sandra wyllie

sandra wyllie
Boston, Massachusetts, usa
July 11
I love writing and nature and psychology. Young at heart and love to laugh!


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JULY 31, 2014 8:03AM

"I'm a Babe In The Cradle"

Oh why oh is it myself I deny
when it is myself that I must rely?

Why do I need other peoples praise
to make it through these days?
I can't stand all alone,
too afraid of the unknown.
I'm a babe in the cradle.
I don't know that I'm able.
Will you rock me to sleep,
wipe these tears that… Read full post »
JULY 30, 2014 6:21AM


I walked for miles wearing the same old shoes.
And I looked around always so confused.

I didn't know that I could pick or choose,
not until the day when I had nothing else to lose.
So I scream here in pain; no one else here to blame.
But what does there remain? What is left there but… Read full post »
JULY 29, 2014 6:09AM

"Do You Only Want To Survive?

Sometimes we just go along
and stay where we don't belong.

So afraid are we to change,
to ourselves we are estranged.
Do you only want to survive?
Not I; I want to thrive!
Mediocrity sure looks rough.
Haven't you had quite enough?
Why be barely alive?
Excel and l… Read full post »
JULY 28, 2014 5:25AM


When I think of everything I do
I think I do everything for you.

It's all for you
and no one esle.
Don't think of myself.
You think it's fair
how I'm always there?
I'm always there but you don't care!
You are so into yourself
there's  precious room for no one else.
You are so into yourself… Read full post »
JULY 27, 2014 7:26AM

"Floating In My Bubble"

I don't always have much to say.
I might give myself away.
Don't know just what to do
when I'm with you.
When I'm floating in my bubble
you can bet I won't give you much trouble.
I'm just inside myself, so mellow.
I could slip through your fingers like jello.
When I'm floating in the air
it's becaRead full post »
JULY 26, 2014 6:29AM


There's a great big rising tower
that keeps blocking my own view.
But I have the strength, the power.
These wings more than once have flew!
And if I spend every waking hour
figuring out just what to do
I won't allow that to turn me sour.
I know I'm going to see things through.
Don't looRead full post »
JULY 25, 2014 7:36AM


I live in fear. I don't do all I want to.
Something holds me back all the time.
And I keep myself safe
because I never cross that line.
Oh, I have good intentions.
But good intentions rob me blind.
And I'll never go any further
until I learn to cross that line.
Is the risk that IRead full post »
JULY 24, 2014 6:31AM


I want you to relax your mind.
Don't want you to worry so.

The day is done; you're through the grind.
Nows the time for letting go.
Lay back, close youre eyes, and unwind.
Nows the time to take it slow.
Put all your thoughts and fears behind.
Empty out your cup of woe.
Peaceful angels will caress… Read full post »
JULY 23, 2014 8:14AM

"The Only Way To Learn"

If truth be untold would it still unfold?
I think its gravity would not let it be.
You think it unfair that the truth cuts square?
I think that one so wise could fit its proper size.
Does fitting an admission alter ones disposition?
The only way to learn is for oneRead full post »
JULY 22, 2014 6:36AM


Nothing here is ordinary.
All that is is quite extraordinary.

Wondrous are these things indeed!
Blowing in the wind, the tall, wild reed.
Passing overhead, a rambunctious flock.
A tiger hunts a prize on his nightly stalk.
When I look up at the stars that glisten
I think to myse… Read full post »
JULY 21, 2014 7:48AM


Don't be afraid of being yourself.
I won't get offended.
When there's nobody else
and you're left unattended
turn to me; I'm your friend.
Your soul you can bare.
There's no need to pretend.
I don't easily scare.
Don't keep things inside.
I know your expended.
I'm here to provide.
This is rRead full post »
JULY 20, 2014 8:31AM

"Are You Not Aware"

Where does truth lie
in a world so undefined?

