"makenzie" poems - Hello Poetry

I know that whatever I do I can do it with you. Thankfully, you'e by my side day and night. In the dark and through the storms You'll be might light and You'll be my warmth. You give me strength and reason to breathe. You are everything that I need. You have saved me from my sin You bring hope to me again. This month we celebrate your birth the most joyous day on all the earth. The world fills with your love and gratitude for Thee above. We thank Thee, Lord for the sacrifice of your precious earthly life, that you may feel our joy and pain that we can be with you again. Because I know I'm never alone and that you're with me through the storm I can endure through the darkest night because I know that you're by my side. With Gratiude and Love for thee, your humble servant, Makenzie.

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Dec 7, 2014

Dec 7, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC

SmileNowSunshine

With Gratitude and Love

I know that whatever I do I can do it with you. Thankfully, you'e by my side day and night. In the dark and through the storms You'll be might light and You'll be my warmth. You give me strength and reason to breathe. You are everything that I need. You have saved me from my sin You bring hope to me again. This month we celebrate your birth the most joyous day on all the earth. The world fills with your love and gratitude for Thee above. We thank Thee, Lord for the sacrifice of your precious earthly life, that you may feel our joy and pain that we can be with you again. Because I know I'm never alone and that you're with me through the storm I can endure through the darkest night because I know that you're by my side. With Gratiude and Love for thee, your humble servant, Makenzie.

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Stop making me write of only the sappy tree stumps that aren't what they used to be. Just dripping with lust and longing making the whole **** thing sticky. I want to make words worth while, of bigger problems, like a dead forest or two. But my world has been burning also with everything that has to do with you. So I guess I'll plant a seed, water it and leave it be. Don't cut me down, or be there to hear the sound, there's already enough bleeding. I believe you can make it better steadier, and tall. Maybe then these words will live a life, instead of hearing the sound of my tree stump mind, waiting to grow through it all. -Makenzie.

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Aug 14, 2011

Aug 14, 2011 at 5:46 PM UTC

makenzie-davis

A high priority.

Stop making me write of only the sappy tree stumps that aren't what they used to be. Just dripping with lust and longing making the whole **** thing sticky. I want to make words worth while, of bigger problems, like a dead forest or two. But my world has been burning also with everything that has to do with you. So I guess I'll plant a seed, water it and leave it be. Don't cut me down, or be there to hear the sound, there's already enough bleeding. I believe you can make it better steadier, and tall. Maybe then these words will live a life, instead of hearing the sound of my tree stump mind, waiting to grow through it all. -Makenzie.

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Laying in beds I'll never sleep in again, I think of all the people I could be. But if I started new, I'd probably still end up being me. So I could clean these sheets, but I'm still the same mattress underneath. I trusted myself to know where I am, but where will I be taken? I'll never know what life to fall into when I'm busy jumping around in my head. Checking into hotels I can't call home, I think of all the towns I could see. But if I lived there, they'd end up being somewhere different, completely. So I could paint the walls, but people still think I'm that first color even after it all. Well, who's following who, and where does it take us? Away from the old cities we've tried to crush? I wonder how far nowhere can get me when my future roommates don't know where they see themselves living. So tired out of hotel rooms, I want nothing this temporary. -Makenzie.

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Aug 14, 2011

Aug 14, 2011 at 5:51 PM UTC

makenzie-davis

Following hallways and highways.

Laying in beds I'll never sleep in again, I think of all the people I could be. But if I started new, I'd probably still end up being me. So I could clean these sheets, but I'm still the same mattress underneath. I trusted myself to know where I am, but where will I be taken? I'll never know what life to fall into when I'm busy jumping around in my head. Checking into hotels I can't call home, I think of all the towns I could see. But if I lived there, they'd end up being somewhere different, completely. So I could paint the walls, but people still think I'm that first color even after it all. Well, who's following who, and where does it take us? Away from the old cities we've tried to crush? I wonder how far nowhere can get me when my future roommates don't know where they see themselves living. So tired out of hotel rooms, I want nothing this temporary. -Makenzie.

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You are the warmest winter, Keeping it just warm enough to never snow. Sitting somewhere in clouds above my world Holding back the white flecks from encircling my globe. But that’s what we’re doing now, Trading a good thing for maybe something better. Out to replace normal with an iceless ground So that we don’t have to tiptoe around the weather. And you don’t mind intertwining our lives Like the temperatures are doing with seasons. The borrowed days from autumn, newness of spring, The connections from summer, and a million reasons. Whatever we were doing then Was a nice, natural time line, I guess. More like a buildup than a countdown. Less like accomplishment and more like success. If it ever gets cold enough again, It’s because the outdoors will finally understand That by then we will have weaved blankets from comfort And made hot chocolate with a richer feeling Than being friends. Until then I’ll be blowing on the fire That I’ve been watching since I felt its heat. Surely it can melt the plastic walls of my snow globe That have been in the way of letting you Make me feel complete. -Makenzie.

