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2.3k · Feb 12
Mykenzie Feb 12
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
1.8k · Sep 2018
Mykenzie Sep 2018
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1.3k · Dec 2017
Mykenzie Dec 2017
Roses are red, Violets are blue,
That's what they say, but it really isn't true.
Roses are red, and apples are too.
But violets are violet, not really blue.
Oranges are orange, but Greenland's not green.
A pinky's not pink, so what does it mean?
To call something blue when it's not is to defile it,
But what the heck, it's hard to rhyme with 'violet'
938 · Feb 1
Mykenzie Feb 1
914 · Nov 2018
Like a clock
Mykenzie Nov 2018
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
You hear that?
With every tick is I miss you.
With every tock is an I love you.

Tick, I miss you. Tock, I love you.

Every waking second, all I want to do is talk to you.
Every waking second, all I want to do is be with you.

It's cold outside right now.
The silence is too deafening. But I am simultaneously reminded by the thought of you.
It's too noisy in my head right now.
All I could hear is tick, tock, tick, tock.

Words may not express every waking second that I miss you, or I love you.

My dear, if you do hear me saying these words, give the clock a listen.
With every second you'll hear a tick.
With every second you'll hear a tock.

If when the time comes that I am not able to say these words, give our dear clock a listen.

And whatever the clock is saying, is what my mind is thinking, and what my heart is feeling.

Tick, tock, my love.
760 · Oct 2018
Mykenzie Oct 2018
I'd like to write,
but ehh...
I'll do it later.
Epitome of all my struggles...
666 · Feb 2018
Valentines Day
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
656 · Oct 2017
Mykenzie Oct 2017
They always said,
"Drugs are bad, don't do drugs"
Then they said,
"Drugs **** people."

Yet, they failed to mention,
that love was a drug as well,
that love would eat you up slowly,
killing you, nevertheless,

Love was my drug,
I got addicted to your love,
You were my dealer,
and I was nothing but the addict
656 · Mar 22
This guy....
Mykenzie Mar 22
He likes me,
He likes me not...
He likes me
597 · Nov 2018
Mykenzie Nov 2018
I fell in love with you
like the sun sets or rises,
like someone falls asleep.
then all at once.

And before I realized it,
you were my world,
while I was nothing but a speck to you.
581 · Apr 2
Mykenzie Apr 2
are simply that..

are daydreams

can be reality,

are unlikely
573 · Nov 2018
'I love/hate you"
Mykenzie Nov 2018
in three words alone
you could either destroy my life
or build it
560 · Apr 21
Mykenzie Apr 21
You weren't my first
but I sure do hope that you're my last
528 · Nov 2018
Mykenzie Nov 2018
something in my bones
tell me you don't want me anymore
Mykenzie Dec 2017
Roses are red, Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet, perhaps so are you.
The roses are wiltes, the vilets now dead.
The sugars bowl's empty, your wrists stained red.
The sun isn't shining, the sky's not clear.
There is no silver lining, because you're no longer here.
Rain keeps pourings, with no end in sight.
You're lying there frozen, too far from the light.
Your beauty was unreal, your smile was the sun.
But time can't be turned, your actions undone.
The words that you wrote, that only I read.
"I love you so much. Please don't cry when I'm dead"
A bond we formed, a love that ran deep.
A pain that we shared, a friend I could keep.
I wanted to hold you, wipe the tears from your eyes.
Been there the moment you said your goodbyes.
I want to forget, but most times I don't.
I want to let go, but I know that I won't.
Tears on my face, memories in my head.
The roses have wilted, The violets are dead
418 · Oct 2018
Mykenzie Oct 2018
They told us that the monsters
weren't under our bed...
but they forgot to mention
that the monster resides in our heads instead....
374 · Jan 2018
Mykenzie Jan 2018
is a weird thing.
It's like everything is perfect,
when it really not.
It's like there isn't a problem to face.
when there is.
Yet, it is a thing.
Supposedly common.
People use it to describe food, other human,
and so much more.
But how can a human be bliss?
How can the earth be in a state of bliss?
When there are so many problems to face:
Hunger, Homelessness, Abuse,
and so much more.
I don't understand
348 · Apr 2018
Mykenzie Apr 2018
I suppose
I love my scars,
only because they've been there
through it all
330 · Oct 2018
Mykenzie Oct 2018
Up becomes down
Red becomes blue

I'm just not the same
Without you
330 · Mar 20
Mykenzie Mar 20
Diamonds dont turn to dust
or fade away..

you say I am your diamiond,
yet I am fading.

I miss you.
327 · Aug 2018
Mykenzie Aug 2018
"School makes me"
Wanna die
^These are the google suggestions ^

This is what is wrong with the system.
School is a place where students should be safe,
School is a place where students should have friends,
but bullies make it impossible,
and teachers do nothing
I just started school back and ughhhhh
319 · Mar 19
Mykenzie Mar 19
You ask for one more chance, a redo,
a do-over...

