mackenzie

A poem for school I wrote. I stand, nervousPalms sweaty, heart increasing casually,The red pen drawn,A weapon of destruction,To destroy my beauty, To destroy my perfect worldThe red ink circles, ...

I wouldn't wish this on anyoneNot on my enemies, Nor the hatedNo oneFor no one deserves this nightmareIt becomes a fear,You obsess over not getting itLike I didBut that was ...

The beautiful dead are here,They always have been,They always will beAlthough dead,They carry their heads highA mask on their faces,Shield us,Hide their rotten skulls,Keeping them beautifulBeautiful,B

Music RoomNoises echoed from the music room,Lullabies and hymns,Trickle out of instrumentsThe brass and woodwind work together,In perfect harmonyBursts of music, flipping of sheets create peace,Sweet

MotherYou have never seen my tears,Not how I cry, anywayI cry not of love or loss,But for the world,For the peril,The evil,EverythingMy tears kept hiddenOnly shown when brokenI have been ...