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Teddy Miller Poem
For every dream, there's a nightmare.
For every nightmare, there’s a story.
For every story, there's a teller.
For every teller, there’s a person.
Within every person, there’s a soul.
Within every soul, there’s a light.
Within every light, there’s darkness.
Within all darkness, there’s a nightmare.
Rather you’re looking at the sun beaming down on the flowers
Or watching from the back, counting the hours
If you’re dreaming of racing or flying
Or singing or spying
Rather you see the world in black and white
Or see every new thing as a source of delight
We all see the darkness, and we see it as true
I know this because I see it too.
The darkness in your head brings you nightmares
Maybe it’s speaking, or spiders or bears
You see when you close your eyes and you rest your head
You start to drift back into your head
You’ll remember that thing you did in 1st grade
You’ll remember you’ve got bills, yet to be paid
You’ll wonder how your ex could be so ignorant
You’ll wonder if it would change if you’d done something different.
But let’s all be honest, let’s open our eyes
This world may be scary, it may tell you lies
But I am awoken, I’ve moved past the grey
And I hope only the same for you one day.
Copyright © Teddy Miller | Year Posted 2025
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Teddy Miller Poem
Lockdown.
Lockdown.
Lockdown.
We’re all huddled in a corner, eyes squeezed tight.
The lights are all off, we’re deprived of the light.
Maybe if I keep my eyes closed it will all go away.
There is so much fear that words can’t even convey.
Lockdown.
Lockdown.
Lockdown.
My heart is pounding in my chest, my palms are sweating, and silent tears fall down my face.
What if today I became an officer's new case?
I hold my knees close, I feel the pressure in my chest.
This morning all I had to worry about was my Science test.
Lockdown.
Lockdown.
Lockdown.
I hear cries, heavy breathing, and the slight intercom hum.
The teacher keeps us silent, something we used to think was dumb.
The drills don’t prepare you for the deafening silence.
We never listened before, but now all we show is compliance.
Lockdown.
Lockdown.
Lockdown.
I smell the perfume of the girl next to me, whose face is tear-stained.
I get a whiff of the boy's cologne in front of me, I notice how his eyes are nothing but drained.
The smells mix with my teacher's favorite scent.
The class smelled like vanilla every day, calming as its intent.
Lockdown.
Lockdown.
Lockdown.
I taste the food I had before this horrid experience lingering in my dry mouth.
My stomach is churning, the food begging to come out.
I swallow hard with little strength left over.
I look at my teacher, searching for courage in someone older.
Lockdown.
Lockdown.
Lockdown.
I find nothing but fear in my teacher's tired eyes.
No matter the words of reassurance, we can tell they’re all lies.
There is no way of knowing what might happen next.
If I make it out of here today, what will be the lasting effects?
I’m scared, I’m exhausted. I want to go home.
I start to think the worst, my mind starts to roam.
My only wish right now is simple and easy.
Please, I’m begging, don’t let anyone forget me.
Copyright © Teddy Miller | Year Posted 2025
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Teddy Miller Poem
I’d follow you into the depths of the ocean
I have no idea why.
I've never had to deal with this emotion
But now my love for you spans well beyond our sky.
I would do anything and everything in my power to save you
This rule includes sacrificing my own life
I promise my love you are the one I will always come back to
We are written in the stars, my girl, one day you will be my wife.
You know me, inside and out, soul and all
You make me happy when I feel like I’ll never smile again
I don’t believe in God but for you, I would make that call
I’d pray to keep your love, down on my knees I’d give an amen.
I don’t know why you are the only one to make me feel this way.
I’ve never been one to get what others call butterflies
But with you my dear I get them every day
I would kill for you, sweetheart, should the need arise.
The way your dark hair cascades across your shoulders
Or how you always smile when I walk into the room
Your beautiful eyes seem to draw me in, they become my holders
I’ll always know the sound of your voice, even when I lay in my tomb.
Copyright © Teddy Miller | Year Posted 2025
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