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Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013
John Sixteen : Thirty-Three,
says "[we] are told these things so that [we] may have peace".
I know it is hard to comprehend sometimes,
sometimes it is hard to even perceive-
because these troubles keep persisting, trying to break us down,
by taking advantage of our humanity.
Yes, the roaring lion often succeeds,
instead of looking to the heavens above,
we choose to chase after worldly things.

Our biggest trouble in this life is that we
fail to recognize that sometimes-
you have to fold your hands
and close your eyes
to truly see.
Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013
I'm jealous
just thinking about how
you haven't always been
mine,
you're lucky,
that I've always been,
yours.
Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013
There He Stands.
With the appearance of a man.
Simply watching all of the plan unfold.
Truth be told, he seems normal enough.
Yet before those gentle eyes, the whole world has fallen-
is desperately calling, waiting to be lifted up.

There He Stands.
Beholding man.
A tear slides down His beautiful face,
and lands in His outstretched hand.
And now He is reaching, without speaking,
extending an offer we cannot, the world could not
possibly fathom, or even begin to understand.

Here, the world trembles.
Ignoring Grace and its' ultimate symbol,
doing the only things we believe we can.
We nervously chuckle, we cower, we wonder,
Pride will not allow us to acknowledge-
that this problem we have created has existed
since our time here began.

Here, we kneel.
Brought to our knees,
praying, pleading:
"Please, I cannot help myself, I am only a man."
Simply smiling,
He reaches down,
piling,
the world on His divine shoulders,
allowing Sin's nails to pierce His Holy hands.
I wrote this poem for an English class in high school. Our assignment was poetry, and since this poem was faith-based I thought it was the best one to present to my fellow classmates at a Lutheran school. Feel free to comment, positive feedback as well as criticism, as long as it is constructive, are welcome.
Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013
The line between courage and cowardice has been blurred.
Perched on a cliff of confidence, we sit.
Looking at cowardice below.
How absurd that none recognize the danger which may await.

We utter words which we do not truly think,
Misguided by the thoughts of others, we talk.
Looking like fools, we write our own thoughts in invisible ink.
How ridiculous that none speak that which they feel, but instead let the thoughts of others dictate.

So who will break the chain?
Stepping out of line, we are changed.
Looking nothing like the over-confident fool we once were.
How strange that we now boldly preach the message which sanctifies and saves.
Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013
I've got this frozen heart inside-
at the same time,
that fire of desire is still burning me alive.
I couldn't level out these feelings if I tried,
so for now I'll cling to the few good memories you left behind
just to survive.

Thinking about those nights that felts so good I could've died,
and I did, now dealing with this ghost called conscience in my mind-
telling me I should quit this.
We were with it,
now "we" isn't,
and I was just one out of
God knows how many so-called b*tches
that you played, and now I'm enslaved-
by the idea of you and I.
Which now I know can never happen,
I realize everything you claim to be is one big lie.

But I am stronger than I know,
I am not your precious little prize.
I've got the courage to look right into your manipulative eyes.
I see straight through you,
through all the arrogance, the wrongful pride,
I look at the kid I thought I knew and see he never even existed,
so we can never coincide.

Perhaps none of this is true,
maybe it's not your fault or mine,
and you didn't intentionally ***** me over-
you're just
devious
by
design.
Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013
I am not disposable.
That's a fact, it's non-negotiable.
A fact, which right now you smirk at-
but I am not a servant, and
you're certainly not an aristocrat.

I am not expendable.
I wish proper etiquette was injectable,
because that's a vaccine you desperately need.
Caring and truly caring-
you need to learn the difference between those two things.

I am not nonessential.
You think you know me inside and out,
but you don't have the right credentials.
I try to understand your motives,
but your thoughts are cryptic and confidential.

I am not unnecessary.
You make yourself into two faces-
the object of all my affection, and my greatest adversary.
This situation is just a coal mine-
your treating me like I am these things is the canary.

These things are what I am not.
I should be paramount in your life.
Through your own actions you've proven these are all I am to you,
You've unsheathed a backstabbing knife.

I am here to stay.
Though you've nonchalantly tried to toss me away,
you will learn someday,
that I am not disposable.
Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013
I'm smiling while I am thinking about the good times-
at the same time, the pain is leaking from the corners of my eyes.
Suddenly all I can think of is how sick I am of all the lies.
I swore it would never come to this,
swore I could ignore the fact that you did not care,
ignore every time you ran to others
on the rare occasion that I could not be there.

Here I am staring at my ceiling,
realizing it is not you I need-
I just need a little healing.
And your hands cannot do that anymore,
in fact they never could.
Let all of this pain go, I know that I should.

I don't want to be simply an option.
I don't want to be your temporary fix.
What I want to be is free of these chains,
of all these games.
I want you to realize that more than my own,
it is your pain that I want to take away.
So I beg of you, quit playing around with minds,
For once in your life,
just give it to me straight.
Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013
Of course the truth hurt, but it is your lies that killed.
Honestly, honesty is a cup that you'll never have filled.
Since you're apparently incapable, I'll be the one who is real:
The colder than steel glances we share cut deeper than the one-sided feelings I still conceal.

Just let me teach you how to feel,
this time it'll be the right way, it'll be real.
Not with hands, but with your heart-
Eyes on me, I have this down to an art.

