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 Apr 2018 heather mckenzie
Meera
It's hell and heaven rolled into one
 Apr 2018 heather mckenzie
KJ
I’m feeling fine,
I feel nothing at all.
Isn’t that fine?
Numb to the world.

Should I feel something?
Or is it better to feel
nothing at all?

The world is gray,
a blank page
I can’t seem to fill
with my emptiness.

I’m either choking
on my overwhelming emotions.
Or, I am nothing at all.

Feeling is too much,
I don’t know how to handle myself.
The numbness settles in,
erasing everything in me.

Just a shell
of who I used to be.
if balance brings
thought into light,
why are you still
lost out of sight ?

is what I sense
as truth so wrong?
if yes, let’s just
stop calling it so

and let it float
in shapeless way
mind over matter,
both gone astray.
 Apr 2018 heather mckenzie
Jessy
a lot can happen in
f i f t e e n  d a y s

you could go on a vacation
you could get married
you could give birth
you could buy a house
you could get a new job
you could make a new friend

there's so much you can do in
f i f t e e n  d a y s

what did I do in those fifteen days?
I tried to take away my next fifteen days
and all of them thereafter.
 Apr 2018 heather mckenzie
Rett
At night, I listen to music
I listen to music to calm my thoughts
Thoughts that tell me I'm worthless
At night, I look at my darkroom and think of him
I think of what we have done together
Of what we could be doing
Of what we could be talking about
If not for her

At night, I cry
I cry because I feel like I'm losing
I'm losing hope that people care
People care for me and I'm not alone
I'm with someone that can help me navigate the sea full of rocks
The sea full of heartbreak and failures

At night, I look up at the stars
I see dots that swim in the dark blue blanket of sky
They float clueless to what horrors lie ahead
Stars are like children
They bring light to a dark world

At night I dream
Dream of a world where my family doesn't berate me like an animal
Who just ****** on the carpet
Dream of a world where we can live in peace
A world where shootings and ****** was unheard of
A world where we can all be happy
But this is just a dream
Dreams aren't reality
But at night
It's my reality
wrote this at 10 in a school night lol such a madlad

cool song I wrote this too:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOFA9kPQ_uU
"Poet Boy"
I met this kid... that kept his writings hid. Since a small boy, he kept his artwork hid. No one ever knew all the writings he did.
That night we met, That night I'll never forget. I was under the moonlight feeling sad... He must of sensed that I was feeling insanely mad. Him a kid; me an adult, Before I could
question as to why
a boy his age was out that late, without a word he raised his shirt revealing the artwork he always kept hid,
His blue eyes matched mine tear after tear,
He must of knew the secret I did bear,
So without hesitation,
I raised my sleeve's
to reveal my scarred skin of poetry.
I know this may sound strange but that night both of our live's suddenly began to change,
We haven't crossed paths since,
But we share something of a 6th sense,
He's happy now
and
shares his artwork
in museums of famous names,
As for me, I'm old at the age of ninety-three
and
my poetry resides in books of famous names.

  #PoetBoywrittenbyme@VenjencieArnoldon04042018. # https://www.yourquote.in/jenciearnold
https://www.yourquote.in/jenciearnold
I'd like to be alone,
but I don't want to be lonely.

I'd like to be in hope,
but I don't want to be hopeless.

I'd like to be in love,
but I don't want to be broken.

I'd like to be sad,
but I don't want to be weak.
For when I'd like to be 'me', but I don't want to be 'her'.

ㅡn.s
 Apr 2018 heather mckenzie
Meera
My pen bleeds
As its ink seeps
My words cry
The seer weeps
I keep scrawling
Until my pain recedes
Walking on my way
Where my lament leads
Crumbling to bones
Changing to fit the needs
My frailty drives me
As nothingness breeds
In madness I did
Those fearful deeds
Now I'll have to pay
The price of my greed
Making me suffer
My demons succeed
In the garden of love
I feel like a ****
I am looking for my way
To the flowery meads
Where the chains will be shattered
And then I will be freed
Sometimes you just feel lost and there seems no way out
I’d rather write than speak
My pen is always responsive
My ink doesn’t judge my mistakes
My paper doesn’t argue
My lines never cross me
My sentences never disappoint
And my words will never leave me
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