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Mackenzie Brooke Poem
Find a way to me.
A way you will find.
See the colors,
In my eyes.
Drain the grey,
And the black.
Bring the color,
In my eyes.
See flashing of blue,
Flashes of green,
Flashes of brown.
If you search for me,
Search for my eyes,
There I will be found.
See the rainbow inside.
To think I went insane.
You weren't mine.
That's what would keep me sane.
Dreams and flashbacks come into view.
Thinking of what could we've been,
Thinking of the pictures of you,
Thinking of what we had,
I knew I was doomed.
See flashing of blue,
Flashes of green,
Flashes of brown.
If you search for me,
Search for my eyes,
There I will be found.
Much of darkness is in my eyes.
Haven't you noticed I've been down?
Showed my all the lies,
Do you know in my tears, I drown?
See flashing of blue,
Flashes of green,
Flashes of brown.
If you search for me,
Search for my eyes,
There I will be found.
See flashing of blue,
Flashes of green,
Flashes of brown.
If you search for me,
Search for my eyes,
There I will be found.
There I will wait,
There I will cry,
There I will relate,
There I will die.
~ORIGINAL~
Evalina Elena Eshiii E>
Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2012
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Hello?
Hello?
Is anyone here?
I am here for the “Freak Show”.
Fine don't come out.
If you can't see yourself in a mirror,
Come here Come here.
If you don't fit in,
Come here Come here.
If you're full of terror,
Come here Come here.
If your made of tin,
Come here Come here.
Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show,
To unleash their wild pack,
To come out of a shack,
To show your wild side,
To show you won't bite.
Cause it's time for the Freak Show,
To come out from the dark,
To do your freaky march,
To come unrap,
To lay down flat.
It's time for the Freak Show.
Down here we don't judge,
We don't care if your fudge,
If you have flames,
Or even fangs,
If your made of fur,
or if you purr,
Come down for the Freak Show.
30 seconds on the clock,
Those hands go tik tok,
It's almost time for halloween night,
Get ready for a real fright!
Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show,
To unleash their wild pack,
To come out of a shack,
To show your wild side,
To show you won't bite.
Cause it's time for the Freak Show,
To come out from the dark,
To do your freaky march,
To come unrap,
To lay down flat.
It's time for the Freak Show.
Just scare those kids,
Into little bits,
I'm sure they won't mind,
It isn't a crime,
Invite them inside,
For a little surprise,
You are supernatural,
Or even bichemical.
Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show,
To unleash their wild pack,
To come out of a shack,
To show your wild side,
To show you won't bite.
Cause it's time for the Freak Show,
To come out from the dark,
To do your freaky march,
To come unrap,
To lay down flat.
It's time for the Freak Show.
WELCOME HOME.
Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2011
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Once in a while,
It would be good to feel,
That I'm not alone,
That I AM real.
Once in a while,
It would be kinda nice to know,
That I'm not invisible,
That I'm not a Hoe. (MEANING GARDENING TOOL)
But only having half a heart,
Makes it kinda hard to move on.
I will learn a lot,
From his little con.
I am a dreamer,
I am a believer,
But when I am only left with half heart.
It's kinda hard not to take rejection hard.
Another one is walking around,
With his little stripper,
His little crown.
She has no idea who she'd end up with,
Giving birth in the hospital.
No one with her.
But only having half a heart,
Makes it kinda hard to move on.
I will learn a lot,
From his little con.
I am a dreamer,
I am a believer,
But when I am only left with half heart.
It's kinda hard not to take rejection hard.
Raise our hands,
Clap to the beat,
Of a hummingbird's wings.
Just remember I'm still here,
The only one,
The only one,
In love with you...
But only having half a heart,
Makes it kinda hard to move on.
I will learn a lot,
From his little con.
I am a dreamer,
I am a believer,
But when I am only left with half heart.
It's kinda hard not to take rejection hard.
