Mariah Searle

April 22, 2023
3:17 pm

Your voice is booming like two windows down in the car, deafening. Vibrating through my skin. Making the hair follicles on my arms stand straight up.

Tension fills me.
Like a glass fills with water.
Slowly,
then
all at once

-why do you cry when people yell at you?

Since I lost my instagram page I will be posting here more💕After I graduate college next month I will be way more active!

The game of life

You’re stuck on a loop, over and over until you succeed
How many lives do you have inside?
Receive a gold star, momentum to continue?

As you progress, level by level
All the game overs, are worth the challenges
But is Reaching peach actually chasing yourself?

I am peach

I have to save peach

Mario chases to save himself.
From the loss of his love.
I am Mario too.

I upgrade, level by level
One step closer, add a grand star to my inventory.
Cruising through levels, highs and lows.
Life is like a game of mario
-M.S.

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Self love

I feel as though I need to love me more than I love others.
Don’t get me wrong, seeing others happy brings me such joy.
On the other hand taking care of myself should be my second nature.
Without another thought.

But I’m a caretaker, those I love become my world.
I have to take back the power, because I am my center.

I am my world.
I am everything I have ever needed and more.
I am a glass half full kinda girl.
I am growing and healing all at the same time.
I allow god and the universe to help me create the best version of myself.

Someone who I truly believe deserves all my love. Me myself & I
-M.S.

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Written: Fall 2021

Why do we grow up?

Sometimes, I wish I were still at the playground.
Not worrying about a single thing.
Besides being inside when the street lights came on.

Kids running around all directions.
“Last one there is a rotten egg”
Someone would scream,

Sneakers kicking up wood chips.
Bees buzzing around our heads,
As we run in fear, but laugh at our own silliness.

Thoughts of a child are fleeting.
Hearing the sing song icecream truck
Doo doo doo doo.

Like scavengers, we disburse rapidly.
Needing money from mommy,
or shaking every last quarter out of my piggy bank.

Going from a few kids, to everyone outside.
Sledding in the cold,
Bundled up in snow pants.

Trick or treating with friends.
Whose bag was heavier?
Ding D**g ditching,

The innocence we carried like a match,
ready to strike the flame of impurity.
Growing up changes you.

For better or worse.
The playground is gone.
Everyones moved away.

No one speaks.
The silence of the street,
echoes the memories of our childhood.

-M.S