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Mykenzie Feb 2018
Winston-Salem, North Carolina
Italy, Texas
Benton, Kentucky
Philedelphia
Los Angeles
Oxon Hill, Maryland
Nashville, Tennesssee
Parkland, Florida...

Why is the U.S like this...
Why have there been 8 shootings this year,
and we're only 2 months in.
Why do people have the urge to hurt others.

I pray for the grieving families..
I hope that God is with them in these hard times.

A threat came to my school,
it was not fun.
I pray for the ones who's threat, turned into reality.
Someone threatened to shoot up my school today (2-23-18).
It hasn't happened yet, but we still have 2 hours left.
Im super scared
Mykenzie Feb 2018
I know that I'm not.
But I want to be wanted.
I want to be the girl people look to,
when they need a shoulder to cry on.
I want to be the girl that people were afraid to lose,
But I'm not her anymore.
I once was, but that's long gone.
I miss that me,
I miss my friends,
I miss the ones that used to love me.
Mykenzie Feb 2018
Valentines day.
It's just around the corner.
A day for lovers,
to announce to the world.
While all alone
I sit.
On my bedroom for.
Watching reruns of Supernatural,
Sherlock, and Dr. Who.
But will I be sad that nobody is there for me?
Why would I be?
Will I be upset,
that I don't get chocolate or teddy bears?
Why would I be.
I dont need a guy to give me candy,
or stuffed animals.
Its all fake anyway.
So, no.
I wont be upset,
I'll be as happy as ever, if not happier.
Because I can have guys as friends,
without feeling guily,
I can eat what I want, when I want,
and not feel like I'm disappointing anyone
  Feb 2018 Mykenzie
Sabila Siddiqui
First love is innocent and pure. It is the first time your blood gushes to your cheek, making them blush. First time you feel you can’t-sleep-can’t-breathe-can’t-eat. First time you feel speechless but poetic. First time your heart feels it is going to beat itself out of your chest. First time when the words “I love you” send down a tingly feeling along your nerves. First time when you feel sleepless but exhilarated. First time you find yourself thinking about someone all day. First time you trust someone to protect your heart. First time you feel-so-much-you-get-scared. First time you let someone past your guards and in. First time when your day feels incomplete without talking to them and world incomplete without their presence. First time when every intricate memory and detail matters. First time your skin feels electrified when you stand next to them. First time you realize you can feel this way about another person.
The first person with whom you experience the waves of various shades of emotions. The first person you’re willing to give, give and give with no limits for too much never seems too much. The first person you are willing to surpass any boundaries for. The first person you love more than yourself. The first person you pour love and secrets too. The first person who made your smile widen. The first person who you imagine your present and future with. The last person you think about when you sleep and first one to wake up to. The first person who makes you feel the love in songs, books, and movie. The first person to make you aware of something deep in yourself. The first person who feels like the moonlight in the night sky and the sun in the day. The first person who you are willing to take interests in their interest and love what they love. The first one who loves all your insecurities and flaws into beauty.
Mykenzie Feb 2018
You text me last night,
saying you wanted me to feel no pain.
You said thats why you made me promise,
to quit inflicting it upon myself.
But you also said,
that it is also the reason,
you had to make us end.
The End,
of so many things came last night.
The end of that promise,
The end of us.....
The end.
Mykenzie Feb 2018
In this day and time,
sad poems are everywhere.
Maybe that is why,
young people think its 'cool'
to harm oneself or drink away the pain.
Maybe this is why,
Happy poems are so hard to find.
Maybe this is why,
anytime I look for poems
I get put into my feels,
and it's so hard to get out of that hole.
My solution:
Lets make a challenge,
because everyone loves challenges.
My challenge is to Make more happy poems.
Fr tho, I want this to be a thing. Lets make happy poems and not as many sad poems.
Mykenzie Feb 2018
My past isn't full of butterflies,
or rainbows.
If I had to describe it,
I'd sayit was more of thunder storms,
and lightning.

Maybe that's why I love storms,
Why I love to sit out in the rain.
Why I'd rather have a stormy day over a rainy day.

I woudn't change my past.
Its who I am,
and who I will become
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