We are strong,
Cold to the core,
We gotta let you know,
We're not your doll anymore.
Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2012
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I sit her in a fog,
Trying to continue blog,
And I feel like a cob,
Sitting her in this fog.
Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2013
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Boom boom tap.
Boom boom tap.
Boom boom tap.
Holy. Freaking. Crap.
Here come the snare drums,
With the bass drums,
And the cymbals,
The band follows.
I have a secret.
Everyone knows it.
And I don't know about,
If I can contain this shout.
And I don't know,
If I can take it anymore.
I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.
Tap tap tap.
Boom-de-tap-tap.
The marching band's coming.
You better start moving.
They don't stop.
All of them just stomp- stomp- stooooomp.
I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.
This song probably makes,
No sense.
But there's really no,
Deep meaning.
These are the facts...
Literally everyone goes,
Crap, crap, crap.
I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.
Zoom zoom zoom.
Zoom te zoom zoom.
My heart goes boom boom.
But you just see it through.
Like it's a clear,
Drum beat.
Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2013
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Where are all the people?
There is always something to be scared of.
I just wished everyone will please stop fighting,
And listen to everyone sing.
Everyone needs a little love.
Some people need the shove,
The confidence to show people what you're made of.
People won't you listen?
Hearing things like,
Maybe you should kill yourself.
Instead of asking for a little help.
See all these people crying?
They need to all start flying.
I wish everyone will please stop fighting,
And let the people sing.
If you need someone to talk to,
Let's be right here for you.
If you need a shoulder to cry on,
We'll sit and try a little flan.
We need to stop and think of all the uncommon people.
Think of all of them you don't know.
The ones who don't like to show.
The ones that'll really glow.
People won't you listen?
Hearing things like,
Maybe you should kill yourself.
Instead of asking for a little help.
See all these people crying?
They need to all start flying.
I wish everyone will please stop fighting,
And let the people sing.
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INCOMPLETE
Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2013
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I stand here,
Dead in the dark,
I try not to shed a tear,
Why'd it have to be so far?
I stand here,
Thinking of the future,
Thinking of fear,
Does it have a cure?
I stand here,
Thinking of how to succeed,
With obstacles at the end of each peer,
Wanting to show I am not another bead,
On another necklace,
Am I dirt to be stepped on?
I show how to be free,
Like a wild horse,
I know I am meant for great things,
That's why I want to go Over and Beyond,
To the edges of the earth,
Not sure where it ends,
Dieing for rebirth,
I shall not bend,
To your every whim,
I shall not cry,
I will not give in,
I shall not die.
I walk here,
Through vines of life,
It's getting near,
Will I be intertwined?
I walk here,
Looking for a light,
Waiting for the fog to clear,
Will I shine bright?
I walk here,
Showing the truth,
Ready to steer,
Will my mood still be blue?
I show how to be free,
Like a wild horse,
I know I am meant for great things,
That's why I want to go Over and Beyond,
To the edges of the earth,
Not sure where it ends,
Dieing for rebirth,
I shall not bend,
To your every whim,
I shall not cry,
I will not give in,
I shall not die.
I will run,
Into his arms,
Not shedding blood,
Into his care.
I will run,
Off that cuddled peer,
Showing my love,
Showing no fear.
I show how to be free,
Like a wild horse,
I know I am meant for great things,
That's why I want to go Over and Beyond,
To the edges of the earth,
Not sure where it ends,
Dieing for rebirth,
I shall not bend,
To your every whim,
I shall not cry,
I will not give in,
I shall not die.
I show how to be free,
Like a wild horse,
I know I am meant for great things,
That's why I want to go Over and Beyond,
To the edges of the earth,
Not sure where it ends,
Dieing for rebirth,
I shall not bend,
To your every whim,
I shall not cry,
I will not give in,
I shall not die.
So don't try to stop me,
I will only push pass,
Through those trees,
Through the cold, damp grass.
I will succeed.
