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Safe House

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I got a safe house,

and it’s not what you’d expect.

It’s made of paper,

and it’s hidden underneath my bed.

I got a safe house,

and it calls to me.

When I’m in the dark and all alone,

somehow it sparks a fire in my soul.

I got a safe house,

and it wraps its walls around me.

I’m on the sacred ground of poetry.

No lies, facades; it’s purity.

And when I’m at my lowest,

sinking down beneath the floor,

I ask God to come and save me,

but he gives me something more.

He gives me talent; He gives me a voice.

It may not come from my throat,

but it sure as hell speaks more.

Yeah, I got a safe house,

and I’ll camp out until the day is done.

I’m losing all my wars,

but the battles are always won.

Meet me at the safe house.

I’ll put the fire on.

We’ll get warm and settled,

and forget we are someone

who has doubts and problems.

Don’t worry, my safe house will solve them.

We’ll be okay,

in the arms of these words.

They’ll hold on and won’t let go

until we are ready and we know

that we can always come back

to the safe house.

Addict

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Let me tell you about the sad life of a sad addict.

She still seeks it, even when she has it.

And when she’s had it, she wishes that she hadn’t.

But when the sun rises, she’s right back at it.

She’s not addicted to the drug.

She’s addicted to the escape.

Depression is her catalyst,

and it’s fueling her mistakes.

For those who care to unravel it,

they’ll soon be able to see her fate.

A long, dark, and winding path.

She’s lost all vision and heading towards a crash.

When it’s all said and done,

she’ll have gotten what she wanted.

The death to her depression,

and another wasted lesson.

She chose it first, and it chose her last.

A downward spiral that happened all too fast.

Love is lost, and love is broken.

Her wants and needs will forever go unspoken.

It takes strength to tell another;

even more to ask for help.

Release the burdens of a mother,

and all the pain she has felt.

An impossible task, perhaps out of reach.

With the right support,

addiction might be beat.

Stay clear, stay healthy, and stay wise.

You’ll never know when there won’t be a next time.

Message in a Bottle

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Can I bottle up this stress?

Place it in a bottle and seal it tight?

Can I drop it into the depths of the ocean

and have it gone overnight?

Unload my burdens and my heartache,

and watch as we part ways?

If I had to write a message,

I’m not sure what it would say.

Probably reference a perfect storm,

one that wouldn’t drift away.

Although this seems ideal…

how would someone else feel?

When they open up this bottle

seeking treasure or hope,

only to find complaints, worries, and woe.

It’s the easy way out.

Staying on the shore while your pain sets sail…

off into the sunset; watching as they fade away

onto another person, onto another land, onto another sea.

As long as they’re gone, they won’t affect me.

Right?

Is it emotional immaturity, naivety, or insecurity that’s bringing me down?

Financial instability, lack of growth, or is it my loss of creativity

that’s hurting me the most?

Either way I spin it, I can’t seem to land

my feet on the ground.

No bottles, no life rafts, not a single soul around.

I can’t save myself and I can’t sink others.

I know that storm will linger.

I’ll stop running away and just take cover.

Vacancy

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I started writing this way back in January of this year. I finally finished it not too long ago, in June. Honestly, the delay is very fitting considering the theme of this poem. It’s been a struggle to declutter my head and the detrimental negativity that’s clouded my life. I’m here. It’s getting better. More rooms are opening up for bigger and brighter things, and the anticipation is extraordinary.

Cheers.

I’m in need of some vacancy.

My mind has been too full lately.

My trauma hasn’t paid a dime.

He’s committing theft, amongst other crimes.

My tenants have tunnel vision.

Endless sorrow, that’s their mission.

Depression occupies the big suite.

Anxiety rests on the balcony.

Paranoia guards the front doors,

with desperation as its floors.

Joy has been begging to come in.

The other tenants simply won’t let him.

They fear he’ll set the house on fire,

and he will leave no survivors.

What can I do to sneak him in?

I’d light the match and start over again.

I’d have love stay in the big suite;

creativity on the balcony.

Aspiration guards the front doors,

with motivation as its floors.