All I want to say is yes, a million time over.

Instead, I say no.
I can't
294 · Feb 21
A poem about winter
Mykenzie Feb 21
It’s cold

The end
287 · Dec 2017
Mykenzie Dec 2017
The truth be told
I love you.
The truth revealed
I do.
The problem is
We are best friends
So this, could never work.
Your heart belongs to another.
While mine remains unclaimed.
I wish you could see
What I conceal from you
Cause some part of me wonders...
Would you feel it too?
This pull we have to each other
That started something so great.
A powerful bond,
Tight and strong.
So is it ok,
If I dare say,
Is it possible we could be so much more?
286 · Apr 2018
In His Pocket
Mykenzie Apr 2018
There he goes walking with his friends
Little does he know he's got my heart tucked in his back pocket
I stand there waitin' for you to notice
That I'm crushin on you, boy, and I just can't stop it

He flashes a smile and I melt like butter
He speaks to me and I can only stutter

Here I stand staring at my feet
When he walks by, can he hear my heart beat?
It's got its melody when he's around
He picks me up when I'm feeling down

When he looks into my eyes and smiles
Can he see how much he drives me wild?
He's adorable and wonderful
Incredible and unbelievable

I wish I could tell him everything I feel
And hearts not the only thing I want to steal
His breath, his kiss
I wanna be the one he'll miss

When he closes his eyes
Wanna be his last goodbye
His most treasured
284 · Apr 2018
Best of Friends
Mykenzie Apr 2018
Best Friends
The title we chose
But what does it mean to be "best friends"?
You should see each other every day?
Well that's not true for you and me
Should silly little fights get in our way?
Only if that's how it's meant to be
Should we give?
Should we borrow?
Should we dance like there's not tomorrow?
Secrets are traded
Privacy invaded
Hugs and smiles are shared
Tears are shed
Love is spread
We know that we both really cared

I smile
You smile

You cry.
I cry

I wish.
You wish

You die
I die

If you fall
I'll help you up

And if you call
I'll always pick up

Best Friends Forever
The promise we made
And I know in my heart
That it will never fade
278 · Jan 2
Mykenzie Jan 2
Its just not to be.
Like you and me...

And that hurt more than words could ever describe
275 · Jan 2018
Mykenzie Jan 2018
Embrace your flaws.
Whatever they may be.
The scars,
the marks,
the signs of all the pain.
The crooked smile,
The hair.
All of them,
because they are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
256 · Mar 2018
You're not
Mykenzie Mar 2018

You are Not a name
or a height, or a weight,
or a gender
You are Not an age
You are Not where you are from

You are your favorite books,
and the songs stuck in your head.
You are your thoughts
and what you eat for breakfast

You are a thousand things,
But everyone chooses to see a million things you are not
You're beautiful.
You're perfect.
You're enough.
254 · Oct 2018
I wonder...
Mykenzie Oct 2018
want to
know that
I fi died tonight,
Who would cry tomorrow
Who would stand in the cold,
and listen to the minister speak on my behalf
Who would write letters to my parents, apolagizing,
Who would leave bouquets of  pretty flowers at my tombstone
Who would stand tall, sturdy as stone, and suffer in silence
Who would mourn for a day then go on about their lives
Who would see it in the obituaries and only shrug
Who would only notice it after a month,
or three or twelve or eighteen
How many strangers
wouldn't care....
I wonder.....
223 · Feb 1
1 year
Mykenzie Feb 1
1 year can change alot
about me, and you,
and just stuuf in general
I just realized I've been on HP for over a year.
I joined in October of 2017
217 · Mar 29
Mykenzie Mar 29
I think about all the things
that I could've done differently.

My mind wonders back to you,
to me, to us.

All the time,
I think about why we ended
and how I could've stopped it.
214 · Oct 2018
Color of Love
Mykenzie Oct 2018
Your eyes
Are the most gorgeous shade
Of home,

Complemented perfectly
A smile the color of love.
202 · Oct 2018
An Eraser
Mykenzie Oct 2018
An eraser
goes through its life
caring about all the tiny details
but not about itself.
it degrades itself trying
to fix others mistakes
until suddenly
it’s gone.

it knows it’s dying,
it know it,
and it doesn’t care.
it cares too much about other people
to care about itself.

Some people say an eraser
would be a model human.
i don’t.

If everyone was like an eraser,
if everyone cared about others
just a little too much,
how would life work?

People would degrade
just like the eraser,
not caring
about themselves.

an eraser plays an important role in art.
so it does.
you can care about other people,
but don't
not care about yourself.
do not be an eraser,
you need loved too.
187 · Nov 2018
Man on the Moon
Mykenzie Nov 2018
Neil Armstrong
Niel A.

