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975 · Sep 2014
Dinner Time
Mitchie Sep 2014
Every night, for all my life,
I have prayed the same prayer:

           "God is great,
              God is good,
               let us thank Him
                for our food.

A prayer so short
and childish,
but powerful
and beautiful.

Several people have asked me why
I still pray that very same prayer:

            "God is great,
              God is good,
               let us thank Him
                for our food.

A prayer so short
and childish,
but powerful
and beautiful.

The answer is, I can't give an answer,
I just know that:

            "God is great,
              God is good,
               let us thank Him
                for our food.


Dig in.
An exceptionally weird poem I have been attempting to get off my chest for quite some time now. Have fun.
971 · Mar 2014
Everything Comes to an End
Mitchie Mar 2014
Once upon a time ,
there were people who cared ,
people who laughed,
people who cried,
with me.

It was a long time ago,
when I felt included,
I felt safe,
I felt necessary,
with them.

I can barely remember,
the times we spent talking,
times we spent scheming,
times we spent together,
just you and me.

I now know,
that I am not perfect,
I am not worthy,
I am not good enough,
to be around you.

I wish you could see,
how much it hurts me,
how much it tears me,
how much it angers me,
to see you happy without me.

You know I'll remember you,
like when we shared secrets,
when we poured out our hearts,
when we opened each others eyes,
even in the hardest of times.

I'm letting you know,
that you should live well,
you should move on,
you should leave me here,
because you don't need to feel my pain.
Basically the story of my social life ._.
Mitchie Jan 2014
We fall deeper and deeper, as if in a trance,
your love increases exponentially.
There is no expression to compare to your love.

You are the constant in the equation to life,
forever intersecting secret thoughts.
There is no expression to compare to your love.

The pleasant addition of you to my life's function,
seeing the symmetric feelings we have
There is no expression to compare to your love.

You and I have not one extraneous solution;
your range of affection is infinite.
There is no expression to compare to your love.

You are my denominator, my stability;
you take the inverse of all that is bad.
There is no expression to compare to your love.

When I attempt to evaluate your rationale,
I find your devotion can't be measured.
There is no expression to compare to your love.
A ridiculous poem containing math? Why not?!
Mitchie Mar 2014
In a world where I don't belong,
are the faces of those I wish I could be,
and those I am glad I am not.

In a world where I don't belong,
are comments that shatter me,
and comments that make me me.

In a world where I don't belong,
are my "friends" who will never be there,
and my friends who always are.

In a world where I don't belong,
are people who wish for my death,
and people who love me to death.

In a world where I don't belong,
are things that I wish I could do,
and things I refuse to do.

In a world where I don't belong,
are the things that I cannot love,
and the things that I will always love.

In a world where I don't belong,
I hate everything,
and love anything.
700 · Sep 2014
Just Like Me
Mitchie Sep 2014
I'm quirky, I'm nerdy,
I'm short and I'm curvy,
I always feel a little chilly;
is that just me?

My voice always cracks,
my homework sometimes stacks,
I don't dot every i or cross every t;
is that just me?

I cry when I'm happy,
my clothes are a little shabby,
my bedroom isn't always clean;
is that just me?

My books are a bit battered,
my thoughts are scattered,
I sing off key;
is that just me?

I stutter when I talk,
there's always a limp in my walk,
I laugh so hard I can't breathe;
is that just me?

Sometimes I feel like I'm not enough,
but I have friends who show their love,
my life is like a happy dream;
is that just me?

I like to hold people's hands,
and cuddle in football stands,
sometimes I act a little silly;
is that just me?

We might be somewhat the same,
we may even share the same name,
but no one else, I guarantee,
can be anything just like me.
This is definitely all over the place, but I tried to be cute.
700 · Mar 2015
Mitchie Mar 2015
death whispers to me
I feel his hands wrap around
all I know is gone
a haiku
608 · Feb 2014
I Will
Mitchie Feb 2014
I will walk to the ends of the earth,
stretch my arms to the clouds,
dive to the depths of the ocean,
just to be with you.

