mckenzie-ycmat - Hello Poetry

Dawn makes a welcoming appearance over the green mountains surrounding the valley. Tired eyes open wide to see the sky light up a baby blue, bringing back sudden childhood memories of laying in freshly trimmed grass. One slow but steady breath opens up lungs that hang dearly onto the new day air. Through a small bustle of trees and mountain sides, the horizon becomes a musky orange from both pollution and sunlight. Miles away, but close enough to see with the naked eye, city lights disappear one by one as natural light creeps it's way across the valley with every breath it takes. Both sounds of birds and industry hit eardrums to complete the scene. Sounds of cars starting and wives saying goodbye as suburban life wakes to mother natures call. It's a new day. All senses take it in with every second that passes by. The world is awake and singing good morning.

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Jun 29, 2014

Jun 29, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC

mckenzie-ycmat

View from the Porch

Dawn makes a welcoming appearance over the green mountains surrounding the valley. Tired eyes open wide to see the sky light up a baby blue, bringing back sudden childhood memories of laying in freshly trimmed grass. One slow but steady breath opens up lungs that hang dearly onto the new day air. Through a small bustle of trees and mountain sides, the horizon becomes a musky orange from both pollution and sunlight. Miles away, but close enough to see with the naked eye, city lights disappear one by one as natural light creeps it's way across the valley with every breath it takes. Both sounds of birds and industry hit eardrums to complete the scene. Sounds of cars starting and wives saying goodbye as suburban life wakes to mother natures call. It's a new day. All senses take it in with every second that passes by. The world is awake and singing good morning.

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You don't need to give your life to me because you think I want you to. You don't need to be kind or loving, But honestly, it is a pretty good thing to do. You don't need to pray everyday hoping to get into heaven, thinking it could be your last any day soon. Sometimes I worry that you don't live the way I created you to. Instead of praying for death, create your own heaven on earth, and do what you want to do You argue, and you bicker, and you fight. Everyone believing that they are the ones that know what's truly right. But maybe instead of praying for the truth Focus on the love you can give and go crazy like free youth. You don't need to worry about what I might think of you because most importantly you should always know that no matter what, I'll always love you.

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Jun 28, 2014

Jun 28, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC

mckenzie-ycmat

God's Perspective

You don't need to give your life to me because you think I want you to. You don't need to be kind or loving, But honestly, it is a pretty good thing to do. You don't need to pray everyday hoping to get into heaven, thinking it could be your last any day soon. Sometimes I worry that you don't live the way I created you to. Instead of praying for death, create your own heaven on earth, and do what you want to do You argue, and you bicker, and you fight. Everyone believing that they are the ones that know what's truly right. But maybe instead of praying for the truth Focus on the love you can give and go crazy like free youth. You don't need to worry about what I might think of you because most importantly you should always know that no matter what, I'll always love you.

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I sit in a single chair In my house of clear glass walls. My hands folded over a note in my lap I keep my head bowed. Black covers the room all around me for miles Yet small hints of light reflect off the glass The stars shine through my glass roof, But I do not look up to see them I keep my head bowed. I clasp the note with one hand and let it crumple into a small ball The edges of the paper pierce into my skin I quietly smooth it out I read the inked words in the dark Knowing them by heart From the corner of my eye I see a slim line of bright light The light suddenly begins to creep into the glass room and I look up. The sun is rising over the snow-capped mountains Outside of my glass prison. I can now see the field around me I am there and I can see and it is beautiful I stand and walk to the wall in front of me. The note flutters from my hands and I let it fall to the ground. I put one hand against the once cold glass, Now warm from the suns rays I look at myself in the reflection And look past my eyes at the coming dawn I raise my other hand into a fist and smash it hard against the glass. Blood runs hot from my mangled hand as the house shatters Like a fast ripple in a pond The air is full of falling glass, Each shard refracting and redirecting the morning's light. The fresh air fills my lungs and I smirk at the sun I’m gone The house is just many fragments of broken grass Around a note that says "Goodbye cruel world."

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Jan 24, 2014

Jan 24, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC

mckenzie-ycmat

I'm Gone

I sit in a single chair In my house of clear glass walls. My hands folded over a note in my lap I keep my head bowed. Black covers the room all around me for miles Yet small hints of light reflect off the glass The stars shine through my glass roof, But I do not look up to see them I keep my head bowed. I clasp the note with one hand and let it crumple into a small ball The edges of the paper pierce into my skin I quietly smooth it out I read the inked words in the dark Knowing them by heart From the corner of my eye I see a slim line of bright light The light suddenly begins to creep into the glass room and I look up. The sun is rising over the snow-capped mountains Outside of my glass prison. I can now see the field around me I am there and I can see and it is beautiful I stand and walk to the wall in front of me. The note flutters from my hands and I let it fall to the ground. I put one hand against the once cold glass, Now warm from the suns rays I look at myself in the reflection And look past my eyes at the coming dawn I raise my other hand into a fist and smash it hard against the glass. Blood runs hot from my mangled hand as the house shatters Like a fast ripple in a pond The air is full of falling glass, Each shard refracting and redirecting the morning's light. The fresh air fills my lungs and I smirk at the sun I’m gone The house is just many fragments of broken grass Around a note that says "Goodbye cruel world."