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Aug 14, 2011

Aug 14, 2011 at 11:58 PM UTC

makenzie-davis

My winter flame, melted anyway.

You are the warmest winter, Keeping it just warm enough to never snow. Sitting somewhere in clouds above my world Holding back the white flecks from encircling my globe. But that’s what we’re doing now, Trading a good thing for maybe something better. Out to replace normal with an iceless ground So that we don’t have to tiptoe around the weather. And you don’t mind intertwining our lives Like the temperatures are doing with seasons. The borrowed days from autumn, newness of spring, The connections from summer, and a million reasons. Whatever we were doing then Was a nice, natural time line, I guess. More like a buildup than a countdown. Less like accomplishment and more like success. If it ever gets cold enough again, It’s because the outdoors will finally understand That by then we will have weaved blankets from comfort And made hot chocolate with a richer feeling Than being friends. Until then I’ll be blowing on the fire That I’ve been watching since I felt its heat. Surely it can melt the plastic walls of my snow globe That have been in the way of letting you Make me feel complete. -Makenzie.

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You don't think she knows that she's a thief? Well when you leave your door unlocked, you make it so easy. And since you're her lawyer, judge and jury, she'll return your heart in a hurry. Innocent or guilty, both of you should know that this case can never be buried. -Makenzie.

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Aug 14, 2011

Aug 14, 2011 at 5:48 PM UTC

makenzie-davis

Growing up nicely.

You don't think she knows that she's a thief? Well when you leave your door unlocked, you make it so easy. And since you're her lawyer, judge and jury, she'll return your heart in a hurry. Innocent or guilty, both of you should know that this case can never be buried. -Makenzie.

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I can feel it, I know you're all trying to drill these truths into my brain. But a hole is a hole just the same, and the truth can fall right back out of the place it found its way in. Sometimes, I think I'm losing more confidence with each compliment. I'm not fishing for your washed up arguments, I just can't catch a real break. At times it can be hard to tell with each short lived side glance, but my ego's just a man made lake. Drill, drill, drill only if it scares the fish away. But even if you scattered them, it doesn't mean they won't find a way to stay. All truth is subjective, just like how I look in a reflection, and how safe can I really be? My head has holes from every pessimistic approach, yet optimism has never really suited me. -Makenzie.

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Aug 14, 2011

Aug 14, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC

makenzie-davis

Mind like a mirror.

I can feel it, I know you're all trying to drill these truths into my brain. But a hole is a hole just the same, and the truth can fall right back out of the place it found its way in. Sometimes, I think I'm losing more confidence with each compliment. I'm not fishing for your washed up arguments, I just can't catch a real break. At times it can be hard to tell with each short lived side glance, but my ego's just a man made lake. Drill, drill, drill only if it scares the fish away. But even if you scattered them, it doesn't mean they won't find a way to stay. All truth is subjective, just like how I look in a reflection, and how safe can I really be? My head has holes from every pessimistic approach, yet optimism has never really suited me. -Makenzie.

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My hair has tangles from running my fingers through it. I can't stop messing with the things I know are mine, because I don't know what else I'll get. Can you tell? My body wants someone else to notice. To notice the nails being bitten, the eyes when they're blinking. I don't want to ruin myself before you see what I'm missing. While wiping colors on my eyes, I wonder if my face is really mine, when all I do is dress it up so maybe I'll become an object of your time. But more than the knots in hair that tangle my impatience, I want you to see the reasons behind the clothes and under the limbs that reach out for some sentimental fairness. -Makenzie.

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Aug 14, 2011

Aug 14, 2011 at 5:32 PM UTC

makenzie-davis

I would like to break the spell.

My hair has tangles from running my fingers through it. I can't stop messing with the things I know are mine, because I don't know what else I'll get. Can you tell? My body wants someone else to notice. To notice the nails being bitten, the eyes when they're blinking. I don't want to ruin myself before you see what I'm missing. While wiping colors on my eyes, I wonder if my face is really mine, when all I do is dress it up so maybe I'll become an object of your time. But more than the knots in hair that tangle my impatience, I want you to see the reasons behind the clothes and under the limbs that reach out for some sentimental fairness. -Makenzie.

