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460 · Mar 29
The issue
Makenzie Mar 29
Hiding feelings has become normal
putting on this mask of a fake smile
crying silently at night into a pillow
always feeling like the issue
388 · Mar 29
Glowstick
Makenzie Mar 29
remember that a glowstick has to
break and be twisted
before it can glow
382 · Sep 8
Writing is like a bee
Makenzie Sep 8
Writing is like a bee.
You never know if the bee is good or bad
If the bee will make you  sad
Or if the bee will sting and make you mad
You never know
You never know if the bee will be so sweet with honey that you feel fuzzy inside
You never know if the bee will make you laugh with a little tickle inside
You never know
You know if the bee will hurt you or land and on you and teach you
a lesson that not all bees are bad
You never know
All bees are different and that’s okay
Some bees hurt,
Some bees just want to bee friends,
Some bees tell a beautiful story that fills you with life,
And some leave a mark that stays with you forever.
You never know
You may have a favorite type of bee
And may hate another
You never know
I wrote this is creative writing and thought I would share.
375 · Aug 26
Natures tears
Makenzie Aug 26
rain is a form of nature
its carefree and elegant
yet, has words of many
its words dancing has is flows gently down....
down to where the people live, down to where everything bad and good happens, down to where it is needed the most and most of all down to where people are killing the rest of its kind.
370 · Oct 25
OK
Makenzie Oct 25
OK
Im OK.

Its raining.
Im OK

Its cold
Im OK

People ranting to me
Im OK

Even when im not OK
I pretend to be...
297 · Mar 29
White
Makenzie Mar 29
White is completely empty
its nothing ...
yet it brightens up all the other colors
its makes a room feel bigger
205 · Oct 5
Dark swings
Makenzie Oct 5
Darkness and fog appear
They overwhelm the air
The space
The silence
It consumes the distance
Its closing in
Closer
And closer
It comes
Reaching to each object
Pulling and pushing itself in all directions
Here and there
Darkness and fog
They are here
Hearing is hard seeing is harder
The distance now feels even further than before
199 · May 26
SLOWLY ORANGE
Makenzie May 26
I slowly turn orange.

The stress taking over my body
and letting it become anxious
once more

the feeling of being burnt out
slowly takes over

It takes all my sense
and adds discomfort to them
making anxiousness grow
once more

