meghan-makenzie - Hello Poetry

The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

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Sep 28, 2017

Sep 28, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC

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The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

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Silence all the laughter Everyone has gone. Leave me here Let life roll along. Shut out the light I don't wish you to see. This empty existence Now en-capturing me. Close all the doors Let no one in. The person you knew Is no longer me. Lock all the windows Make this my cell. The Dark is my prison This is my hell. Block out those sounds Let life roll along. I can still hear the music But it's not my song.

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC

Whispers in the Dark

Silence all the laughter Everyone has gone. Leave me here Let life roll along. Shut out the light I don't wish you to see. This empty existence Now en-capturing me. Close all the doors Let no one in. The person you knew Is no longer me. Lock all the windows Make this my cell. The Dark is my prison This is my hell. Block out those sounds Let life roll along. I can still hear the music But it's not my song.

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It's sad when You realize What a smile Can truly hide

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Jan 20, 2017

Jan 20, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC

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It's sad when You realize What a smile Can truly hide

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Isn't it upsetting to think that There were 107, 602, 707, 791 people Who lived and died On this earth before you And soon you'll be Just like them, Nameless And Forgotten

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Dec 19, 2016

Dec 19, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC

The Pessimist

Isn't it upsetting to think that There were 107, 602, 707, 791 people Who lived and died On this earth before you And soon you'll be Just like them, Nameless And Forgotten

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One morning I heard Your soft whisper: a rustle Among decaying leaves. When I touched your hardened bark Darkened by the ages, I felt your roots untangled beneath my calloused feet.

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Nov 7, 2016

Nov 7, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC

Billimarie

One morning I heard Your soft whisper: a rustle Among decaying leaves. When I touched your hardened bark Darkened by the ages, I felt your roots untangled beneath my calloused feet.

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I thought I saw the devil This morning Looking in the mirror, drop of *** on my tongue With the warning To help me see myself clearer I never meant to start a fire I never meant to make you bleed I'll be a better man today I'll be good, And I'll love the world, like I should I'll be good For all of the times That I never could My past has tasted bitter For years now So I wield an iron fist Grace is just weakness Or so I've been told I've been cold, I've been merciless But the blood on my hands scares me to death Maybe I'm waking up today I'll be good And I'll love the world, like I should I'll be good I'll be good For all of the light that I shut out For all of the innocent things that I doubt For all of the bruises I've caused and the tears For all of the things that I've done all these years And all For all of the sparks that I stomped out For all of the perfect things that I doubt I'll be good, I'll be good And I'll love the world, like I should Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good For all of the times I never could For all of the times I never could All of the times I never could

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Oct 18, 2016

Oct 18, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC

I'll Be Good

I thought I saw the devil This morning Looking in the mirror, drop of *** on my tongue With the warning To help me see myself clearer I never meant to start a fire I never meant to make you bleed I'll be a better man today I'll be good, And I'll love the world, like I should I'll be good For all of the times That I never could My past has tasted bitter For years now So I wield an iron fist Grace is just weakness Or so I've been told I've been cold, I've been merciless But the blood on my hands scares me to death Maybe I'm waking up today I'll be good And I'll love the world, like I should I'll be good I'll be good For all of the light that I shut out For all of the innocent things that I doubt For all of the bruises I've caused and the tears For all of the things that I've done all these years And all For all of the sparks that I stomped out For all of the perfect things that I doubt I'll be good, I'll be good And I'll love the world, like I should Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good For all of the times I never could For all of the times I never could All of the times I never could

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Sitting here in this red chair Listening to my teacher Tell me what I need to write about An experience and how I felt But I don't want to I want to write a poem Just not about an experience I want to write about how I hurt About how I hate it when someone Tells me to "Smile" Because whenever I don't smile It's because I have a FLIPPIN' good Reason not to I want to write about how I hate it When someone turns my music down Because that's the only thing keeping Me calm and relaxed And keeping me from ripping their Throats out I want to write About my feet hurting About my teeth About my anger Towards my sister My father Everyone About my anger towards someone When all they expect me to do is be Their dairy About how one person can't show me A slice of respect I want to write a poem about how I Hurt How I throw on that invisible mask That everyone thinks they can see Through But when I throw on the mask They're just as blind as I am I want to write my own personal poem And not have to share it with every Person In my class But instead of writing a poem about How it feels like fire is consuming my Feet I complain Instead of writing about how irritation Washes over me every single second of Every single day I complain Instead of writing about how I'm being Skinned alive when I'm mistreated I complain I want to write what I want Instead I'm writing a poem about an Experience and how I felt Just like my teacher said so