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He was stuck He was lost He was confused So he went searching He traveled He went to New York He went to China But still, he was searching He wandered the many cities He hiked Everest He walked the Coast But still, he was searching He was unsure He didn't know He wouldn't give up He was searching He went to a small town He found something He didn't understand he stopped searching He found her He felt complete He found his missing piece She was stuck She was lost She found him They stopped searching

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Dec 20, 2013

Dec 20, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC

mckenzie-ycmat

Searching

He was stuck He was lost He was confused So he went searching He traveled He went to New York He went to China But still, he was searching He wandered the many cities He hiked Everest He walked the Coast But still, he was searching He was unsure He didn't know He wouldn't give up He was searching He went to a small town He found something He didn't understand he stopped searching He found her He felt complete He found his missing piece She was stuck She was lost She found him They stopped searching

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Since I was young, I always dreamed of travel I would fantasize about climbing Mt. Everest Feeling the stinging cold of the wind hitting my face I would fantasize about studying with the monks of Thailand Learning how they spiritually survive And find peace Once I was in high school, I protested to everyone that I needed to get away I needed distance from my hometown To get out of the bubble of the religion That ran the town I grew up in I felt high school was like being trapped in a cage Fighting my way towards the light at the end of the tunnel Like a prisoner, serving a 12 year sentence Using nothing but a plastic spoon from the cafeteria Digging myself deeper into a hole That I knew would lead to freedom My first year of college wasn’t any better I learned the hard way that money really is The only way to survive this world And boy, it’s not easy to come by. And no matter how hard I tried, Something would happen to take it away Today, I’ve done my own share of travel I’ve gone from coast to coast of the United States I’ve gone to California to experience the laid back community And really become a pro on my surfing slang I’ve gone to New York City to see how magical the city can really be But also how easily it can take your spirits away Today, I’m living back at home Like I said before, money doesn’t come easy And I still want to get away, live somewhere else and travel Put a distance between my family and me My religion and me My friends and me My past and me But no matter how hard I try to fight it There really is nothing Like being back home.

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Dec 19, 2013

Dec 19, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC

mckenzie-ycmat

Distance

Since I was young, I always dreamed of travel I would fantasize about climbing Mt. Everest Feeling the stinging cold of the wind hitting my face I would fantasize about studying with the monks of Thailand Learning how they spiritually survive And find peace Once I was in high school, I protested to everyone that I needed to get away I needed distance from my hometown To get out of the bubble of the religion That ran the town I grew up in I felt high school was like being trapped in a cage Fighting my way towards the light at the end of the tunnel Like a prisoner, serving a 12 year sentence Using nothing but a plastic spoon from the cafeteria Digging myself deeper into a hole That I knew would lead to freedom My first year of college wasn’t any better I learned the hard way that money really is The only way to survive this world And boy, it’s not easy to come by. And no matter how hard I tried, Something would happen to take it away Today, I’ve done my own share of travel I’ve gone from coast to coast of the United States I’ve gone to California to experience the laid back community And really become a pro on my surfing slang I’ve gone to New York City to see how magical the city can really be But also how easily it can take your spirits away Today, I’m living back at home Like I said before, money doesn’t come easy And I still want to get away, live somewhere else and travel Put a distance between my family and me My religion and me My friends and me My past and me But no matter how hard I try to fight it There really is nothing Like being back home.

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Heaven is a big empty room yet full of imagination and memory. In heaven, god is silence. You sit in one lone chair, staring out at nothing In this big and empty room As you sit in silence on that lone chair You close your eyes. You are god in this big and empty room In your mind you remember your life The love, the hate Your rights and your wrongs. You not only remember your life, But you live it again Because you are God In this big and empty room Called Heaven

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Dec 18, 2013

Dec 18, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC

mckenzie-ycmat

Heaven

Heaven is a big empty room yet full of imagination and memory. In heaven, god is silence. You sit in one lone chair, staring out at nothing In this big and empty room As you sit in silence on that lone chair You close your eyes. You are god in this big and empty room In your mind you remember your life The love, the hate Your rights and your wrongs. You not only remember your life, But you live it again Because you are God In this big and empty room Called Heaven

