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 May 2016 Makenzie Scott
Stephan
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*A warm morning
greets me beneath a
silent springtime sky
of fading stars
and moon beam departures
as another lonely day
finds me still
thinking of you

And as I quietly gaze
across sunrise glimmers
tickling distant weary fields
to the northern horizon
my thoughts change
as I wonder. . .
if you are thinking
of me too
Living a life full of shadows, full of echoes
Voices from my past bellows
In my head and in my heart
They seem to want to tear me apart
To make me pay a price I don't owe
The devil put a price on my soul
He's tried to crush me
Rush me
Brush me aside
Make me hide
God's angels join in
Chasing away any friend

I'm not ment for heaven or hell
I just ride the growing swell
Until I'm dropped into the hole
Where all the unwanted souls go
The black abyss will be a welcome sight
No longer having to put up a fight
There in the darkness I'll dwell in delight
Far from hell's dogs
Or those heavenly hogs
I wish
I could cut myself off
From the commotion in the world.
Find
A door, portal, or some outlet
Which would take me to a state of
Tranquility;
A place were I could lay my body down
And not feel
The slightest twinge of pain...
FEEL
Unpolluted
Unailed.
If you walk with a purpose
Your feet will never tire


-Hadrian Veska
You look like one big freckle
The way that you are covered
From your head down to your toes
One end to the other

In the tint, shade, and color
Blending perfectly
Pink in pigmentation
All points in between

You look like you're from Florida
Sporting the finest tan
With not an inch of acreage left
In epidermis land

If freckles told a story
In all their sun drenched glory
You would be the greatest read
Of that you have no worries
 May 2016 Makenzie Scott
Sjr1000
We started a conversation
Many years ago
It never really ended
There was always
More to go.

It's in our conversation
It's in the eyes we both behold
Whole world's inside
Our conversation
They just continue to unfold.

Some may call it love
Some may call it
Talk talk talk
We started a conversation
And until it's ended
I have no where else to go.

Landscapes
may change
Friends and names
may come and go
Children
Ourselves
We all grow old.

Conversation
Our connection
Started many years ago
It never really ended
There is always
more to go.

The  mountains
have called us
The ocean too
It's on these walks
I talk with you

One more conversation
And maybe we'll be through
But first I know
I will be listening to you

We started a conversation
Many years ago
It never really ended
There is still always more to go.
Don't look, don't see, or you'll find
This river of tears is mine
I've been swept away in this torrential flood
Forever buried in a wall of mud
Of personal tragedy, anguish, and woe
Naked and shivering as the north wind blows
My very being had been laid bare
I lay in my bed of anguish and despair
Knowing I haven't a prayer
Living a life in disrepair
Close to death
A finale breath
Reaper's touch
A finale hush
Pain dissipates
In loved one's eyes reinstates
 May 2016 Makenzie Scott
Stephan
.

*It sat out in an open field
It was the strangest thing
An orb the size of who knows what
A giant ball of string

We laughed as we walked hand in hand
Our eyes were mystified
She tried to reach around the ball
Me on the other side

Neither of our hands could touch
Still inches far apart
I chuckled just a little bit
Her laughter it did start

When then I saw her look around
She wore a sneaky grin
Reached into her pocket deep
Then glanced around again

Her hand it held a pocket knife
A shining piece of steel
She then cut off a piece of string
And quickly did conceal

We ran away so very fast
Till it was far behind
Then stopped so I could figure out
What she had on her mind

Reaching out she took my hand
Pulled out the piece of string
Then tied it round my finger tight
A smile it did bring

I asked her tell me what it meant
She answered me so true
I tied it so you won’t forget
That I’m in love with you
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