only thing my sad little life had come too.

Monochrome

Colors in the sky made me feel,

more than you’d ever imagine.

Blue, the embodiment of my emotions,

dripping down a blank canvas.

Red, a roaring anger,

splattering across anyone looking to help.

Together, coming to be purple,

a color I was never fond of.

Eventually I learned

of black and white.

Discovering that if I view the world in

complete monochrome.

I was less likely to feel the pain of never finding the

pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Contemplating the idea of death. Is coming to be one of my favorite pastimes.

S.L.

tips pt. 2

Tips for living,

when everything hurts.

Never try to hard, you’ll seem annoying.

Never use too much effort, you’ll get called mean things.

Never be too happy, it’ll always go away soon.

And lastly,

never believe when people say you’ll be okay,

they are most likely lying.

tips pt. 1

Tips for living,

when the only thing you want is to not be alive.

Find solitude in the darkness, loneliness is your only friend.

Hold your breath, it should all be over soon love.

Pray for the inevitable, beg for it to come faster.

Living is never a good time, when all you want is release.

My lips spew

lovely lies

saying I was fine,

&

that everything was golden.

Allowing people to see the

fake smile,

letting people believe I was okay.

Allowed me to seem normal

enough

for a tainted society.

The Others

I’ll never look like the others,

I’ll never find love like the others,

all the others so

beautiful & kind.

Then there’s me.

lost,

lonely,

&

lustful.

Selfish

Be selfish,

say no.

Be selfish,

tell people

you can do it yourself.

Be selfish,

you dragged yourself

from the pits of hell

with your own two hands.

Be selfish,

you can do this.

~SL

if i was his sunshine, then i was your moon. for he would always let me go down during my dark times. while as you let me rise and end up shining brighter. slg (original photo by slg)

i was built from scratch, just like this place. with bricks strategically placed, & glue and cement to hold it all together. i was built here, it’s the house i will forever call my home. my safe space, my saving grace, the memories here will always put a smile upon my face. slg (photo credit - original by me)

waste my time, watch me cry, and whisper pretty lies. i’ll deal through it all, because ill do anything for the ones i love. slg (photo credit : original by SLG)

3AM the hour of bursting minds. when poets and painters bleed their creations. & when the poisoned youth feel less sick. 3AM the hour tears are finally wiped away. when darkness will never feel better. & when black hearts match the blackest skies. 3AM the hour its okay to not be okay. the hour your dark side comes out to play. slg

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