I will run like never before,
see like I can't again,
yell like it will cannot end
because I know you're there.

I will soar like an eagle,
jump like a kangaroo,
sprint like a cheetah,
so I can get to you.

I will tear out my hair
rip my heart to shreds,
grind my bones into dust,
if ever you left me.

I will risk it all,
lock you up,
lay down my life,
to keep you save.

I will come if you call,
drop everything and leave,
do whatever you ask of me
if only to hear you say

*I love you.
531 · Nov 2014
The American Dream
Mitchie Nov 2014
The land of the free
and home of the brave
torn to pieces as
the free are murdered
and the brave incarcerated.

It was not
built on fear
but there is still fear
as those sent to protect
instead purge on the innocent.

Where I as a white
have a right to life
while my peers of color
fear for their life
because they're black.

Home of those
who live their lives
as if in Heaven
and those who can't breathe
because it feels like Hell.

Why should I
respect a country
that treats me with
respect, loyalty and peace
because I'm white?

Why do these people,
who with different colored skin
who are just like me
get treated with
disgust, injustice, and violence?

Am I not allowed
to be outraged?
Am I supposed to
assume that this is
the *American Dream?
We love books about this, but don't care for the real life experience. It's sickening.
486 · Sep 2014
Mitchie Sep 2014
I always tell him that he's perfect,
yet he sees his reflection with no respect.
I can't imagine how a boy so brilliant,
can think of himself as insignificant.
393 · Mar 2015
That Feeling When
Mitchie Mar 2015
people just keep pushing you
but you can't tell when enough is enough
just how I feel right now
Mitchie Sep 2014
I walk through the town with my face down;
I remember you.
The hearts were torn as you made news;
They remember you.
Your ribbons have been hung everywhere;
We remember you.
We caught the culprit, found his cell;
He remembers you.

Your locker, it stood next to mine;
I loved you.
This town was never scared of death;
They loved you.
The rock has yet been painted back;
We loved you.

I see your picture everywhere;
I miss you.
The little, rural town still sometimes cries;
They miss you.

I know that life is only temporary;
**I’ll see you soon.
Dedicated to April, a fourteen year old girl who was murdered in the small town I live in.
352 · Mar 2014
Secondary Characters
Mitchie Mar 2014
I see you.
You can't notice me,
but I'm right here.
I'm watching you,
and I know your struggle.
But to tell the truth,
sometimes the most interesting character,
isn't the main.

You might not be the one,
sent to fight the battle.
You might not be the one,
who's tragedy is known.
But you are the one ,
who takes it on by choice.
And you are the one,
who deserves it all.

I wish I could tell you in  person,
but I realize that I can't.
For I am just a reader,
of the story of her life.

Even though it's hard to see,
you are just as important.
I can't tell you
how much you mean
to her
and me.
I'm just going to yeah here you go you probably won't even notice this but hi there
332 · Feb 2014
I Tried, I Swear
Mitchie Feb 2014
It hurts.
It hurts, but I can't stop myself.

It burns.
It burns, yet I continue.

I can't breathe.
I can't breathe, but I push myself harder.

I am falling.
I am falling, yet I still have the will to go on.

I have failed.
I have failed, but you said you would stay with me anyway.

You said you would always be there.

And now you have left.

You are gone.
You are gone, and you don't remember me.

But I will always remember you.
Because I needed to write yet another.
313 · Feb 2014
I Just Want You to Know
Mitchie Feb 2014
I just want  you to know,
you always do this to me.
You make me feel lost,
you make me want to flee.

You tongue pierces my thoughts,
your eyes throw daggers into my soul.
You can't--no... wont stop yourself,
my heart still has strings for you to pull.

If I even thought to run from you,
you would always find a way.
I can't keep myself out of sight;
you find me no matter where I stay.

The only time you help me up,
is just to knock me down.
I can feel my heart break
as you watch me slowly drown.

