Poems from an Existential Crisis Pt. 2
Poems Written from the Eyes of Mental Health, Learning to Love, and Finding Happiness
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Poems from an Existential Crisis.
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Poetry
This is how
I understand
the world.
Through sporadic words
&
the tempos of my poems.
~
Warrior
She began to write stories,
putting herself as the lead,
she rode sea monsters & captured madmen.
In her words she was
fearless,
beautiful,
&
a warrior.
She lived in a fairy tail,
behind the walls of her room.
No one knew,
the real her,
for it was only
a story.
~
Mental Health
We have always been hidden,
lurking in the shadows,
cased away for our madness.
With everything in our heads,
there is no way we could be sick
we were all just silly.
Even now,
with millions on our side,
proof of the hysteria,
& acts of self-righteousness.
We are cased away,
hidden in the dark
& sent behind curtains
to be manipulated like puppets.
- Sincerely,
The daily survivors of Mental Illness.
~
Unknown
She professes her love
for the mesmerizing
unknown
in the lines of her
hidden notebooks.
~
Gratitude
Acceptance
is the first word in a self-love vocabulary.
Once you
accept
who you are,
who you were,
&
who you want to be.
Life becomes
accepted
in gratitude.
~
Learn
The moment you learn
that your heart is more important than others
that is the day
you finally become free.
The second you learn
that the things you love
are more important than the people who love you
that is the day
you find true happiness.
The lifetime you learn
that loving who you are
is more important than anything else
that is a lifetime
you are living to the fullest.
~
Old
I wish I could tell the
old her
that everything
would eventually
be okay.
~
Empire
What happens when
there is no one left
to save you?
What will you do when
someone has excuses
to drop down the rope
for you to climb up?
What if no one ever
comes back to 'help'?
Well,
my dear,
you were born to be
a fighter & survive the trying times.
Give the world a final
kiss goodbye
as you forge new fires
to build your empire.
~
Thorns
Roses
bright, beautiful, bewildering.
But roses,
even though they hold such beauty,
have thorns.
You can have thorns too.
Be beautiful,
show love,
shine bright.
But use your
thorns
to your advantage
my love.
~
Castle
Her fantasy,
is leaving this world behind.
Her ideal,
is becoming queen of the ruins once created.
Her power,
comes from the wreckage of the failures before her.
She is the empire,
she created the castle,
each brick cemented
with the strength
of the queens before her.
~
Tempos
She follows the
beats of her
heart
to find the
tempos in her
poems.
~
Ashes
She forged a
fire from the
ashes of her past.
The fire projected
a future
never before seen.
A future so bright,
so full,
&
so beautiful.
She was ready for
her life
more than she ever
had been before.
~
Matter
If matter can never be created
or destroyed.
In meaning,
there is a hint of
light
in the
darkness.
For it was never
destroyed
it was just
hidden
for a moment.
~
Fondness
Being fond of your demons,
is the only way to
kill
them.
Because demons
hate when you can
love
yourself.
~
Pieces
Finding who I was again
was like
taping millions
of ripped pieces paper
back
together.
~
Pills
Potions & fairy dust
solve nothing anymore.
It's all
pills
pills
&
even more
pills.
~
'Real'
I love sad
love songs...
Probably because
broken
love seems more plausible then
something
'real'
~
Shattering
I'm a mess.
Silly.
Scattered.
Shaking.
but even with the
shattering.
Of my soul
I smile,
& pretend
'the mess'
is just a
j o k e
~
Flower
Love a flower first.
Keep the petals on their stem,
don't rip them off,
don't tear them apart,
leave the petals wild.
Keep the roots grounded,
don't break the roots,
don't damage the original ones.
leave them to grow more flowers.
Keep the stem intact,
don't remove the thorns,
don't cut it in half,
leave the stem tall and full.
Learn to love the flower first,
then love yourself,
how you love this flower.
~Letters
For her,
P r o m i s e
Was nothing
but a lose
string of
meaningless
letters.
~Pen & Paper
My love,
I've come to know,
that
nothing
is impossible,
with a pen, some paper,
&
an endless amount of courage.
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Sierra Lynn
Aspiring historian. Fiction enthusiast. Lover of mystery.
Writer of macabre, fantasy realms, and historical ideals.
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