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Drugs, except you were much more strong. Withdrawals, except you hurt much more often. It was all a trip through a time when I belonged. A warped corner of our minds when right was just as euphoric as wrong. Can't say I miss you, can only say I wish for you. Twist the straight lines in my head that lead me back to when I cried at the truth. Lines, except burning my chest and not my nose. Cravings, except now I can't satisfy those. You where so expensive, but I was never broke. So I became broken instead, confessing to the faces of people I can't know. Days compared to feelings, some kind of unfair trend. Straighten the twisted motives in your head and then maybe you'd find us again. Shots, except I'm more wounded than drunk. Hangovers, except I remember everything you took. Stumbling through night, seeing without having to look. I pumped through you and wore off, but promises are caught in my bloodstream like clots. Can't say I need you, can only say I breathed for you. Hallucinate my smiles and drown them in tears, I'll never know when you were telling the truth. -Makenzie.

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Aug 14, 2011

Aug 14, 2011 at 11:07 PM UTC

makenzie-davis

Once you feel it, you can never leave it.

Drugs, except you were much more strong. Withdrawals, except you hurt much more often. It was all a trip through a time when I belonged. A warped corner of our minds when right was just as euphoric as wrong. Can't say I miss you, can only say I wish for you. Twist the straight lines in my head that lead me back to when I cried at the truth. Lines, except burning my chest and not my nose. Cravings, except now I can't satisfy those. You where so expensive, but I was never broke. So I became broken instead, confessing to the faces of people I can't know. Days compared to feelings, some kind of unfair trend. Straighten the twisted motives in your head and then maybe you'd find us again. Shots, except I'm more wounded than drunk. Hangovers, except I remember everything you took. Stumbling through night, seeing without having to look. I pumped through you and wore off, but promises are caught in my bloodstream like clots. Can't say I need you, can only say I breathed for you. Hallucinate my smiles and drown them in tears, I'll never know when you were telling the truth. -Makenzie.

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The words flow like blood The pen being the heart The paper the skin Once there was a girl Who knew the words of all But once they just disappeared... Makenzie do you still write poetry? Yeah! No... I haven't in a while... Makenzie do you have any ideas? Yeah! No, I haven't for a while.... *Hey Mak want to read this poem? Maybe write one with me?" Sure! No, I haven't wanted to write for a while.... Why are you crying? It's nothing No, I wanted to cry for a while... Why are you always so angry? Because I can be. I don't want to let you see the broken me... No, I am not always angry only for a while... What happened to the sweet Mak? She got killed a while ago. No, She just went and hid for a while.... Are you done being a b$$$h? I suppose. No, how else do I show how I feel? All these words wander around my head. No way to get free. FREE From the prison I trapped them in! NO WAY TO LEAVE! But the world is a mean place I just happened to adapt rather easily I bent into the perfect American! But wait one tiny flaw. I turned out to be a Witch! No seriously I love earth! Wiccans are not demons! What do you have to say? Quit being mean to your siblings. Why are you being nice all of a sudden? WHEN DID IT BECOME A CURSE? A curse that no matter what you do, Your family finds a flaw My fatal flaw was being born... OR at least they make it seem that way! So I will give my words the Freedom they deserve. I will write poetry yet again. I have made my choice and now I am thinking ahead.

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Mar 28, 2016

Mar 28, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC

Raptor_Rodent

Freedom of words

The words flow like blood The pen being the heart The paper the skin Once there was a girl Who knew the words of all But once they just disappeared... Makenzie do you still write poetry? Yeah! No... I haven't in a while... Makenzie do you have any ideas? Yeah! No, I haven't for a while.... *Hey Mak want to read this poem? Maybe write one with me?" Sure! No, I haven't wanted to write for a while.... Why are you crying? It's nothing No, I wanted to cry for a while... Why are you always so angry? Because I can be. I don't want to let you see the broken me... No, I am not always angry only for a while... What happened to the sweet Mak? She got killed a while ago. No, She just went and hid for a while.... Are you done being a b$$$h? I suppose. No, how else do I show how I feel? All these words wander around my head. No way to get free. FREE From the prison I trapped them in! NO WAY TO LEAVE! But the world is a mean place I just happened to adapt rather easily I bent into the perfect American! But wait one tiny flaw. I turned out to be a Witch! No seriously I love earth! Wiccans are not demons! What do you have to say? Quit being mean to your siblings. Why are you being nice all of a sudden? WHEN DID IT BECOME A CURSE? A curse that no matter what you do, Your family finds a flaw My fatal flaw was being born... OR at least they make it seem that way! So I will give my words the Freedom they deserve. I will write poetry yet again. I have made my choice and now I am thinking ahead.

