Mackenzie Vieth

Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013

There He Stands.
With the appearance of a man.
Simply watching all of the plan unfold.
Truth be told, he seems normal enough.
Yet before those gentle eyes, the whole world has fallen-
is desperately calling, waiting to be lifted up.

There He Stands.
Beholding man.
A tear slides down His beautiful face,
and lands in His outstretched hand.
And now He is reaching, without speaking,
extending an offer we cannot, the world could not
possibly fathom, or even begin to understand.

Here, the world trembles.
Ignoring Grace and its' ultimate symbol,
doing the only things we believe we can.
We nervously chuckle, we cower, we wonder,
Pride will not allow us to acknowledge-
that this problem we have created has existed
since our time here began.

Here, we kneel.
Brought to our knees,
praying, pleading:
"Please, I cannot help myself, I am only a man."
Simply smiling,
He reaches down,
piling,
the world on His divine shoulders,
allowing Sin's nails to pierce His Holy hands.

I wrote this poem for an English class in high school. Our assignment was poetry, and since this poem was faith-based I thought it was the best one to present to my fellow classmates at a Lutheran school. Feel free to comment, positive feedback as well as criticism, as long as it is constructive, are welcome.

Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013

Devious By Design

I've got this frozen heart inside-
at the same time,
that fire of desire is still burning me alive.
I couldn't level out these feelings if I tried,
so for now I'll cling to the few good memories you left behind
just to survive.

Thinking about those nights that felts so good I could've died,
and I did, now dealing with this ghost called conscience in my mind-
telling me I should quit this.
We were with it,
now "we" isn't,
and I was just one out of
God knows how many so-called b*tches
that you played, and now I'm enslaved-
by the idea of you and I.
Which now I know can never happen,
I realize everything you claim to be is one big lie.

But I am stronger than I know,
I am not your precious little prize.
I've got the courage to look right into your manipulative eyes.
I see straight through you,
through all the arrogance, the wrongful pride,
I look at the kid I thought I knew and see he never even existed,
so we can never coincide.

Perhaps none of this is true,
maybe it's not your fault or mine,
and you didn't intentionally ***** me over-
you're just
devious
by
design.

Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013

Runaway.

She's a little runaway.
never had much to say but-
one thing's for sure,
she's gonna make it somewhere, someday.

She's a little runaway.
never spoke up about his evil ways but-
one thing's for sure.
she's gonna make him pay, somehow, some way.

She's a little runaway.
never stopped dreaming about a better him but-
one thing's for sure,
she's gonna get a real man of her own,
and he's out there waiting, someplace.

She's a little runaway,
she's off the path, she's gone astray.
her original plans have all fallen away.
because of a new face, but
one thing's for sure,
they don't matter to her anymore anyways-
plans are for those who stay.
and she can't stand anymore pain.

So she starts to run away like always,
from the past, from all those tear-filled days-
when a new someone,
a new face,
grabs her wrist and asks her,
to stay.

But she's a little runaway.
he can't tame the spirit who refuses to be tamed.
so together,
they run away.

Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013

Reverse.

I've chosen to immerse myself in you-
in every little thing you do.
It took so long for me to recognize the curse.
He made it his mission to coerce me,
He made it is mission to decide
every little move I made-
it all came down to wrong versus right.
I chose to submerse myself in my own thoughts,
ignore the facts that were in plain sight.
I was wrong about him,
all that was left was you and
you're all I need
even if all we would have is one night.
I've chosen to reverse,
I set aside my lonely curse
you're worth all the lies I had to sort though-
I finally found you in the light.
Yes, it was worth it to reverse this curse,
just so I could finally smile.
I've chosen to traverse this life with you by my side,
now I know all the pain was worth it-
I'm no longer entangled in the resentment my heart used to hide.
Now I see my future ahead of me,
and no matter how adverse,
I'll always be proud of my decision to reverse.
We are worth everything I had to go through,
I finally have happiness in my sights,
yes, it was worth it to reverse this curse,
just so you could finally be mine.

Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013

Always.

I'm jealous
just thinking about how
you haven't always been
mine,
you're lucky,
that I've always been,
yours.

Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013

Breaking the Chain

The line between courage and cowardice has been blurred.
Perched on a cliff of confidence, we sit.
Looking at cowardice below.
How absurd that none recognize the danger which may await.

We utter words which we do not truly think,
Misguided by the thoughts of others, we talk.
Looking like fools, we write our own thoughts in invisible ink.
How ridiculous that none speak that which they feel, but instead let the thoughts of others dictate.

So who will break the chain?
Stepping out of line, we are changed.
Looking nothing like the over-confident fool we once were.
How strange that we now boldly preach the message which sanctifies and saves.

Mackenzie Vieth Jun 2013

Disposable

I am not disposable.
That's a fact, it's non-negotiable.
A fact, which right now you smirk at-
but I am not a servant, and
you're certainly not an aristocrat.

I am not expendable.
I wish proper etiquette was injectable,
because that's a vaccine you desperately need.
Caring and truly caring-
you need to learn the difference between those two things.

I am not nonessential.
You think you know me inside and out,
but you don't have the right credentials.
I try to understand your motives,
but your thoughts are cryptic and confidential.

I am not unnecessary.
You make yourself into two faces-
the object of all my affection, and my greatest adversary.
This situation is just a coal mine-
your treating me like I am these things is the canary.

These things are what I am not.
I should be paramount in your life.
Through your own actions you've proven these are all I am to you,
You've unsheathed a backstabbing knife.

I am here to stay.
Though you've nonchalantly tried to toss me away,
you will learn someday,
that I am not disposable.