Everythings orange.
Inspired by the color burnt orange and the idea of always being burnt out.
194 · Oct 8
Daddy’s Little Girl
Makenzie Oct 8
Zero.
One.
Two.
Three.
Fast asleep on my porch
in the middle of the day, dreaming my worries away.
Like how my doll broke and I’m still mourning the loss.
In my sandbox that doesn't have sand,
replaced with my most beloved stuffed animals,
I lay there not knowing what’s happening outside my world.
My mom shakes me awake with worry covering her face.
She screams at my father, how could he forget me here?
Four.
More fights.
Five.  
Dad’s never home.
Never has time for me.
Doesn't talk to mom much.
Red flags, brighter than a firetruck, I didn't see at this young age.
Six.
Dad’s moved out.
I have a new sister.
But at least I get a new puppy,
and whatever food and toys I want.
Plus more presents.
Seven.
Another sister.
This one has a different mom.
The fake mom is mean.
She thinks she's my mom but she's not.
“YOU’RE NOT MY MOM!”
I scream and cry until my dad comes back from the store,
wondering what happened while he was away.
He takes my side of course.
I’ve always been daddy's girl and always will be.
Eight.  
Things are changing a lot.
I don’t like it.
Nine.  
Dad got a house with her,
2 new dogs with her.
Of course my puppy gets neglected.
Favorites are picked and now I'm last.
This fake mom’s gone at work all day
while I look after my real sister and my fake one.
I grab my phone that I use only for emergencies,
and call my mom, my real mom.
“Dad’s sleeping…Fake mom’s at work…My sister’s are crying.”
I stubble over my words, not able to get them out due to panic.
“I'm coming. I promise.”
The fake mom hears it and grabs my phone.
“You can't call your mom while she’s at work. And where did you get this?”
‘Hurry mom.’ ‘My real mom.’
I run away, grab my bag,
make sure my real sister is good, and grab her hand.
It's only real if she has the same mom I thought.
My mom gets here thank god.
Ten.
Fights with fake mom,
fights with mom,
fights with me.
I hate dad's house.
I was first, now I’m last.
I feel out of place.
Eleven.
Twelve.
July 6th, 2019.
Less than a month after my birthday,
he left.
Left to live with this woman states away.
A woman that probably doesn't care about him.  
Thirteen.
I don't talk to my dad,
I guess it works out that way.  
Fourteen.
I wanna help, really I do.
(TW)
P!lls, dr!nk!ng, p@rty!ng.
No job, no phone, no contact.
I just sit and listen to my mom trash talk him.
I know he’s awful, but he’s still my dad.
I try to tune her out, keywords hit my eardrums.  
“Lazy.” “Selfish.” Worthless.”
‘But he's still my dad.’
Now.
I wonder what happened to daddy's little girl.
The one that would make him dress up,
or color while sitting on the balcony.
I wonder how it would have been if he stayed.
I have lots of questions to ask but I can’t.
Fear covers my body every time I  try to text or call.
No happy birthday this year because I was too scared to answer.
Christmas coming up and scared to ask for a simple thing:
To be daddy's little girl again.
hehe yea
191 · Sep 22
Banti
Makenzie Sep 22
Banti (ban-tee)
Such a odd name
But the name I called him
Him.
My beloved grandfather
The man who pushed me to do my best but without the pressure
The man who was always there
The man who put family above anything else
The man who was the easiest person to talk to
My grandfather
Gone.
Leaving behind the people who needed him
Leaving behind his family
Leaving behind the pain that he had to push through
Selfish.
Selfish is what I am
He was in pain and sick
He had  a whistle because he couldn't get up
This whistle is all I have left
He made his mark
A great mark
A mark that will forever stay with everyone that knew him
A mark that left his dog depressed for days without eating
A mark that left many crying for days
Gone.
Whistle.
Mark.
Keywords that tell his story in my words.
His story.
My words.
Banti
My grandfather…..
“He loved his family above all else.”  (quote from his obituary)
Inspired by my creative writing teacher.
Makenzie Sep 23
Her cracked old hands from years of work
Chop away at these vegetables for a delicious soup
On the granite counter tops
The cream colored kitchen turning as safe as her warm hugs
Into this safe haven, an escape from boredom
“I'm gonna miss this”
“What do you mean it's almost done”
-kenzie<3
I love creative writing.
125 · Mar 29
Flowers
Makenzie Mar 29
why do the best people always die first?
when you pick flowers you pick the best ones meaning they are the first to die
god likes to do the same
remember that next time you go flower picking
121 · Aug 26
D3AD
Makenzie Aug 26
TW: BL00D, D3ATH, KNIF3
panic...
Shes bleeding...
panic....
The knife gets driven in further...
panic...
There she is...
panic...
she can see me...
panic...
Im already dead.
panic...
At least she made it.
84 · Mar 29
stairs
Makenzie Mar 29
Focus on the step in front of you, not the whole staircase

Focus on getting a grip on the railing instead of falling
69 · Mar 29
furture
Makenzie Mar 29
trying to fix the past is like
rewatching a movie and expecting a diffent ending
focus on the furture cause that new ending will never come
Makenzie Sep 24
I'm so sorry this is not that poem
Not that poem with rhymes
Those cute little short ones
But this will be longer
A TW needed
A way to escape from hell
Cut, cut, cut
I cant people will see
Dance
Blame it on dance
Bruise after bruise
Injury after injury
But im not cutting
It is not self h@rm if it's not with a kn!fe
But it is
Im hurting my body
Pushing it past its limit
But how could I see that when i'm blinded by the feeling of doing it
Pushing past the pain
YES i did another day
Going to school pretending in fine
YES I did it one more time
Mother asking if I need help
Fooled her again did it
But I know I need help
I want help but can't seem to reach it
I'm sorry that it wasn't that poem….
Self h@rm could be anything and sometimes you don't even recognize it.
28 · Nov 5
Hello.... Goodbye
Makenzie Nov 5
Hello
It's me again
crying and sobbing,
panicking over assignments.
academic validation is what I seek.
crying and sobbing,
panicking over dance
being perfect comes with a price
crying and sobbing
panicking over fitting in
being "normal" is better than not being normal
its better than whatever is hiding within.
cry and sobbing
panicking, just panicking
life of a teen,
well at least me,
Now its time for me to say goodbye
21 · Nov 9
The widow
Makenzie Nov 9
I stand big and mighty.
Indeed I do,
know I'm just a small little mouse,
in this house for two.
Missing you everyday,
without our kids that are gone to play.
Lonely I am,
and I know you are too.
well see you soon love
I so love you
This is about a widow

— The End —