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I am here with all the extra legs I hate, perched above the spider web my life has so cleverly created. And god **** it, I'm in an open doorway, I'm watching the ones I love fly this way. While I am here in such a perfect place to entangle the good with the bad, to mix the living with the prey. Is this really a life? Working hard on something so strong that can be caught in a breeze and be gone. I am here with a web, and every one of you. I want to believe in surviving without tangles and traps, to write to you about how I feel without holding back. But god **** it, I'm not Charlotte. No warning signs from shiny thread will make me honest. No, no, no, I don't want to. I will never have enough time to weave you a message in some invisible writing before this doorway is no longer mine. -Makenzie.

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Aug 14, 2011

Aug 14, 2011 at 5:40 PM UTC

makenzie-davis

Wish the best for you, look for the best in me.

I am here with all the extra legs I hate, perched above the spider web my life has so cleverly created. And god **** it, I'm in an open doorway, I'm watching the ones I love fly this way. While I am here in such a perfect place to entangle the good with the bad, to mix the living with the prey. Is this really a life? Working hard on something so strong that can be caught in a breeze and be gone. I am here with a web, and every one of you. I want to believe in surviving without tangles and traps, to write to you about how I feel without holding back. But god **** it, I'm not Charlotte. No warning signs from shiny thread will make me honest. No, no, no, I don't want to. I will never have enough time to weave you a message in some invisible writing before this doorway is no longer mine. -Makenzie.

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Makenzie pay attention This is how to be a lady Is what I am expected to be. A Lady who is just a dog on a leash But I am a storm that has been unleashed Grandma Lucy I am a person not a dog I yell. Now she has sat in the corner Oh I am so scared Yet here I stand Wandering why she sent me to the corner Like I care if she is my grandma She tells me that I am going to Hell Hell doesn't scare, Heaven does No one knows what will happen to you up there Yet in Hell you either get tortured or you do the torturing Yet here I stand In this stupid corner Cursing my Grandma She thinks she is young. But don't you only get older? Makenzie you can come out of the corner if you act like a lady. I don't act like a lady because I am not weak. I would yell Respect my elders my **** I respect people who respect me I don't respect someone who tells me that I am going to hell for liking both genders Last I checked we can't control that So I will stand in this corner I will disobey Because that is what a lady is A person to do what she wants I am not a dog I will not bow down before your will So good luck Yet this corner is imprinted in my mind Because of how many times I had to stand there So yes I have a corner in which my skeletons lie Not in a closet but in plain sight Corners are bad Yet here I stand Till I get free But that is just a dream I will fuel the fire By completing my desires. So for now I will Stand in the corner. Or until I become a Proper Lady

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Jan 8, 2016

Jan 8, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC

Raptor_Rodent

Yet Here I stand

Makenzie pay attention This is how to be a lady Is what I am expected to be. A Lady who is just a dog on a leash But I am a storm that has been unleashed Grandma Lucy I am a person not a dog I yell. Now she has sat in the corner Oh I am so scared Yet here I stand Wandering why she sent me to the corner Like I care if she is my grandma She tells me that I am going to Hell Hell doesn't scare, Heaven does No one knows what will happen to you up there Yet in Hell you either get tortured or you do the torturing Yet here I stand In this stupid corner Cursing my Grandma She thinks she is young. But don't you only get older? Makenzie you can come out of the corner if you act like a lady. I don't act like a lady because I am not weak. I would yell Respect my elders my **** I respect people who respect me I don't respect someone who tells me that I am going to hell for liking both genders Last I checked we can't control that So I will stand in this corner I will disobey Because that is what a lady is A person to do what she wants I am not a dog I will not bow down before your will So good luck Yet this corner is imprinted in my mind Because of how many times I had to stand there So yes I have a corner in which my skeletons lie Not in a closet but in plain sight Corners are bad Yet here I stand Till I get free But that is just a dream I will fuel the fire By completing my desires. So for now I will Stand in the corner. Or until I become a Proper Lady

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I am the wind I am the fire in my eyes I can see the backdrop of black and every color in between My life has danced between black and white My name is a whisper Barely heard Everybody recognizes but no one cares I danced with darkness and slept in light Blamed my life I am my life People realized I hear everything And I can see the small things change I wonder if people see me analyze everything With my two sharp eyes They flick in between people My name is Makenzie And I am me!

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Apr 12, 2015

Apr 12, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC

Raptor_Rodent

Who am I?

I am the wind I am the fire in my eyes I can see the backdrop of black and every color in between My life has danced between black and white My name is a whisper Barely heard Everybody recognizes but no one cares I danced with darkness and slept in light Blamed my life I am my life People realized I hear everything And I can see the small things change I wonder if people see me analyze everything With my two sharp eyes They flick in between people My name is Makenzie And I am me!

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