Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Peace

Peace

You are weightless, light as a hummingbird
Wind charging past, torrent of fear
Icy as fresh snow on Christmas day
Your wings outstretched, soaring over the Earth
Buildings as small as pebbles
Humans, nonexistent, riding the gust of life
Speeding, as if you were on the highway
Crystal blue, blank emotionless clouds
Turbulence making it a rollercoaster
Until
You
Plummet
And
Hit
Rock
Bottom
Is all hopeless? Is all lost?
You sink, currents pushing you side to side
Bubbles, carrying your protest rise while
You continue to descend
Air is sucked out of your lungs
Sand covers your mouth, eyes
You lunge forward, desperate
Accept failure, accept your flaws
Lightened without this burden of pain
You
Rise
To
See
Another
Sunset
Floating, weightless, staring at the sun
Not too high, not too low
You
Are
Finally
At

Peace

Namaste (Molly)

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Lies

Lie

No one can see what I see
No one can feel what I feel
No one can hear what I hear
No one knows what I think.

You simply cannot understand
All these emotions keep piling in
I don't address them, their voices getting louder
All of a sudden, tears are rolling down my cheeks
Screaming out of my mouth

I know things I shouldn't
I see things I shouldn't
I understand things I shouldn't
I know when you lie

Lies spilling out like a gutter of mud after a hurricane
Like water after a flood
Like beads rolling out of newly opened box
Like after you said I was your friend

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Thankfullness

For Thanksgiving,

Sometimes you need a little gratitude
You have got to have a good attitude
When I notice I have been feeling a little spoiled
I think of the kids in Africa living in soil
I think of suffering, all the pain
And I remember they are the ones still dancing in the rain

Thursday, November 9, 2017

I know

I walk inside
First thing I see is you
Screaming fills my ear
Chaos, wild thoughts
I almost feel a hatred fill my stomach
Toward you

Constant arguments
Jealousy, anger
Fills our hearts
How are we friends?
When I can't look at you

We each strive to be unique
My personality is mine
My heart is mine
My soul is mine
Not for you to take
Yet I feel you grasping desperately

Be yourself, not me
How can I be unique?
When you are always copying me

I talk to someone,
You listen
You do what we said
Anger fills me to the brim
I am a bomb ticking away
One day my immense Self Control
Will let go

Should I feel sorry,
After all, you must be lacking something
To always be trying to take it from me

Let me tell you something
I am going to be myself
You will never take my heart
Soul, uniqueness, creativity
Be yourself, or you are
basically
killing
yourself




Thursday, July 27, 2017

Emtpy

Dear Emptiness,
Why do you fill my heart so,
Why is it sucking out my soul
Making me sarcastic
Making everything I say empty

Everything feels worthless
Whats the point?!
Everything will die?!
Why do I feel empty?

Why is there a vacuum sucking out my emotions?
Are you causing this?
Or is the love that is missing?
Am I missing the thing

The thing that makes my blood run
My heart beat
That makes my soul reach out
 and connect with yours?

Before I felt full
I had what I wanted
What I needed
But now you left, leaving behind emptiness

It flashed by
Love, passion fire
Now all I'm left with
is nothing

Nothing but pain
Anything and everything
setting me on an edge
When I think, I can think of nothing

When I try to connect with you
I feel nothing
But...
What we used to have

But with using the simple word"nothing"
I am filling it up with something
Is it pain, Is it the loss?
Is it that I feel alone, surrounded by people?

Is why my tears come out
Without knowledge
As if even every nerve has left me
alone, surrounded by people

I am running on an endless wheel
A hamster to your trap
I think I get You now,
I think I know

Why love sent me this
This emptiness
This pain
This loneliness

Thank you, Emptiness
Namaste,
(Molly)



Thursday, May 25, 2017

Staring at the Sunflowers

So I wrote a short story about what life was like in Maui. Originally this was a joke between my mom and I but I turned it into a story I wanted to share.

