mcc - Hello Poetry

Wind in my hair Fingertips grasp for the sunlight through the looking glass All of these places (empty spaces) and all of these people (blurred faces) are so beautiful to drive by, but will I ever want to stop?

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Apr 6, 2015

Apr 6, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC

mcc

Tires on Pavement

Wind in my hair Fingertips grasp for the sunlight through the looking glass All of these places (empty spaces) and all of these people (blurred faces) are so beautiful to drive by, but will I ever want to stop?

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I'm drowning In the American Dream. Everything here Is not what it seems. Is it your dream To be shot on the street? Is it your dream To not be able to breathe? This is what we are. This is where we are. This is some American Dream. So stand with me, Raise our hands. "Don't shoot." We say. But what does that do? As long as the guilty walk free, And the innocent can't be, We are stuck in this American Dream. Please get me out. Take me away. This is a nightmare. Hold your breath, And raise up your hands, And pray to God That man won't shoot. Is this all we can do? m.c.c.

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Feb 6, 2015

Feb 6, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC

mcc

The American Dream

I'm drowning In the American Dream. Everything here Is not what it seems. Is it your dream To be shot on the street? Is it your dream To not be able to breathe? This is what we are. This is where we are. This is some American Dream. So stand with me, Raise our hands. "Don't shoot." We say. But what does that do? As long as the guilty walk free, And the innocent can't be, We are stuck in this American Dream. Please get me out. Take me away. This is a nightmare. Hold your breath, And raise up your hands, And pray to God That man won't shoot. Is this all we can do? m.c.c.

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We let each other in over Facebook message. It seemed so important in the moment, but some piece of me knew that once we got back to school, it would all be forgotten. We talked about things like our tiny opinions made a difference, like we had some insight into the world that others had yet to discover. How big we thought we were, how shining, how important, in that one little moment. But eventually our brains tied up our hearts and reeled them back in. Our small, insignificant hearts were no longer kites flying in the winds of change, but rather just broken pieces of people among billions of others living on a planet among others circling a star among endless amounts of others, and we finally realized that our minuscule ideas about the world would be lost in no time at all. Even we would be forgotten, and that doesn't even have the space to be sad. Sadness implies a sort of importance that we lack.

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Dec 21, 2014

Dec 21, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC

mcc

Untitled

We let each other in over Facebook message. It seemed so important in the moment, but some piece of me knew that once we got back to school, it would all be forgotten. We talked about things like our tiny opinions made a difference, like we had some insight into the world that others had yet to discover. How big we thought we were, how shining, how important, in that one little moment. But eventually our brains tied up our hearts and reeled them back in. Our small, insignificant hearts were no longer kites flying in the winds of change, but rather just broken pieces of people among billions of others living on a planet among others circling a star among endless amounts of others, and we finally realized that our minuscule ideas about the world would be lost in no time at all. Even we would be forgotten, and that doesn't even have the space to be sad. Sadness implies a sort of importance that we lack.

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They told us we must go It's the opportunity of a lifetime They said But how do they know? Do you see them here? Among the empty stares And crowded stairs Do you see them here? So why do we all feel Like we brought them? They're here with us In our minds Filled with equations and Latin translations And these people They are there too, aren't they? Seeping into our thoughts We don't want them there, But are they the only reason we're here? We tell ourselves we came To get away from them But I think we all came To bring them with us To show that even though we are gone There is where we belong. We are all out of place So out of place, in fact, That we fit together perfectly Like a puzzle Each piece a part of a different picture But shaped to fit each other Redefined cookie-cutter children That's what we are The dough of our minds Has already been sliced But everyone tries their best to be different So they paint pretty pictures To display what is inside You are holding my brush What do you see? Redefine me. m.c.c.

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Oct 16, 2014

Oct 16, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC

mcc

Redefine Me

They told us we must go It's the opportunity of a lifetime They said But how do they know? Do you see them here? Among the empty stares And crowded stairs Do you see them here? So why do we all feel Like we brought them? They're here with us In our minds Filled with equations and Latin translations And these people They are there too, aren't they? Seeping into our thoughts We don't want them there, But are they the only reason we're here? We tell ourselves we came To get away from them But I think we all came To bring them with us To show that even though we are gone There is where we belong. We are all out of place So out of place, in fact, That we fit together perfectly Like a puzzle Each piece a part of a different picture But shaped to fit each other Redefined cookie-cutter children That's what we are The dough of our minds Has already been sliced But everyone tries their best to be different So they paint pretty pictures To display what is inside You are holding my brush What do you see? Redefine me. m.c.c.

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This place is already tainted with memories of you I've only been in this place for a few weeks But already, I find it hard to breath Thoughts of you come to me Just walking around On this hallowed ground And I imagine life with you Life without you How different those two things really are These few acres Of tear-stained concrete Would be empty If I did not know That you too Were walking on these grounds Somewhere If not beside me Then near me Each blade of grass Each flower Each fallen leaf Each ripple in Each puddle I see around this old place Is now infected with the virus of your heart Never again to recover Only to slowly wilt Until nothing is left to see And it's only you and me m.c.c.

