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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
Little boy number two
Felt the coldness from the air
That was breathed from the family
That grieved and was fighting for two to
Survive something new
And scary and horrible and dismal
The unthinkable and impossible
All along boy number two played alone
In his gated room that felt bigger and emptier
Than when he lived with his brother
And nobody took notice on little boy number three
Who had become seen
With the figurine he kept warm
from his little fingers he held on tightly
The pair of them would never be alone again
Copyright © Kylie Mcgrenera | Year Posted 2025
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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
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
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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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
Imagine a place
Where no discrimination exists
Where there is no topic of color or race
Imagine a place
Devoid of judgment and despair
Devoid of criticisms, differences, and nasty glares
Imagine a place
That doesn’t compare
The way we walk and what we wear
In this place, it does not matter
The texture of smoothness or roughness of hair
In such a place, all would be fare
In knowing that the root is the commonality we share
that will always connect us to the skin we bear
Copyright © Kylie Mcgrenera | Year Posted 2025
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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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