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May 9, 2016

May 9, 2016 at 2:03 AM UTC

I Want To Write A Poem

Sitting here in this red chair Listening to my teacher Tell me what I need to write about An experience and how I felt But I don't want to I want to write a poem Just not about an experience I want to write about how I hurt About how I hate it when someone Tells me to "Smile" Because whenever I don't smile It's because I have a FLIPPIN' good Reason not to I want to write about how I hate it When someone turns my music down Because that's the only thing keeping Me calm and relaxed And keeping me from ripping their Throats out I want to write About my feet hurting About my teeth About my anger Towards my sister My father Everyone About my anger towards someone When all they expect me to do is be Their dairy About how one person can't show me A slice of respect I want to write a poem about how I Hurt How I throw on that invisible mask That everyone thinks they can see Through But when I throw on the mask They're just as blind as I am I want to write my own personal poem And not have to share it with every Person In my class But instead of writing a poem about How it feels like fire is consuming my Feet I complain Instead of writing about how irritation Washes over me every single second of Every single day I complain Instead of writing about how I'm being Skinned alive when I'm mistreated I complain I want to write what I want Instead I'm writing a poem about an Experience and how I felt Just like my teacher said so

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Underneath your gaze I was found in The haze I'm wondering around in I am lost in the dark of my own room And I can't see a thing but the fire in Your eyes Clear my eyes, make me wise Or is all I believe in lies I really don't know when or where to Go And I can't see a thing 'til you open my Eyes I've been told by some you'll forget me The thought doesn't upset me I am blind to whatever they're saying And all I can see is the fire in your Eyes Can't believe it's own your mind To leave me behind

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Oct 11, 2015

Oct 11, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC

Open My Eyes

Underneath your gaze I was found in The haze I'm wondering around in I am lost in the dark of my own room And I can't see a thing but the fire in Your eyes Clear my eyes, make me wise Or is all I believe in lies I really don't know when or where to Go And I can't see a thing 'til you open my Eyes I've been told by some you'll forget me The thought doesn't upset me I am blind to whatever they're saying And all I can see is the fire in your Eyes Can't believe it's own your mind To leave me behind

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Tattered and torn, Old, and quite worn. She lives in the street, No shoes on her feet. They call her "Old Hag", Her clothes, but a rag. Children throw stones, Never leave her alone. But somehow she thrives, Lest her will to survive. Despite her poor health, And absence of wealth. She sleeps where she's able, Park benches, old tables, Eats food from trash cans, Her bathroom-- A bedpan. Seeks shelter from rain, Most often in vain. Finds warmth in the winter, From restaurant air-venters. She smiles at the sun, Gives birds half her crumbs, Has only three teeth, To chew what she eats. And each night she does pray, To see a new day. Before she closes her eyes, And quietly dies...

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Sep 13, 2015

Sep 13, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC

Homeless Old Woman

Tattered and torn, Old, and quite worn. She lives in the street, No shoes on her feet. They call her "Old Hag", Her clothes, but a rag. Children throw stones, Never leave her alone. But somehow she thrives, Lest her will to survive. Despite her poor health, And absence of wealth. She sleeps where she's able, Park benches, old tables, Eats food from trash cans, Her bathroom-- A bedpan. Seeks shelter from rain, Most often in vain. Finds warmth in the winter, From restaurant air-venters. She smiles at the sun, Gives birds half her crumbs, Has only three teeth, To chew what she eats. And each night she does pray, To see a new day. Before she closes her eyes, And quietly dies...

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Until you've crawled in the Darkest Darkest Darkest Corners of my mind You'll never know How I really feel.

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Sep 13, 2015

Sep 13, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC

Never Know

Until you've crawled in the Darkest Darkest Darkest Corners of my mind You'll never know How I really feel.

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