Joy fills the air in every room.

Finally, my soul will begin to bloom.

The fire that caused death,

bore life.

Second Star

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Why do you come back to me?

There’s a clear lack of consistency.

I try with you, and I fail.

We make plans, but to no avail… 

You raise my hopes just to shut them down.

I tell myself it’ll happen… next time around.

Why do you come back to me?

There’s a clear lack of consistency.

I’ve given you the benefit of the doubt…

just to get caught in the drought.

Here I am, always waiting for the rain…

knowing I have it all to lose, and nothing to gain.

Missing you is never easy.

Wishing now that you’d free me…

Why do you come back to me?

There’s a clear lack of consistency.

I blame my own desperation.

I blame needing validation.

Leave it to my damned imagination…

I thought you were different,

refreshing, and significant.

But why wouldn’t I? 

You overflowed me with lies.

Telling me that we had a chance;

forgetting to mention that it’s in Neverland.

You’ll never grow up, my sweet Peter Pan.

Yet here I am, still wanting to take your hand.

Second star on the right;

I’d still get lost with you, on any night.

Even though it’s hard for me to face…

the harsh reality that is our fate:

you come back just to leave me…

perhaps that is consistency.

Walk Away

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Pregnancy insomnia? Found a solution.

Just like the last poem, the first four lines came to me in a soft ballad-like tune. I think my baby is bringing out the musical side in me lately! Unlike the last poem, however, I sang every word while I wrote this one. It is intended to be a song, and a comforting one at that. I hope you enjoy this beautiful, and incredibly relatable, piece.

Cheers!

Baby, walk away with me.

It’ll be the last thing we do together.

Baby, walk away with me.

Promise it’ll all get better.

___

I’m just tired of the fights,

all the sleepless nights,

questioning who’s right,

and those painful cries.

___

Once, you were my best friend.

Thought I’d be your partner ’till the end.

Our love was something others couldn’t comprehend.

And when we fell, I rose to defend.

___

Baby, walk away with me.

It’ll be the last thing we do together.

Baby, walk away with me.

Promise we’ll both be better.

___

I’m just tired of the lies,

and all the empty whys,

questioning our tries,

and losing what was mine.

___

Once, we shared the best laughs.

We could be ourselves; no masks.

Our love was so strong, thought for sure that it would last.

And when I sank, you were my life raft.

___

Baby, walk away with me.

It’ll be the last thing we do together.

Baby, walk away with me.

Promise you’ll find another.

___

Our time has come for goodbye.

I’m scared if we wait any longer,

we’ll leave hating one another.

Let’s walk away out of love.

Let’s walk away with our trust.

Let’s walk away… it’s a must.

___

Baby, walk away with me.

Let me give you one last kiss before I leave.

Baby, walk away with me.

We’ll be better for this…

For this…

I believe.

The Water

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I’d like to take a second and talk about my current situation. Most people have wondered why I stopped writing/releasing poems. Well, I found out I was pregnant with my miracle baby, back in August of 2021. My son, Bear, will be in my hands come this April (2022). It’s been a tough road to navigate, pregnancy wise, as I am venturing on this journey alone. I had to stop writing for a while, and truly focus on my mental well-being, for the sake of my child. I’m just now starting to write again, and it’s a beautiful thing. I’m proud of myself for the choices I’ve made, and the ones I will continue to make. Thank you to the strangers who have continued to send me notifications of likes on old poems. Each one is a pick-me-up like no other. I am forever grateful to my readers, my supporters. 

This poem was written in under fifteen minutes tonight. The first four lines came to me, in a melody, before I took a shower the other day. I sent a voice recording to my sister, who graciously told me that the tune was now stuck in her head. I also sent her this poem as soon as I finished it tonight. She’s always read my work and responded, but never with a FaceTime call. She said she wanted me to see her face, because that’s how much she loved it. She fully understood the message in this poem, and I think as a writer, that’s all we could really ask for. I mentioned how long it took me to write this, because it’s a reminder to myself that poetry is second nature to me. It’s my home and my escape… all in one. I hate that I had to walk away for a while, but I think my return is even more powerful and meaningful than before.