I think I just needed time heal,
my pride was hurt, the floodgates opened, you broke the seal.
I'm coping now, I'm over it, but let's make a deal-
You stop breaking hearts, if I teach you how to feel.

Just let me teach you how to feel,
this time it'll be the right way, it'll be real.
Not with hands, but with your heart-
Eyes on me, I have this down to an art.

I know exactly how to feel, the right way, it's real.
I've cared too little and way too much, so trust me- I know the drill.
I've loved, I've lost, wanted to help you live, wanted to ****-
But now all I want to do for you is teach you how to feel when things are real.
So tell me, darling, do you really know how it feels?
Mackenzie Vieth Jul 2013
The only solution is retribution.*
Here I am waitng for an execution-
when it is my heart that is filled with pollution.
Love has no constitution.
There are no written rules.
There is no reason,
there is no rhyme.
If you are lucky,
you realize that sometimes,
it is just not the right time.
The only solution is a revolution.
Here I am taking up arms,
when the only weapon I need is a successful resolution.
My mind was clouded.
War has no constitution.
There is no reason,
there is no rhyme.
I was lucky,
I realized that sometimes,
all a person needs is time.
Instead of me.
Perhaps someone out there,
is misguided too,
in planning my retribution.
Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013
I put my emotions in a bottle and sailed them out to sea.
Maybe they'll be carried away with all these thoughts of things that simply cannot be.
Don't patronize me. Don't you dare look at me and sigh.
And comfort me now? I had hoped you wouldn't try...

But the bottle is broken the moment you look me in the eye.
Mackenzie Vieth Jul 2013
Eyes closed,
I think to myself-
I just need a place.
A place where I can sit and think about,
all the memories I am unable to erase.
I need a bit of grace.
It is something that I crave, I am enslaved,
by all my past mistakes.
I need to be unchained.
I need to be freed.
I need breathing space.
Someone to clear the air.
Someone to calm my fears.
Someone to take my pain away.
My eyes open.
I am not a charity case.
I am a human being,
and it is in my own sins that I am encased.
I look at down at The Book, still amazed.
I've overlooked my safe place,
my refuge-
and now I see,
I have already been saved,
by His amazing grace.
Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013
I've chosen to immerse myself in you-
in every little thing you do.
It took so long for me to recognize the curse.
He made it his mission to coerce me,
He made it is mission to decide
every little move I made-
it all came down to wrong versus right.
I chose to submerse myself in my own thoughts,
ignore the facts that were in plain sight.
I was wrong about him,
all that was left was you and
you're all I need
even if all we would have is one night.
I've chosen to reverse,
I set aside my lonely curse
you're worth all the lies I had to sort though-
I finally found you in the light.
Yes, it was worth it to reverse this curse,
just so I could finally smile.
I've chosen to traverse this life with you by my side,
now I know all the pain was worth it-
I'm no longer entangled in the resentment my heart used to hide.
Now I see my future ahead of me,
and no matter how adverse,
I'll always be proud of my decision to reverse.
We are worth everything I had to go through,
I finally have happiness in my sights,
yes, it was worth it to reverse this curse,
just so you could finally be mine.
Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013
She's a little runaway.
never had much to say but-
one thing's for sure,
she's gonna make it somewhere, someday.

She's a little runaway.
never spoke up about his evil ways but-
one thing's for sure.
she's gonna make him pay, somehow, some way.

She's a little runaway.
never stopped dreaming about a better him but-
one thing's for sure,
she's gonna get a real man of her own,
and he's out there waiting, someplace.

She's a little runaway,
she's off the path, she's gone astray.
her original plans have all fallen away.
because of a new face, but
one thing's for sure,
they don't matter to her anymore anyways-
plans are for those who stay.
and she can't stand anymore pain.

So she starts to run away like always,
from the past, from all those tear-filled days-
when a new someone,
a new face,
grabs her wrist and asks her,
to stay.

But she's a little runaway.
he can't tame the spirit who refuses to be tamed.
so together,
they run away.
Mackenzie Vieth May 2014
I don't want to hear your voice.
I want to feel it
pulsing in my veins
running through my bloodstream
with every little
whisper.
Try
Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013
Try
I try so hard to run away from how you make me feel.
You know my true feelings, though I still seem melancholy.
You ask me why, but my lips are sealed.

It is not that the emotions aren't genuine.
My whole life all I've known is how to distance myself so I don't get hurt.
A defense mechanism, I'm a human iceberg.
Drifting,
floating,
the opposite way.
I just don't have the words to say-
I just don't have the courage to be-
happy.
So I do my best to be sad.

It's not fair to you,  
but before this sadness is all I ever had.
So it's what I expect.

I try to be distant still,
but my insides are screaming for these chains
that are freezing me to be broken.
I let my guard down.
You flash me that smile, and they melt.

Despite the small diamonds that you see
rolling down my cheeks,
you say, "Just please be happy... for me."
So for you I struggle to fuse who I am, and who I was.
I refuse to let past events make first love a catastrophe.
Mackenzie Vieth May 2014
Permanent bruises on my legs
(I'm a peach),
but I don't mind them.
Reminding me when I'm alone,
(that I wasn't)-
you left me sweet thumb-sized poems.

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