I just want you to know,
you always do this to me.
I'll always be lost,
I can never flee.
307 · Jan 2015
The Morning
Mitchie Jan 2015
The bright sun shone through the blinds, breaking through the barriers of my closed eyelids.
Consciousness crept in, settling into various pockets of awareness.
My heart was beating and my blood was flowing and my lungs were taking in air.
I then understood I was to endure yet another hellish day.
A request
Mitchie Oct 2014
Let's play a board game,
or maybe we can cook.
Let's watch a movie,
or maybe read a book.
Let's talk forever,
or maybe sit in silence.
Let's stay safe at home,
or maybe start some riots.
Let's discuss the world,
or maybe nothing at all.
Let's send some texts,
or maybe make a phone call.
Let's rule the world,
or maybe give it a shot.
Let's grow old together,
or maybe we cannot.
I dunno. Have a thing???
299 · Sep 2014
Mitchie Sep 2014
As I
Tell the story
Of how I learned
To hate this very place
292 · Feb 2014
The Beauty of This World
Mitchie Feb 2014
The beauty of this world is hard to see.
In order to find it, one must seek it,
so many choose to reject its existence.

The beauty of the world is more precious than gold.
To obtain it, something of equal value must be lost,
so many choose to be selfish.

The beauty of this world is something fragile.
It requires care and love and patience,
so many choose to just neglect it.

The beauty of this world is nearly dead.
There is no hope, no peace, no joy for it,
so many believe it was never there.
271 · Sep 2014
My Not-So-Secret Secret
Mitchie Sep 2014
I walk a winding, ruined path.

Little keeps me going, yet it is so great,
only one thing that makes me continue.
Valiant foes still try to sway me,
even though they'll never win.

My heart extends to those who can't see,
yearning to show them what makes me smile.

Great and powerful.
Old and wise.
Dead, then brought back to life.
Hah. Tricky tricky, Mitchie.

Alternate title: Uoy Dog Ssleb
Mitchie Feb 2014
My eyes burn as my heart shatters,
my head clouds and nothing matters.
I can't feel my legs from running too fast,
these lungs are dying; they will not last.
I hear your pounding steps coming near,
you persuade me that I have nothing to fear.
I slow, turning to your extending arm,
so I take your hand and am met with harm
215 · Sep 2014
A Dying Star
Mitchie Sep 2014
I thought we were friends.


I thought we would be together until the end.


So, what now?


Are you still listening?


We lost something that should have,
            Could have,
                                                Would have been.

And all you can say is,

How do you even title

How do you even poetry
198 · Nov 2016
Mitchie Nov 2016
A heavy heart and broken smile is all I have to offer
My weary eyes and sensitive ears hide from the truth
The sweet taste of fear, the putrid scent of peace
The soft touch of hostility, the scandalous sound of grace
My body fails, my head hangs, my tears fall
But this feels much better than stinging words of affirmation
Than piercing mercy
Than murderous love that asphyxiates my cold, bruised, torn heart with no sense of satisfaction

A heavy heart and broken smile is all I have to offer
My weary eyes and sensitive ears hide from the truth
But you embrace me and tell me that I have nothing to fear because you will bring me peace of mind
You refuse my hostility and instead return my tormenting, slanderous words with this foreign concept of grace
You help me up, you lift my chin, you wipe my tears
And I begin to understand why people ask for the stinging words
The piercing mercy
The genuine love that revives my cold, bruised, torn heart with no sense of satisfaction

For you are not satisfied in me, but I in you.
182 · Sep 2014
The Cost of Friendship
Mitchie Sep 2014
I can't help but feel you won't ever love me.
And believe you me, it hurts more than you know.
180 · Oct 2014
This Is Me (10w)
Mitchie Oct 2014
I hope you smile when you see what I've become
Figured I'd try this out for a change
174 · Mar 2015
The Truth (10w)
Mitchie Mar 2015
I should never have said a word
but I did.

— The End —