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"makayla" poems
Home is where I grew up It's where we buried my favorite dog It's the yellow and red tulips in the back yard It's the memories of the celebrations and holidays It's where my friends were It's the tennis court on the next block It's the elementary school we walked to It's the library rock wall that we walked along It's the skating rink we go to every Friday night It's where I grew up It's the kitchen where the height measurements on the door frame still stand It's the closet from my room where I hid my secrets It's the long nights I stayed up laughing with my sister It's achievements I was awarded It's the kitchen cabinet where I would always hide It's the memory of my brother and how he treated us It's the barking in the middle of the night when we got our new puppy who is now bigger than I am It's the shed in the yard next door where I had fun It's the memory of my neighbors It's the nights I spent grieving with my sister It's Jimmy joining in the army It's where I got most of my injuries It's the sleepovers with my friend Tennison It's how me and Makayla danced in the dining room It's my job as a babysitter and a dog walker It's my crush living at the end of the block It's the abandoned house where we hung out It was the trips to JR's house It was where I learned to ride a bike, crochet, play soccer, basketball, tennis It's where I discovered myself It's the memory of packing and moving out It's Greg and his family trashing my dad's hard work Home is not riding the bus to school It's not my brother moving out It's not the drama It's not the bad things that have happened It's not the hospital bills It's not the white picket fence in the front yard This may be where I live and I know my thoughts will change but for right now This is not my home.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
home
Home is where I grew up It's where we buried my favorite dog It's the yellow and red tulips in the back yard It's the memories of the celebrations and holidays It's where my friends were It's the tennis court on the next block It's the elementary school we walked to It's the library rock wall that we walked along It's the skating rink we go to every Friday night It's where I grew up It's the kitchen where the height measurements on the door frame still stand It's the closet from my room where I hid my secrets It's the long nights I stayed up laughing with my sister It's achievements I was awarded It's the kitchen cabinet where I would always hide It's the memory of my brother and how he treated us It's the barking in the middle of the night when we got our new puppy who is now bigger than I am It's the shed in the yard next door where I had fun It's the memory of my neighbors It's the nights I spent grieving with my sister It's Jimmy joining in the army It's where I got most of my injuries It's the sleepovers with my friend Tennison It's how me and Makayla danced in the dining room It's my job as a babysitter and a dog walker It's my crush living at the end of the block It's the abandoned house where we hung out It was the trips to JR's house It was where I learned to ride a bike, crochet, play soccer, basketball, tennis It's where I discovered myself It's the memory of packing and moving out It's Greg and his family trashing my dad's hard work Home is not riding the bus to school It's not my brother moving out It's not the drama It's not the bad things that have happened It's not the hospital bills It's not the white picket fence in the front yard This may be where I live and I know my thoughts will change but for right now This is not my home.
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She makes me so happy that I can't explain what my life would be like without her. She has been there for me in some pretty bad times.. even when I didn't want her to find out I was in pain. She knows me more than I know myself. She shows me different sides of me that I didn't know existed. We've had some fights and there are still times when I want to bash her head in with my own fist.. but I love her death. I would risk my life for her and I know she would do the same in return although I won't let her. I can't stand to see her upset, it makes me feel like I have to make things better so she can be happy.. But she pushes me away so it gets harder to do. We are inseparable. We have been with each other since the beginning and we'll end that way. Seeing her happy and laughing can brighten my entire day. I am lucky to have her as a sister. Even though I may get mad and push everyone away, I appreciate that you've never given up on me. Thank you makayla :)
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
her.
I can't explain The energy currently flowin throw my veins It's this weird thrill of happiness Becuase I Like someone And I think they like me to So now I can tell my  x-lover That I feel for another And that we need to stop seeing each other Becuase soon I'll be with the other ©makayla bailey
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May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
New Boy and Benefits
lORD. this tooth ache maybe if I pain myself more then the acHEE, will stopping aching press on it makayla NO STUPID. don’t press on it hurt hurt hurt painnnn tired of this pain like a tree being growing under my tooth the roots spreading across my gum giving me this ACHE.
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
tooth ache
that-that pain uhuh it's in my head i guess? like my eyebrows are being pulled over my eyes oh lord it HUrts okay makayla breathe you will be fine. no NO NO i will not be fine when i have this headache aching and paining ugh this headache
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
headache
What's it matter Makayla? You're nothing to everyone.
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
Nothing
My body began to sink. A wave of depression was sweeping me under. I was low. Back at the bottom of the ocean. I had reasons on why I was drifting in and out of waves. Being pushed by the currents. Being drug farther down by my mind. I shouldn't let myself drift like this. I shouldn't let the waves of past push me down. Too bad I don't control the ocean. It controls me. It decides if I will fly or swim. Be caught in a storm or burnt by the sun. That is reality for me. This is reality. The pain. The silver blade breaking my skin. The achohol drowning out the past. The sleeping pills making me sick. Then pain from people. Friends ignoring me, not you Emily. People acting like I'm a ghost. The laughing. Elementary school really ****** me up. I think everyone is laughing. It's killing me slowly. I can't be in the same room as some people for fear one day I'll just break and beat the **** out of them. God how I'd love makayla to do something so what happen in middle school can happen again. Stupid lying jerks. Afraid to trust. Afraid to love again. Unlovable? That's a good description. Untouchable. That describes it... Dead? Spot on!
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
Under the ocean
nuh nuh no one listens they tend to ignore can I ask you a- (shut up makayla no one cares) im beginning to become afraid. that if no one listens to me. then I’d have to listen to myself. help me please.
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Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC
listen please
as I write this I lay in bed on a Friday night. i just saw my friends were at a party. well friends from a distance. and then I saw my friend hanging out with my other friend behind my back. but this is not what saddens me. what makes me sad is the fact that that could have been me. but I search deep in myself trying to find a passcode or a key. to unlock the "normal" part of me. normal as in when will I talk to only two people and then go home and talk to no one. hold on I almost let a tear out of my eye. why is it that me, makayla, sits in her bed this Friday night alone, saddened, broken. when did I become broken. have I always been? i beg the question, who fault was this. because if it mine I can accept that, but I must place blame. if i don't I will just wallow, keep my tears behind the cages of my eyelids, or die.
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Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 1:18 AM UTC
Friday night thoughts
Like many others I have a best friend she goes by many names makayla,tiger,my ******* she may be my best friend to others but to me she is my sister,my rock,my love,my reason to live,my everything she is the reason im living i wanted to **** myself until i meet her she stayed on the phone with me all night telling me how much she love me,how much her family loved me,how much everyone would miss me if I  died and I almost did die I tried to **** myself I was sad all the time crying, sleeping, or cutting that's the only thing I ever did never left my room scared about what might happen if I did but Makayla helped me through that too and I still have days where I feel I have nothing to live for and then I remember I have makayla to live for thank you and I love you makayla
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Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 1:35 AM UTC
Makayla