Category: poems

Every action brings a new storm
Each one different than before
Some are good, some are bad
But neither you can ignore

But it’s not about the storm itself,
It’s about what you do when it comes.
Do you run for the hills,
Or do you stay and raise your guns?

Do you embrace the storm,
Or do you run to go hide?
Do you face the thunder,
Or are you scared to decide?

Do you warn others about the storm,
Or do you just think of yourself?
Do you try to help those struggling,
Or do you ignore them as well?

Do you let other people help you,
Or do you push them away?
Do you ask others for help,
Or do you not care what they have to say?

And while you’re thinking about this
The storm is still there.
Just waiting in the shadows,
It’s really not fair.

The storm isn’t going away,
So what’s your move?
The choice is yours,
Have something to prove.

Bio: My name is Summer Miller. Life’s really been knocking me down a lot lately, and I haven’t had an option but to get up. Hopefully this helps somebody do the same.

The pain that lasts forever is
One that creeps up behind you
And sends shivers down your spine
Almost like a ghost

One that haunts you forever
It watches you when you sleep
It hangs over you at all times
And even if you can’t see it, it’s there

It comes when it sees you happy
And it takes it all away
Just like it took you away
Those days many years ago

Pain that lasts forever is
In the memory you’ll never forget
The tears that never dried and
The screams that were never heard

It comes to you suddenly
And it’ll destroy you once again
It’s the pain no one talks about
But the one we all know about

It’s the pain that takes your breath away
And your smile too
It’s not quite like a break up
Or your friends and family dying

It is just a thought
A distant memory
Of hands where they shouldn’t be and
Little brown bouncy curls

And little teeth
And the fake kitchen I used to play in
And the little scooby doo glasses
And a school uniform

And little princess heels
And polly pocket dolls
And a white cat
And a third story bedroom

It is
The pain of the past
That has now become the present
And will soon enter the future

It is timeless
It is the shadow that stands behind you
And it is the reflection in the mirror
That looks back at you

screeching melodies
ricochet inside your mind
inhale the freedom

blur the lines
between happiness
and a futile high

flying among the stars
watch the world
destroy itself from above

back down like a flaming meteor
crash into the ground
and watch the high fade away

March 2nd, 2005 is when my world stopped
I got called to the front office when my dad told me the news
It didn’t feel real at the moment I didn’t know how to feel

How do I tell my younger siblings who are only 2 and 5?
How do I make it make sense? at 9 years old I had to answer questions I was not ready for

I wanted everyone to stop hurting,
So i tried to take all the blame
I quickly became the most popular kid in school…what a weird claim to fame

Through it all, I refused to grow cold
That whenever a friend was struggling in life, I always offer my hand to hold
My jacket, when its cold

I still struggle with letting relationships go
I find it difficult to say no
But I promised my mom I’d continued to grow

So forgive me when I say “Be Safe,” “Drive Safe” every time you walk out the door
or go to the grocery store

I just know too well how life can give you more than you can pay for

Saying there is a hole
in my heart would imply
you complete me.
No, that isn’t so.

Better for me to say
the space for you remains,
but your belongings are

You will visit, but not stay.

Hearing my voice echo
off the walls
will take getting used to.
The distance
I made between us
will take getting used to.

My solace will come in
the rearranging,
the redecorating,
the repainting.

My solace is that
I will eventually adapt.

I dreamt
one night
of a deep blue wood
whose canopy
revealed little
beyond its keep.

Eyes forward
and around
an orange glow
from the ground
found deciduous
in its hold.

The air stood still
in its quietude
the sovereignty
within silence

I have sensed this place
many times before
but never
have I
been shown
the hallowed grove
where each chapter
is kept
the preservation
my script.

This arcane wood
has been waiting
for me
the author’s chair
to be this close
as close in
as can be
and let pen
and page
finally speak.

Green Light

Echos of your soft soul leave me yearning,
Whispers cascade of your presence,
Broken fragments of flames burning,
The smell of sweet peas and pleasance,

Fostering the mirror of your grace,
Belief that I could soak up your sunshine,
Desiring the warmth within your embrace,
Pondering on the holiness in your divine,

Losing sight of my own truth and belonging,
Fires in my heart intensify through your being,
Growing this unpredictable sense of longing,
For your love so confining yet so freeing


Passion pumping through my veins,
delicate flowers under my lace,
feeling the chaos behind the chains,
madness brewing at the taste,

Hunger devouring my senses,
amist the fog, I lost control,
melting away each and every defense,
my heart filled with gold,
remembering that it is whole

I suppose if I had a positive thought to cancel out each negative thought, i could use that concept to create a lifetime of chasing purpose.
When things get rough, If I could convince myself of a better tomorrow.
When I feel lonely if I could convince myself of having people who love me.
When I get cold If I could convince myself that summer is around the corner.
If I get hungry that I could convince myself to eat,
When I get tired, that I could convince myself to rest.
if I could turn my hopelessness into hopefulness.
If I could just convince myself that there’s these simple solutions to all my problems then I can convince myself to hold on
Another day.

Gently it falls
Water drifting on the wind.
Coming to rest like feathers on the warm summer grass.
It makes no sound as gravity reigns.
The cycle, inevitable and undisturbed.

The kingfishers at hunt
Taking their place above the dimpled lake.
Patiently, with strong wings
They need only do what nature asks.

So let it be here.
A request so gentle
In the silence of the storm
With the wisdom of the birds
Where thoughts fade into breath
And worries are carried off on swift wings.

How does something so beautiful
Turn ugly so quickly
How does one moment
Open your eyes so clearly

They say love blinds you
I never thought this to be true
Until I looked in those blue eyes
And was completely consumed

You had me fooled for so long
Made me believe all these things
Only for me to realize
You were crushing my wings

I wanted to fly
I wanted to be free
So I shut you out
And threw away your key

I wanted to find myself
I wanted to be happy
I gave it everything
Hurt myself so badly

I gave you the best parts of me
And what I got in return
Was a sorry excuse for love
So I lit a match and watched us burn.


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