I will succeed.
I will succeed.
I will succeed.
Don't stop me.
Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2011
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It's been so long.
It's been so painful.
The choices I've made,
Haven't ended so great.
Then I saw him.
Everything started to go slow.
And when I saw him,
I found the courage I lost long ago.
Then I heard the ocean's whisper,
And I knew God showed me his blinker.
Though I don't know why,
Penguins can't fly.
And I've tried,
So hard to let the last one go.
So why should I,
Let my heart fall hard again.
I heard the ocean's whisper,
So I listened.
I got the courage,
Of a baby bird to fly.
So I tried because I haven't loved lately,
And you said maybe.
I found myself again.
Then I heard the ocean's whisper,
And I knew God showed me his blinker.
Though I don't know why,
Penguins can't fly.
And I've tried,
So hard to let the last one go.
So why should I,
Let my heart fall hard again.
I heard the ocean's whisper,
So I listened.
I got so worked up,
Because you said maybe.
I watched the clock.
The last thing I heard,
Was tick tock.
My heart sunk.
You never arrived.
I know most of this doesn't rhyme,
But the point is,
He doesn't have the time
Then I heard the ocean's whisper,
And I knew God showed me his blinker.
Though I don't know why,
Penguins can't fly.
And I've tried,
So hard to let the last one go.
So why should I,
Let my heart fall hard again.
I heard the ocean's whisper,
So I listened.
But even now,
The thought of you makes my heart twinkle.
~not done~
Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2012
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A Statue of you stands in my head.
The lemonade we shared is beside my bed.
If I were a dog you would be a flea.
If only there was you and me.
WAAK, WAAK,
It's the sound penguins make.
WAAK, WAAK,
It's a radio station on double, double take.
WAAK, WAAK, WAAK.
WAAK, WAAK.
Hey you playing soccer.
I will be your love doctor.
We'll ride a gondola the Paris, France.
Save me the last dance.
WAAK, WAAK,
It's the sound penguins make.
WAAK, WAAK,
It's a radio station on double, double take.
WAAK, WAAK, WAAK.
WAAK, WAAK.
You think I'm an idiot.
I think your an angel.
Thanks for saving all the damage.
But I'm in a strangle.
You're sweeter than an orange.
But I'm just something that ends in range.
WAAK, WAAK,
It's the sound penguins make.
WAAK, WAAK,
It's a radio station on double, double take.
WAAK, WAAK, WAAK.
WAAK, WAAK.
WAAK, WAAK,
It's the sound penguins make.
WAAK, WAAK,
It's a radio station on double, double take.
WAAK, WAAK, WAAK.
WAAK, WAAK.
Bleeding love.
Penguins and trucks.
Parties and doves.
Vampires and drunks.
Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2012
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Christmas is coming.
Christmas is coming.
Christmas is coming.
What are you doing this year?
Jingle bells are rattling,
Santa's come tapping,
On your roof is,
Dasher and Dancer,
And Prancer and Vixen,
Comet and Cupid,
And Donner and Blitzen.
Here comes Rudolph!
Christmas is coming!
Christmas is coming,
Your parents are loving,
How your rooms clean.
Its not like you're meeting the queen.
Jingle bells are rattling,
Santa's come tapping,
On your roof is,
Dasher and Dancer,
And Prancer and Vixen,
Comet and Cupid,
And Donner and Blitzen.
Here comes Rudolph!
Christmas is coming!
It is amazing seeing the christmas lights,
Passing as you're driving by.
Seeing the snowmen,
In northern Texas!
Jingle bells are rattling,
Santa's come tapping,
On your roof is...
Jingle bells are rattling,
Santa's come tapping,
On your roof is,
Dasher and Dancer,
And Prancer and Vixen,
Comet and Cupid,
And Donner and Blitzen.
Here comes Rudolph!
Christmas is coming!
The only question left,
Is what are you giving,
And what you're gonna get?
Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2011
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