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Oct 7, 2014

Oct 7, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC

mcc

Too Soon For Memories

This place is already tainted with memories of you I've only been in this place for a few weeks But already, I find it hard to breath Thoughts of you come to me Just walking around On this hallowed ground And I imagine life with you Life without you How different those two things really are These few acres Of tear-stained concrete Would be empty If I did not know That you too Were walking on these grounds Somewhere If not beside me Then near me Each blade of grass Each flower Each fallen leaf Each ripple in Each puddle I see around this old place Is now infected with the virus of your heart Never again to recover Only to slowly wilt Until nothing is left to see And it's only you and me m.c.c.

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If you love the leaves I am winter If you're full of songs I am silence If you love the rain I am the desert If you are the good I am the evil If you are beautiful What am I? m.c.c.

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Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC

mcc

If you

If you love the leaves I am winter If you're full of songs I am silence If you love the rain I am the desert If you are the good I am the evil If you are beautiful What am I? m.c.c.

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I'm not so sure I believe in fairytales anymore They're so far-fetched, Finely etched Into tombstones of color My mother used to tell me I'd be loved someday But that could never be I mean, just look at me Sitting here All alone Constantly checking my phone Knowing he didn't call Knowing he never will But wanting it so bad, it's almost real Prince Charming took one look At my face full of grief And decided that was enough to leave He found another girl, I'm sure of it. How could he not? He's so full of it Telling girls he's the only one Their fairytale has finally begun And they believe it too Until it ends of course He gets bored And leaves Or finds someone better And leaves Either way Prince Charming ran away And I'm left with No hopes No dreams Not even fairytales To put me to sleep. m.c.c.

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Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC

mcc

My Fairytale

I'm not so sure I believe in fairytales anymore They're so far-fetched, Finely etched Into tombstones of color My mother used to tell me I'd be loved someday But that could never be I mean, just look at me Sitting here All alone Constantly checking my phone Knowing he didn't call Knowing he never will But wanting it so bad, it's almost real Prince Charming took one look At my face full of grief And decided that was enough to leave He found another girl, I'm sure of it. How could he not? He's so full of it Telling girls he's the only one Their fairytale has finally begun And they believe it too Until it ends of course He gets bored And leaves Or finds someone better And leaves Either way Prince Charming ran away And I'm left with No hopes No dreams Not even fairytales To put me to sleep. m.c.c.

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I understand I understand why you chose her Just look and you’ll see She’s so much more than me She has everything Hair so soft And eyes so blue And all she wants is you So go Find your way Leave me here And never turn away From that girl who can’t take her sapphire blue Eyes off of you I’ll be okay I’ll be alright Lying in my bed Alone at night Sure, I’ll think of you But I’ll always know I did something right Letting you go. m.c.c.

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Aug 23, 2014

Aug 23, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC

mcc

I Understand

I understand I understand why you chose her Just look and you’ll see She’s so much more than me She has everything Hair so soft And eyes so blue And all she wants is you So go Find your way Leave me here And never turn away From that girl who can’t take her sapphire blue Eyes off of you I’ll be okay I’ll be alright Lying in my bed Alone at night Sure, I’ll think of you But I’ll always know I did something right Letting you go. m.c.c.

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I wish I could hate him I wish he could fill me with a fiery desire To eat his heart out, Chew it up And spit it to the ground But that was last year That was the boy who I always hated The one I convinced myself I loved Because I hated him so strongly This boy is kind He is good to me And everyone else too So when he doesn’t reply Or makes me feel unwanted I don’t even have it in me to feel angry But I am angry, Just not at him Because how could I ever be? He is the boy to put his arm around his mother While picking up his brother And holding him close But that anger is still there And I struggle every day To find someone to be angry at, But at the end of each day The only person I’m left with Is me. So when a few ask Why I don’t love myself I tell them, “It is because I’m in love.” Usually when I state this fact They look confused and turn away But if they were to listen a bit longer They would hear me say, “But he doesn’t love me.” m.c.c.

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Jun 29, 2014

Jun 29, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC

mcc

Angry Love

I wish I could hate him I wish he could fill me with a fiery desire To eat his heart out, Chew it up And spit it to the ground But that was last year That was the boy who I always hated The one I convinced myself I loved Because I hated him so strongly This boy is kind He is good to me And everyone else too So when he doesn’t reply Or makes me feel unwanted I don’t even have it in me to feel angry But I am angry, Just not at him Because how could I ever be? He is the boy to put his arm around his mother While picking up his brother And holding him close But that anger is still there And I struggle every day To find someone to be angry at, But at the end of each day The only person I’m left with Is me. So when a few ask Why I don’t love myself I tell them, “It is because I’m in love.” Usually when I state this fact They look confused and turn away But if they were to listen a bit longer They would hear me say, “But he doesn’t love me.” m.c.c.

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What am I ever to do When even my Plan B Does not choose me? Shall I be left alone To face the world One step ahead the rest? Or shall I take a step back And trail behind Watching others’ happiness? He, oh he Was my Plan B, But even he Hurt me. So what am I ever to do? (I wish I could say this is new) Me, I don’t have a clue… m.c.c.

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Jun 23, 2014

Jun 23, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC

mcc

Plan B

What am I ever to do When even my Plan B Does not choose me? Shall I be left alone To face the world One step ahead the rest? Or shall I take a step back And trail behind Watching others’ happiness? He, oh he Was my Plan B, But even he Hurt me. So what am I ever to do? (I wish I could say this is new) Me, I don’t have a clue… m.c.c.

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