I let out an exasperating sigh!
In your world I'm so confined.
You're a swinging door
that goes back and forth.
Yet tied tightly secure
and aptly to your berth.
Dare I try to budge you?
Would you move?
What sh… Read full post »
JULY 19, 2014 7:15AM


The heart is full of emotion,
the head full of reason.
But the little voice inside you
is one that is well seasoned.
Never a victim of passion,
needing no interpretation.
It instinctly knows what to do
in any given situation.
Rid your heart of sentiment,
your mind full of clutter.
Listen to yRead full post »
JULY 18, 2014 6:33AM


I have nothing to my name.
No bit o'luck to hide the shame.

No comforting word of one to find.
Only a strangle hold to surely bind.

I have nothing for I to claim.
I only have myself, my name.
And if I find myself in woe
I might find myself my foe.
I have nothing here to blame.
Blast myself!… Read full post »
JULY 17, 2014 6:09AM


I'm so afraid to lose time.
It slips through our hand

likes grains of coarse sand.
Blows away in the wind
off a salty sea shore,
and is lost forevermore.
And that is when
it turns into a memory and then
is played over and over again.
But touched with sadness
from what was bef… Read full post »
JULY 16, 2014 9:22AM


When do feelings become so complicated?
I'm sorry but it's not something needing to be validated.

Don't try to tear down that which you don't comprehend.
Because in all honesty I have the least intention to offend.
If something deep inside my soul has awoken
would it be less real, wou… Read full post »
"Could a Little Gleam Be All That It Would Seem"
Please give me a little shimmer
for one whose lights
gone dimmer.
Could a little gleam
be all that it
would seem?
I, myself a bit artful
shall enjoy
a sprinkle of sparkle.
To set the mood just right
throw off a ray
of light.
The warmth from&nb… Read full post »
JULY 14, 2014 7:24AM


Sometimes you need to go
in the opposite direction.
when it looks like you're going
the wrong way.
You made a bad connection.
The wind blew you off the path.
You went astray.
So you turn around and say....
I was going in the wrong direction.
I didn't see I was headed the wrong way.
But… Read full post »
JULY 13, 2014 7:32AM


The pattern is established well.
Same old thing. Can't you tell?

Some get stirred and some get pried.
And some just crash and collide.
The pattern is established well.
I can't take this living hell.
Repitition is such a chore.
I can't take this anymore.
I often have to wonder why.
Night after night… Read full post »
JULY 12, 2014 8:09AM


Some things don't turn out well.
But we color them in.
Make them prettier; it's easier to sell.
I know you've never seen
the real me.
I hide behind the paper screen.
Paper replicas of youth.
Carbon copied, the original
gone out with my baby tooth.
I'm just a paperRead full post »
JULY 11, 2014 6:05AM


Do they wish you well?
They know not of

your secret hell.
But since its your day
they all have to say
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
You've been living on a thorn
since the day you were born.
It's under you're skin.
You've been bleeding
since the day it went it.

Didn't you have dreams?
But t… Read full post »
JULY 10, 2014 6:38AM


I've been trying to get you to see me.
Not coming in too clear.
Wanting you to retrieve me
if you dare.
Waiting for you to receieve me.
But you're not aware.
The lonely girl sitting next to you is me.
Are you there?
I might as well be faceless.
Your eyes, a blank stare.
Maybe I'm a bit gra
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JULY 9, 2014 6:20AM


Everyone got their own unique situation.
Your reality is different than mine.

We go through our own system of filtration,
what we ourselves deem to define.
Sometimes we live in an illusion
that can play tricks on our mind.
When we suffer from delusion
the very truth is so much… Read full post »
JULY 8, 2014 6:18AM

"Between a Sapling And a Tree"

We're really not that different
as far as differences can be.
We're just in different stages
between a sapling and a tree.
We started out the same,
as seeds planted in the ground.
While some of us sprouted slowly,
others have abound.
Though some are well covered
producing much shade.
OtherRead full post »
JULY 7, 2014 6:48AM


Last night your odour I lively wore.
In each aching pore your scent, so present.

It kept me wide awake as it lingered.
Thoughts of you kept running through.
Hands so deft massaged me 'till was nothing left.
And bodies pasted in heat were soley wasted.
Parts cohere, stripped of themselves, bare.
No… Read full post »