Mykenzie

Mykenzie Oct 2018

Monsters

They told us that the monsters
weren't under our bed...
but they forgot to mention
that the monster resides in our heads instead....

Oct 2018

Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Oct 2018

Stone

I am not yours

My name is not yours
so don't use it in vain
my heart is not yours
so do not bruise it
my life is not yours
so don't tell me how to live it

You never cared about me
so don't pretend like you do

Mykenzie Oct 2018

Disappear and Reappear

you came
you left

and yet the trees still sway
     and summer still comes
all that remains is a strange longing,
memories that rose like cyclops in the
night

the trapdoors of desire,
the black-holes of our sharpened
       souls

if you could be god, and
               come back - if only for a moment, to tell me I was right,
then I would make your words my epitaph)

my purpled lover, like  a
bulbous flower protruding from it's
stem,
you have eaten all the breadcrumbs,
so how will I find you again?

even if you had disappeared like
  an evening ghost,
      our souls had touched,
  and for the first time
I could see the stars in other  peoples' eyes

Oct 2018

Semicolon

Bloom

Have you ever seen a sunflower reaching out to the sun, following him wherever he goes?

Or an evening water lily shying away and blushing under her lovely pink at all times when the sun is in the sky?

Have you ever seen a dandelion break herself into countless little pieces and fly away to places unbeknownst, just to make herself full again?

Have you ever seen a rose, apprehensive of what might destroy him, guarding himself with numerous thorns, yet so beautiful that you can’t help but ignore his thorns?

Have you ever seen daisies growing through the cracks in the sidewalk, reminding you to look for beauty even when you can’t?

Have you ever seen flowers? Then you have seen love; for flowers are nothing, but love.

"Flowers are love's truest language"
– Søren Kierkegaard

© Semicolon

#flowers #love #poetry #semicolon

Mykenzie Oct 2018

Eyes

They say eyes are the windows to the soul.
Is that really true?
When eyes can be manipulated
as easy as me and you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I have always loved my eyes
perhaps becasue they change colors.
They turn from Blue, to Green, to Gray.

But then I saw your eyes.
Just a simple brown.
But in them I saw love, and hope,
and all good things that live in the world.

In your eyes, I saw the person I wanted to be...
and because of your eyes,
my world is changed.
I am changed.
And you are here, with me.

You say you love my eye, and I love yours.
Soo maybe mine
are actually for you.

When I say eyes can be manipulated, I mean that contacts can change the color of one's eyes. And the optical illusion pictures manipulate eyes.

Mykenzie Oct 2018

Sometimes

Sometimes..
I catch myself thinking of when you were mine
and I was yours.

Sometimes, I catch myself wishing it would go back to that.
All was simple when your hand was in mine.

But you moved on, and I moved on.
I moved on to loving myself,
while you moved on to someone else.
I found a guy who loved me for me.
Then you moved back.

Not this time.
This time is different.
I am not, will not, can not go back to you.

It wasn't so simple when my hand was in yours.
I hated every aspect of me...
even my eyes and my scars, which I've always loved.
I done this because your eyes were prettier,
and you said you wished the scars weren't there....

I love myself.
and I love him, as I had loved you at one time.
But not anymore...

The love for you has dulled, as the love for me grew

This is again about my 'First love'
I still love him, but not as I once did.
Me and him have decided to remain friends for the forseeable future.