Staring at Sunflowers
He paced excitedly in front of the door before barging in and yelling “I am in!”
“What!” His mother screamed before she hugged him, “ You are a cop now!” She ruffled his hair proudly.
“That's my boy !” said his dad ”Followin’ my footsteps. Your old man is proud of you, my son.”
“Yeah, I got sent to Hawaii, on Maui. Sergeant Curtis said I would get the case of the sunflower field. I think Sergeant Curtis hinted it was a murder. I leave in two days.”
“First assignment and this far ahead. When I was startin’ as a young’n, my first assignment was to vacuum the cop cars until I could get my own. Once as a young’n you used to  drive that little cop car off onto the street and you was pretendin’ to catch the neighbors in crime. You loved when old Mrs. Carol used to get  mail. You'd scream ‘,I got you red handed stealing.’ It was good those olden days but now you is a real police officer now.”
Tears started to form in his eyes at the thought of the exciting life ahead.
         *~*~*~*     1 week later    *~*~*~*
He entered the mess hall slowly slightly disappointed because this was nothing he’d thought it be. Life wasn't great but apparently, there was a rumor that the sunflower vandal had struck again. Boredom crept into his brain as he thought about another mindless day filling out pointless paperwork about people on the highway who drove at 50 miles per hour. Yay. He wanted to ask the sergeant if he could cover the case of the sunflower field alone.He walked over to Sergeant Jacob, his boss, and exhaled.
“Hey, Sergeant Jacob, I was wondering if I -I could, um oh gosh, uh, work th- on the case of the sunflower field, by myself” He stammered.
His great big bellowing laughed echoed in the empty mess hall.
“Of course! Just head over there at 7 am sharp and watch the fields for any people trying to come in. I would bring some coffee because you'll be out there 24/7. Try to sleep in 5 hours increments to make sure no trespassers can sneak in.”
“One last question Sergeant Jacob, what is the murder mystery case all about?”
“Murder Mystery! Wow, I  haven't had a laugh like that in a while.” He says gasping for air after his laughter had subsided.”I don't know where you got the idea of a murder mystery. That’s ridiculous! Some people were stealing sunflowers and drawing smiley faces on them.”
“Stealing sunflowers”
“Yep”
“I am going to be outside 24/7 to watch people to make sure they don't steal sunflowers.”
“Yep”
“Oh man”
“Yep”
Tomorrow at 7 am, he arrived at the sunflower field. He parked his car and pushed the door open mindlessly until something caught his eye.A group of teenagers was standing in the field taking selfies for their Instagram. He shooed them off the property but then spent the rest of the day sitting in his car on his phone searching up some entertainment. Finally, at sunset, his eyes drooping in boredom he made his way into the sunflower field. He then took a selfie of him kissing a sunflower with a smiley face on it facing the sunset. Once he posted it, he relaxed in his cop car to wonder why they needed a policeman to watch sunflowers. He didn't think a lot of interesting things happened on this lonely desolate island so the sunflowers must have seemed like quite the bang and trend.
He sighed in his disappointment and dreaded telling his father. The only thing good about this island are the beaches and waterfalls. He fell asleep dreaming about chasing criminals in the alleyways of New York, as a real cop, something that would happen later in his future he hoped.



Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Empty

Empty
Your words are empty
You are jealous
I don't listen

But what is that in my heart?
Like a twinge of pain when you say that
It can't be true

It replays, replays, replays, replays
Is it because I was mad?
Is it because you were mad?

I can't let myself listen
I have to dump out the dirty water
Don't let it get to me

You snap at me
A quote you  come up with
To me it makes no sense

Then you write it down
Angry at me, pride in your writing
Then you reread it, as if, to reassure yourself

I tell myself, to let it go
But yet the pit stays in my stomach
The needle becomes a hammer, then I’m holding the sky

Is it fair?
No
Do I like it?
You say you know me
You think I don't understand
Maybe I don't... but  you definitely kill me with misunderstanding

This is the last time
I won't do it
But I guess my words, thoughts are...
Empty