Did we send him to the moon, or back to the moon?
183 · Mar 7
Is it?
Mykenzie Mar 7
When you google 'What is family'
You get the following description:
"a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household."

But is it really?
Can you really be family if you never talk,
even when living under the same roof?

Can you really not be family,
when you talk 24/7 and help each other with everything,
but you're not living under the same roof,
so you're really not family.
174 · Oct 2018
Mykenzie Oct 2018
i had always dreamed
of creating the most
beautiful masterpiece
yet today i've figured
that could never be reached

i've tried to paint you
in a picture
but that would require
not yet created

i've tried to write
a poem
about you
yet you're unwrittable
Mykenzie May 2018
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
163 · Apr 2018
A Little Girls World
Mykenzie Apr 2018
A little girls world
is full of happiness.

It consists of fairies, and princesses,
princes, and dolls.

Tears are from joy,
and sadness is a dragon,
that was slain to set her free.

A little girls world
is the purest place on Earth,
where there is no pain,
sadness, or hurt.

A little girls world,
should never be crumbled.
161 · Oct 2017
His... Everything
Mykenzie Oct 2017
His smile could light up a room,
and so much more.
I could think about his smile,
and find myself smiling as well.
His touch sent me into a frenzy
His presence,
it was the worse,
it made me forget everything I knew.
and left me thinking about him till I drifted off to sleep,
then, I would dream,
of him, and me....
He's my everything.
161 · Oct 2018
Disappear and Reappear
Mykenzie Oct 2018
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
the trapdoors of desire,
 the black-holes of our sharpened

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
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
154 · Feb 10
Not really a poem #2
Mykenzie Feb 10
I feel happy...

Right now, It's because I can talk to him
147 · Feb 2018
Mykenzie Feb 2018
She looked past all your flaws
Past all the mistakes you made
Past the fact that you broke her
Past all the times you hurt her
And after all that
She still loved you
And the worst part was
You could never love her
Like she loved you
138 · Nov 2018
**My favorite color**
Mykenzie Nov 2018
I would tell you my favorite color
but it's not like it would matter
My favorite shade of green won't take away your pain
My preferred blue isn't going to change the past

The red that spills from your wrists is the only color you can see
or think about.
The way it feels as it empties you.

I would tell you my favorite color,
but I know it's not important.
You don't care if I dream about your dark eyes
or your ebony hair
or the soft pink of your lips.
Because you're too caught up in your own head
to think about what you're doing to me.
137 · Oct 2018
I'm bl0cked
Mykenzie Oct 2018
I want to write so badly,
About so many things.
But my mind just shuts the door sometimes,
It's decided to hide my ideas from me!
133 · Feb 2018
Mykenzie Feb 2018
Wont you?
I need you.
Please stay
Don't leave now.
They all leave.
I thought you'd stay
Mykenzie May 2018
They ask me if I still love you.

I blush, grin and say;

of course.


Because your eyes are of the most utter ocean blue,

but other days they're the currents of the stormy grey sea.

I see a current of salty water, deep, once blue, but now a faded grey.

I see a bundle of darkened grey clouds in the distance,

and the thunder rumbles from your irises,

and I hear it pound in the back of my mind.

I wonder if you knew.

I see a spark of lightening flash, only once in a while,

while you look at her.

My throat corrodes with bile.

She says she sees green demons lurking in the depth of my own ocean currents,

and I shrug.

What am I supposed to say?

I know you think about her.

Night and day.

The hardest part,

is a generic, old saying

If you love them,

you let them go.

If they love you enough to stay,

or to come back,

you never let go.

But what happens if you never come back?

I need you....

Please come back
123 · Apr 18
Mykenzie Apr 18
Birthdays are happy days,
untill they fall on the sad days.

Easter this year is my moms 35
Middle age,
grey hair,
wisdom beyond years.

easter this year is my nanas second.
57 years,
6 feet under,
Counting my tears.
121 · Nov 2017
I write
Mykenzie Nov 2017
I write,
not because I want to,
but because I need to.

I write,
because after I'm gone,
everyone will see who I truly was.

I write,
because I can get everything down on paper,
but it hard for me to explain it verbally.

I write,
because it's the only thing I'm good at.

I write,
because I need to get it out,
and you're not here to listen.
116 · Jan 2018
I don't understand
Mykenzie Jan 2018
I don't understand how you seem so perfect.
I don't understand how your smile can light up a room. (And so much more)
I don't understand why I feel this way.
You're a friend, nothing else.
So why do I find myself thinking of you,
when I shoud be paying attention to my classes?
Why do I find myself doodling your name everywhere, and hearts?
Why is this happening?
I don't understand....
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