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I don’t know how you do it But somehow I always go back to you I told myself you were the perfect fit After a décor of broken love before Sitting here all alone on this bar stool I drink my pain away I smile to myself as I lift my glass And begin to say Cheers darlin’, Too you and you’re lover girl I’ve got years to wait around for you I lied when I said I was ok I’m so shy I should’ve kissed you When we were alone I don’t know her I don’t know what she does for you But I don’t like her She stole you away from me She loosened up the ***** I leave this bar, into the cold rain I swear I can hear a wedding bell When I feel like I can’t hold it in anymore I curse the world, look up, and yell Cheers darlin’, Too you and you’re lover girl I’ve got years to wait around for you I lied when I said I was ok I’m so shy I should’ve kissed you When we were alone You act like you don’t know me Now that she’s in your life She made you look the other way and forget all about me Leave me be Set me free Cheers darlin’, Too you and you’re lover girl I’ve got years to wait around for you I lied when I said I was ok I’m so shy I should’ve kissed you When we were alone I don’t know her But I don’t like her Cheers darlin’ I’ve got years to wait…

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Aug 20, 2013

Aug 20, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC

mckenzie-ycmat

Cheers, Darlin'

I don’t know how you do it But somehow I always go back to you I told myself you were the perfect fit After a décor of broken love before Sitting here all alone on this bar stool I drink my pain away I smile to myself as I lift my glass And begin to say Cheers darlin’, Too you and you’re lover girl I’ve got years to wait around for you I lied when I said I was ok I’m so shy I should’ve kissed you When we were alone I don’t know her I don’t know what she does for you But I don’t like her She stole you away from me She loosened up the ***** I leave this bar, into the cold rain I swear I can hear a wedding bell When I feel like I can’t hold it in anymore I curse the world, look up, and yell Cheers darlin’, Too you and you’re lover girl I’ve got years to wait around for you I lied when I said I was ok I’m so shy I should’ve kissed you When we were alone You act like you don’t know me Now that she’s in your life She made you look the other way and forget all about me Leave me be Set me free Cheers darlin’, Too you and you’re lover girl I’ve got years to wait around for you I lied when I said I was ok I’m so shy I should’ve kissed you When we were alone I don’t know her But I don’t like her Cheers darlin’ I’ve got years to wait…

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I was hunted By the things I’ve done wrong I was placed on the evil side of the moon’s face I can not control my way I can not control your way I have seen my own darkness And now, I am just the rare child Everyone seems to forget

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Feb 24, 2013

Feb 24, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC

mckenzie-ycmat

Forgotten

I was hunted By the things I’ve done wrong I was placed on the evil side of the moon’s face I can not control my way I can not control your way I have seen my own darkness And now, I am just the rare child Everyone seems to forget

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I am confused I am broken But I am not lost I am boring Following the same routine everyday I know it's not forever But I am not lost I am living Walking on a crazy road Like Alice in Wonderland But I am not lost I am moving forward Never stopping I don't know where I'm heading But I am not lost I am alive I am free But I am not lost

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Jan 16, 2013

Jan 16, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC

mckenzie-ycmat

Lost

I am confused I am broken But I am not lost I am boring Following the same routine everyday I know it's not forever But I am not lost I am living Walking on a crazy road Like Alice in Wonderland But I am not lost I am moving forward Never stopping I don't know where I'm heading But I am not lost I am alive I am free But I am not lost

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I could use another cigarette My mind is skipping like a broken cassette I normally don't think this way You know, thinking long about my day Is it because i'm stuck in this cubicle? Dreaming of my life as a musical Or is this a joke, almost like a sign Telling me to venture past the state line See, I've never been adventurous Never really done anything dangerous Is this really going to be my life? What if I never become a wife? Maybe it's time for me to run Actually do something really fun Travel to the seven wonders of the world! I wonder if then, my life will unfurl I'll leave tomorrow and stop wallowing in sorrow Oh wait, tomorrow doesn't work I still have my job as a clerk Next month then, it is set I'll start small, I'll get a pet But that's going to be some bad debt Man, I need another cigarette.

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Dec 31, 2012

Dec 31, 2012 at 6:50 PM UTC

mckenzie-ycmat

I Need a Cigarette

I could use another cigarette My mind is skipping like a broken cassette I normally don't think this way You know, thinking long about my day Is it because i'm stuck in this cubicle? Dreaming of my life as a musical Or is this a joke, almost like a sign Telling me to venture past the state line See, I've never been adventurous Never really done anything dangerous Is this really going to be my life? What if I never become a wife? Maybe it's time for me to run Actually do something really fun Travel to the seven wonders of the world! I wonder if then, my life will unfurl I'll leave tomorrow and stop wallowing in sorrow Oh wait, tomorrow doesn't work I still have my job as a clerk Next month then, it is set I'll start small, I'll get a pet But that's going to be some bad debt Man, I need another cigarette.

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