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Shylynna Sperry Poem
wouldn't have cared
if it wasn't for the way you disappeared
or when you disappeared
or even who you were to me
you were my sister you disappeared due to getting in
a car accident at 2 o'clock in the morning
boy what a way to wake up the day
before your birthday
December 31st of 2015 is one day
i will never forget
waking up to my mom screaming like she was getting raped
to walking into the kitchen to three police officers
my mom screaming bloody murder
in my dads arms and my grandmother
standing there telling what happened
me wanting to just be by myself
but having a caring grandmother
and father they didn't let me
be alone that day or that night
the thoughts and endless nightmares
i had and continue to have or
the tearful nights i cry myself to sleep
because i am thinking of a way i could have saved you
or my last words to you
just kill me just the thought that your just gone
or the night i had so much anger and sadness
built up it drove me to take a thumb tack off my wall
and dig it into my skin just because the thought of you being gone kills me
but luckily i asked for help.
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one day you may wake up look in the mirror and tell yourself your hot
but another you may point out everything that is wrong with you out
and ask yourself where did i come from to not be perfect
the day you tell yourself you look hot you notice how you glow without make-up
or your hair looks better messed up in a messy bun or a messy pony tail
or how you look better in pj's rather then regular clothes
then another day comes at you like a hurricane you notice everything that is wrong with you like the normal acne every kid has or that your hair looks messed up and dirty or that you look better in jeans rather pj shorts
or you look better in a big shirt rather then in a tight pj top
or that you look better with make-up then without
you may wake up decide not to do anything with yourself and go out
and then you see your reflection in a window or mirror and suddenly hate the way you look
you decide to go home and get ready throw on some new clothes fix your hair and do your make-up and then go bacl the where you were or to a different place and thinking to yourself dang i look hot every guy must be starring
this is to the girl in the mirror whether you think your hot or not just remember not everyone's perfect be the only you, you can be and express yourself the only way you know how just be you.
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Shylynna Sperry Poem
Dear grandma i am loved
The day you stood there in front of me saying no one loves me
That day i realized you were just lonely or so i thought
People always told me you belong in this world for a reason
But what is that reason so my own grandmother can tell me i'm not worth it
For her to call me a slut because i have guy friends
I get it we come from two different generations, but that is no excuse
That is no excuse to call me a bitch because i want to be with my dad and not you
That is no excuse to say i need to be different then the way my mother raised my siblings
You sit there saying you love me one minute, but your story changes life the tide of the ocean
You can be the sweet and calm tide that loves me, but then another minute
You can be the rough and aggressive tide that will pull me in to take me down.
I don't talk to those guys because i am a slut
I talk to them because we are friends
I talk to them because without them i wouldn't be standing here taking your crap anymore.
Those guy keep me alive
Those guys make me feel special
Those guys are my friends
So Dear grandma thanks for showing me i don't need you
Dear grandma thanks for showing me the light i needed in my life
Dear grandma thank you.
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Happiness what is it?
it is when you can find pleasure in life
you may ask does happiness stay forever or is it temporary
there is really no answer to that
everyone finds happiness at a different point in life
some find it when there little some find it when they grow up and become old
some happiness comes early in life and then dies as you get older
or it may come early and stays
some happiness comes later in life when you find yourself
and you die with a heart of happiness
happiness comes in different parts of everybody's life because
everybody is different and that's a good thing
like coco Chanel said in order to be irreplaceable one must be different.
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Me and You a BOND so unbreakable
but yet still broken.
TIME passed a month went by
it was PERFECT so i thought.
we had a DEEP connection
but it was only one sided.
you started small by TICKLING me
then it got worse the TWIST came in.
you started TOUCHING on and in
UNINVITED areas making me SCREAM NO !!!!!!
your FRAGRANT stuck in my nose
your smell STOLEN from you to me.
you didn't understand you were BREAKING me
you broke my HEART so they said.
you started BEATING me
but i was SILENT and scared.
so i did nothing
and you got away.
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1 cut 2 cut 3 cut 4
Her body the canvas
She can't wait to explore
She picks up her brush
And paints red over the white canvas
1 cut 2 cut 3 cut 4
Her body the victim
Her murder weapon the killer
She slices the victim open
Not realizing you can't bring a dead body back to life
1 cut 2 cut 3 cut 4
Her body like wood and ashes
Easy to make, but hard to put back
She burns the wood to the ground making ashes
Not knowing once you burn the wood and it turns to ash you can't go back
1 cut 2 cut 3 cut 4
Her body like paper
Easy to tear, but hard to put back together
She picks up the scissors cutting the paper
She then takes the tape and tries to put the paper back together, but fails
Her body cut up and down
She then realizes she needs help
She reaches out, but no one is there
She cries in her room at night
Wondering what she did to deserve all this pain
She then took her life away like you would tearing a paper so easy no one cared.
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