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Denxai Mcmillon Sep 2020
I am rooted
Here I sit
Here I stay

In the breeze I watched you fall
I've seen your sprout grow strong and tall
with your roots still young and thin
you may leave my planted kin

while my leaves would give you shade
in the sun you'll need to play
So, off you go. Grow thick and strong
And follow the winds sweet sad song.

I shall still grow.
I ebb and flow.
I am still rooted I can not go.

In your winter I'll send my leaves
Wait for them upon that breeze
All my love our memories

You may be far
And I still here
But
In the breeze I'll hold you near
For my dad
Denxai Mcmillon Sep 2020
Mix me blue
Mix me pink

I'll never know
Just how to think

Mix me pink
Mix me blue

Who am I?
  Sep 2020 Denxai Mcmillon
Lexie
How easily we are taken
With being left
  Sep 2020 Denxai Mcmillon
nivek
swirl of dance
across a night sky

fixed in their place
each star

each step, each twirl
of the waltz

a wedding dance
for every night.
Denxai Mcmillon Sep 2020
I've been humbled.
I'm losing my home.
Not at fault of my own

I've complained
Endlessly
About the flaws of these four walls
There wasnt heat
There wasnt cooling
The kitchen was unusable
The roof leaked into the windows
The sun over heated my space.

Now it's being taken back

Now it's being taken back

Now it's being taken back

It's just hitting me
All that these walls have given.
A place to nurture our love.
It's given me pets.
It's given me a place to cry.
It's given me solidarity.
It has done nothing but given.

Now it's being taken back

Now it's being taken back

Now it's being taken back

I wish I gave to it.
Fresh paint
New curtains
New floors
A welcome mat

It has given me a home
And
I was ungrateful.
Here's to the farmhouse that gave me it's best.
Denxai Mcmillon Aug 2020
It's hard
To change
How you vocalize your mind
It's hard
when every poem has been pain
It's hard
When your mind
Doesn't process how it used to
I used to scream on pages
It's been so long
Since I felt lost
No?
It's been so long
since I felt empty.
I can empty my mind without poetry
I have grown
My old poems are beautiful.
Am I no longer like that?
Is this dread?
I dont know
But it's been so long
Since I had anything to empty
I miss these pages of poems
But
I dont miss being like that?
Who am I now?
I dont know
But it's time
Time I learn to write
From a new perspective
Denxai Mcmillon Apr 2020
Nature is lovely
Even in isolation
I lay my eyes there
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