Pooka Mitchell
Bio
I love poety, crazy stories and to make ppl laugh. Using my imagine to please other is the best feeling in the world. 🌏 hope you enjoy
Stories (5/0)
In the Grave
I feel like I'm drowning. Every secret and feeling I ever had has been pounding against my skull like a fist to a face. Trying to deal with every triumph in my life and still make sure the ones I love the most are ok is keeping me from who is really important... Myself. I'm constantly being asked why because of so many things I haven't done but not once have I gave my true answers. I want everyone to grow with me but instead I'm just digging my own grave. 1 foot... 2 foot... 3 foot ... 4 foot... 5 foot... 6 feet under.
By Pooka Mitchell5 years ago in Poets
Dear Father
I wish I were as happy as I seem. I wish I were the perfect daughter you wanted me to be. I wish I truly believed in ... myself. I wish upon a star. Growing up with all I knew was my father as my protector, provider, my friend. But times have gotten tough and your little girl is growing up. I have to build my own strength. Try to stand on the two feet you helped to walk. Time to move on to grow. Im running without making a move I'm stuck in this one place to protect you from yourself.! Over the years the roles have switched and I'm the mother to you but as I spread my wings to fly I wish you no disappointment!
By Pooka Mitchell5 years ago in Poets
Curse!
Waking up feeling like you are repeating the same day over and over again. You try to distract yourself but you have the same thoughts and memories. Pain that you have had bottled in for so long is finally at its peak. You swallowing your pride for the first time just isn't enough. Every day you try to move forward in life but when you finally start to see the light you are flooded with everything you were trying to hide from. Keeping quiet isn't enough. Taking out your anger won't help... But crying is now. Something you haven't done for so long that when the pain was in your face you couldn't show it. Then you found your trigger... Boom! Is this how it ends...
By Pooka Mitchell6 years ago in Poets
That's Deep
The Struggle, Deepness, Depression, and Kill life is taking over so grab a shield. You say you're from no set but they take you still. Red, Blue nation not about that life. Born in the ghetto with everyone I know. Before school and work mothers treated dirt. Kids on the floor niggas on the kitchen table. Guns pointed at babies at birth what you thinking. People getting shot on their front porch that's the life I live and it hurt. So if you don't know the struggle that's real don't say life is hard until you're living where they kill!
By Pooka Mitchell6 years ago in Poets
Slit
As I sit awake and bed I watched as my father turns into mom, kid, and sir who rapes me. I never know what to expect and I'm always alert because I never know the next person knocking on my door. Hey Kate do you wanna play? Well I'm your friend so open up anyway I dash to the door with a smile on my face... Hey kid!, Hey kid! Do u wanna play? You. You may be my only friend it's just the body you're in walk away for one minute and your mommy again. Honey its late it's time to go to bed your father wishes you good night and so does your friend. As I took in and start to close my eyes mother walks out and there again is my horrible surprise. Sir not tonight I promise I'll be good I won't yell nor scream even though I feel I should. The next morning I wake up with hurts and pains I make breakfast for my friend but add something a little strange. 30 minutes go by and my dad comes walking in with a smile on his face. Kate how have you been is what he states. He turns to his left drops to his knees and screams Kate what have you done by then I've ended my own pain slits down my wrist as my eyes roll back he holds me and says you were all I had.
By Pooka Mitchell6 years ago in Poets
