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Sydney Gretha May 2018
she told me she knew the truth;
about heaven
and hell

she leaned in, like she had a secret to tell
then lit her cigarette with a scowl

she opened her mouth to speak
and her words sprung a leak

as she tilted her head back to laugh
I heard a collective gasp

what came out of her mouth had scared us all;
she said, there can't be a heaven ;
if we're already in hell
Sydney Gretha May 2018
1 drop
         2 drops
                     3 drops
                                   4
how many bodies have to hit the floor?
people say they're "sorry" and "disgusted" by the violence in the world but they don't do anything to change it. Activists are incredible but it's not enough - people in power need to step up.
Sydney Gretha May 2018
In an open field somewhere in the east
Where everything seemed at peace.
That feeling was like no other, with my thoughts and nothing else
As I looked down at the white petals I thought I’d lost myself

I started heaving and my vision blurred
I saw only the yellow centres, my perception stirred  
I couldn’t take it anymore
So I walked until the tears started to pour

Until I hit a place where I was alone
Then, I decided for the next few minutes, it would be my home.
I started exploding
The Galaxies in my head began imploding
And soon I was floating

My tears turned to rivers that fed the seeds
Of the yellow centred white leaves.
They grew larger and larger
Until I could feel my mind's departure

Like alice in wonderland falling down the rabbit whole
And all at once I felt whole

I was able to do all the things I felt I’d missed out on ;
I went back to a time when I wasn't so sad
When I hardly ever got mad.
I saw my friends and didn’t have to try so hard
I saw my dad, we were playing in the backyard

I didn’t worry about being anyone else
My grades and my body didn’t need so much help
All of a sudden the love of my life was there too, back when he was chubby and I was still 5 foot 2.

And finally I felt like I could breathe
Like the clock stopped ticking and I didn't have to rush or leave
I no longer felt like every day was wasting away
And no longer wished I could run away
I felt like it could be solved another day.

And my crying didn’t stop for minutes
It was the most uncontrollable feeling, there were no limits

But soon the petals started to shrivel and the yellow centers became brittle
And I knew it was time to go.

That little girl, I'd never get back
I knew it was time to, once again, face a reality of black

Short lived was my travel back into time
But even that minute could be the happiest of my life.
Funny how my saddest moment brought me the most joy
Maybe that’s what it takes for someone broken to enjoy
This was the best way I came up with to explain one of the most emotional days of my life.
Sydney Gretha May 2018
maybe he's a psychopath
maybe just an artist
maybe he's on a warpath
or maybe he's just heartless
Sydney Gretha May 2018
tell me about your twisted side
take me inside your web of lies
soak me in bleach just to prove,
that i would do anything for you
tell me you wish I were dead
then throw dishes at my head

show me how broken you are,
on our first date we'll be comparing scars
show me the names you chose for every star
then we'll fill our lungs with toxic tar
tell me you're close to finding God
but you spend your days high on drugs, for you are flawed

Let me indulge in your bad habits
I'll show you all that my mind inhabits
Confess your desire to jump off the highest towers
And these confessions I will devour

take me into your darkest hour
let's listen to 90's rock while we strum guitar
strung out and on the verge of psychosis
we're both washed out
caught in each other's hypnosis

not sure who's the predator and who's the prey
but i love you more every day
if I'm crazy and you're crazy too
nothing can be real between me and you

so we hold onto the sadness and shouting
knowing without it we'd be drowning
but there's no passion stronger than between us two
and the most lonely peaks have the highest views

our music comes from broken souls
and our love, to our sadness has formed a mold ;
unable to survive or thrive alone.
if the joker had a type maybe I'd be someone he liked
Sydney Gretha May 2018
May 3rd
17
I hope you're not as stupid
I know you are
Sydney Gretha May 2018
the sunset has a warm orange hue
and my eyes are stuck to it like glue
i could lie here forever
content in my foolish endeavour  

unable to feel worry
for the first time in forever i feel happy
conscious enough to cry
and sure enough a tear falls from my eye

tipsy is where you'll find me,

looking through the lens of happy
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