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Kylie Mcgrenera Poem
Like opening your passenger door
2 cm above the curb, I exhaled with great relief.
And then I began to write. A freeing of one's
soul onto paper, inner most private thoughts
disguised as others' wild imaginations,
letting loose of all inhibitions,
only a freedom in which the innocence
of a child or a foolish drunk may experience,
writing for me
was a freeing of creative scratchiness
that finally
would unleash my messy caged thoughts
out into the open-
Free, from my mind.
Copyright © Kylie Mcgrenera | Year Posted 2021
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Kylie Mcgrenera Poem
I looked into her eyes as I walked off the plank
A glimpse into the surrounding water as I searched and sank
When will I ever reach the top
As I struggled towards up
Only to relive the chance before the drop
I would tell her to stop, I would tell her to stay
In promise that there will always be a brighter day
This day I would promise would never come
For flooded eyes can't see past a blue sun
My naked body now stripped from the sea
I stare down at the body that lay before me
Her eyes now shallow as I wore most of it
Her head above water could now be lit
I coupled regret with my hand soaking wet
As her grip within would soon be gone
Gave new meaning to the words float on
Before the release of sunken sorrow
I closed her blue eyes to reveal tomorrow
Copyright © Kylie Mcgrenera | Year Posted 2019
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Kylie Mcgrenera Poem
Who are you to punish me,
This way, this long
I was punished enough with shame,
Financial burden, and most good things taken away
Who are you to decide this ill fate towards me
Is it not enough you destroy my name,
you take away years of my life, and still not enough
But to take away some joy that may remain
To brand me with the mistake I've made
To change my personality, to take away my friends,
To decide who to love, to decide where I rest my head
You splashed water in my face
To wake me up and so I hardened
There were days that went by, I felt stronger even taller
But like wood you suffocate
Before real sparks can ignite,
Instead it festers, and grows slowly,
Molding, rotting, eating from the inside out
Who are you to choose my life for me
and not even let me drink this pain away
Or escape this cruel reality
Copyright © Kylie Mcgrenera | Year Posted 2019
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Kylie Mcgrenera Poem
I am grateful. I am lucky. I do the work.
I am grateful, even though I don’t always have fun
I am grateful, even though I wait for the longest minutes of my life to pass
I am grateful, for today I had no major failures, I was safe, and I was successful
I am grateful, because my moments of success were not accompanied by total moments of dread
I am grateful, because in my heart I feel and I believe I can write
I am grateful, because when all else fails, I can do this
Copyright © Kylie Mcgrenera | Year Posted 2019
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Kylie Mcgrenera Poem
Thoughts of splendor
tussled and muttered
like waves they crash
and disappear
Briefly then is it calm and steady
peaceful, and purposeful flow
Out of sight, a beautiful serenity
hidden deeply in the vast
Rebuilding quietly, the current pulls
as the weight takes over the mass
Compelled to last they fight for impression
gripping onto the life below
Until the time the tide is broken
may the grip never let go
Copyright © Kylie Mcgrenera | Year Posted 2019
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Kylie Mcgrenera Poem
It's hilarious to think that you can poke at my skin
and think I can feel anything above an inch thick
the thought of your words pinching dead skin
as if I could receive a word like a stick
or be pushed over by a shock wave from a disapproving look
you can throw things, you can spit, you can punch me with your fists
but you will have to try harder
and walk longer and faster
and be braver and bigger
than a bully that stands alone
and follow me home
to a truer hell than you will ever know
Copyright © Kylie Mcgrenera | Year Posted 2019
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Kylie Mcgrenera Poem
The healing of time
may grant forgiveness
and patch the past
with threads of patience
may it mend the heart
to bear life as before
and let tired eyes rest
and lost fate restore
Copyright © Kylie Mcgrenera | Year Posted 2019
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Kylie Mcgrenera Poem
You poor stupid fool
You thought you could trust me
But instead I took your words
And wrote what you had coming
Detaching myself was my way of coping
And I told myself you deserved everything written
Until I had finished you'd wait in anticipation
I spared you nothing because that is what you made me feel
Until I gave you back all control
When there was nothing left I could use or see
I surrendered my senses and let them suffocate me
Copyright © Kylie Mcgrenera | Year Posted 2019
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Kylie Mcgrenera Poem
Her tears trickle deep
Within her flooded soul
While the drops change red as her only console
She wants what she cannot have
And all that she has is time
This she will never know
For now, the shortest reach to peace
exists in her longest dreams
So she presses her lashes against her pillow tight
and dreams for hours her sorrow out of the night
As her eyes flutter she is not alone
But she'll never discover the others just like her
For change comes too slow
Copyright © Kylie Mcgrenera | Year Posted 2019
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Kylie Mcgrenera Poem
I don’t want your pity. I want your laughter. Because we have to laugh at ourselves and our situations we put ourselves in
because we must never take ourselves nor the journey too seriously
or it would make for a very long, tedious never ending road
Especially with our backs hunched over, as if we were in defeat
we must always remember to never travel alone
and as long as your pain echoes mine
we will always be carrying one another’s stone
And when the load seems heavy we will laugh and ask ourselves
why we chose to carry so many
Copyright © Kylie Mcgrenera | Year Posted 2019
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