Cheers to my own timeline. Cheers to my writing.

Most importantly, cheers to all of you.

Enjoy.

I came to terms with the water,

and how you left me to drown.

I came to terms with the water,

‘cause I swam myself around.

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I watched you leave on your boat.

And sail away with my love and all my hope.

Incomplete, yet set free.

How’d I let you get this hold on me.

______

I came to terms with the water,

and the current that you formed.

I came to terms with the water,

‘cause I was all I needed, and more.

______

I’ll never forget the water’s pull,

as it tried to suck me under.

I’ll never forget your smile,

your pure amusement, or your wonder.

______

I came to terms with the water,

and the sharks swimming at my side.

I came to terms with the water,

‘cause in the end, it wasn’t fear that kept me alive.

______

They waited just like you, 

for a drop of blood or two.

I never once gave in,

and let you all stay in suspense.

______

I came to terms with the water,

and how I made it my friend.

I came to terms with the water,

as I’m bound to swim in it again.

Shot of Serotonin

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I saw you, standing tall behind the bar.

Lady after lady leaned over the counter.

All of them as eager as I was to have a drink…

a drink, made by you.

I couldn’t seem to wedge myself into the line.

I tried, like a fool, to get you to notice me.

In no way was I as striking or assertive as them.

So, I accepted my loss in the back of the room.

There I was, standing alone, with a water in my hand.

Never had I felt so out of place.

Men came my way, and yet, I turned them all away.

It seemed you’d had as many empty conversations as I had.

There we were, both drowning in bottles of false flattery.

As the night came to a close, and all the people began to leave,

I finally caught you glance over at me.

That was my cue, and it was time for me to go.

As I searched for my keys in the bottom of my purse,

I saw you wave hello.

Instinctually, I tilted my head down and blushed.

As I made my way to the door, I heard your voice.

A tone mixed with masculinity and suaveness.

You yelled for me to wait, and that I did.

Before I knew it, you stood before me.

You asked for my name and how I was doing.

There I was, completely sober, yet getting tipsy.

It may have taken until the end of the night, but you still managed to pour me a drink.

A shot of serotonin, exactly what I’d need.

Twin Flame

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From the moment we met, we could feel the pull.

An uncontrollable magnet, bound to make our hearts full.

Within minutes we were kissing,

having never known what our hearts were missing.

We get lost in one another’s eyes.

As if it were our souls’ way of saying hello and goodbye.

We fell so quickly, so intensely.

Never taking a moment to catch our breath.

The more I saw you, the more I saw my reflection.

Every mistake, every trauma, every imperfection.

I became nervous and afraid,

with no one but myself to blame.

Facing your demons is never easy,

but together we could find their deeper meanings.

Embark on a journey of self discovery.

Know there’s always a safehaven in our friendship when things get tough.

I aspire to be better, as do you.

I aspire to be loved, as do you.

I aspire to be healed, as do you.

We don’t need to be together to admit that’s the truth.

As we watch each other leave, we promise to support.

I’ll gladly stand in your corner, never ever forced.

For what it’s worth, I wish you well on your path.

You’ll always have a home with me; no strings attached.

Aura

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If I had to name your colors,

I’d go with sage, navy, and maroon.

Peaceful, moving, and loving,

Exactly how I’d describe you.

Sage, used to cleanse and restore positivity.

With you, I speak freely of my traumas,

without judgment; without hate.

I’m coming clean, and you make it all sound better.

If only you burned with me forever.

Navy, representing the darkest of oceans.

The vastness of the unknown frightens most,

but those who matter, know the beauty underneath.

Like the waves, you need motion and freedom.

If only you’d let me sail on your waters.

Maroon, for your overworking heart.

Consistently giving, awaiting reciprocation.

I hope you know, the right one will come and take the pain away.

They’ll remind you how it feels to be safe and loved.

If only you realized that they were me.

If I had to name your colors,

I’d go with sage, navy, and maroon. 

Peaceful, moving, and loving.

I wouldn’t change a thing.