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Mckenzie Boyer Poem
Water rushing through the brook
leaving drowned out laughter
and a blooming lilypad
A mother with a weary look
as she wades through, feet clad
It’s her children she’s looking after
Hair threatens to fall in her distant eyes
She remembers when she hadn’t worried
stealing kisses under barnyard roofs
She begins to chastise
“Children put on your boots”
She raised the voice, and they scurried
But inside she was grinning ear to ear
Thinking of sweet-smelling memories
and grass-stained linen
As her children crawled near
She said, “Now listen,
I must share some stories…”
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Mckenzie Boyer Poem
A novel in the works
A painting in the making
She was an unfinished masterpiece
A wedding cake, not quite through baking
A tree still sprouting
A flower still blooming
A mustang behind it’s fence
Still unmoving
Her death was one of beauty they say
Angels came down from the heavens
Stars now shine brighter they claim
She certainly left an impression
On me, especially
Because I knew she’d be unfinished
How could she have an end,
any greater than her beginning?
Born to be special
but also to die young
Born to change lives
but to never live one
Because God couldn’t let an angel live on earth
and walk amongst this sickness
No matter how much I needed to complete
our unfinished business
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In his eyes I saw curiosity
as he crawled towards his mother's warmth, bold
In his eyes I saw confusion
As she turned her back to him, cold
He was young and clueless
No idea of what his future held
As his mother mumbled on the phone
Gravelly voice, her cigarette smelled
In his eyes I saw rejection
On his knees begging for attention
In his eyes I saw apprehension
Of oncoming sets of his mothers depression
He was taller now
but no strength in his bones
because no nutrients
can come from broken homes
In his eyes I saw fear
of being beat until he’s sleepless
In his eyes I saw shame
of broken bottles, spilling secrets
He wouldn’t bring home friends
cause his walls leaked with whispers
He couldn’t have a girlfriend
Without a place to kiss her
In his eyes I saw resentment
In his eyes I saw anger
In his eyes I saw myself
That’s when I knew he was in danger
I ran to his house
right across my fence
through the front door
tired of suspense
In his hands I saw a gun
In his eyes I saw nothing
And his mother holds her son
She thought he was bluffing
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Mckenzie Boyer Poem
10/1/14
Battered knuckles
and crazed smile
Broken china
and acidic bile
Fleeting Psychosis
lost contact with reality
My past-life diagnosis
seems to be shattering
Gripping metal tables,
while stripped down to nothing
Ties over wrists and ankles,
heart monitor humming
Poked by useless needles
Jabbed at by doctors
All I do is sing nursery rhymes
as the fill out their rosters
Therapists try hard
To get me to talk
But I just grab my knees
and I start to rock
“Rock A-bye Baby”
I hear my mother whisper
her voice drowned out
by the sobs of my sister
I start to remember
the late-nights crying
but instead I block it out
my only wish is to be dying
“Twinkle Twinkle”
“Little Stars”
I shout the words
to get rid of the scars
“Old Macdonald”
I fling out my arms
“Had a farm”
I hear the alarms
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY”
I scream at the white coats
“MERRY CHRISTMAS”
as I grab at the cold throats
Then silence…
and I know they’ve knock me out
I grin, and I smile
Cause you see, I’m free now
EDITED: 3/20/15
Bloody battered knuckles
and crazed smile
Fragmented China
and acidic stomache bile
Fleeting Psychosis
misplace contact with reality
My past-life diagnosis
seems to be shattering
Gripping frigid metal tables,
while stripped down to nothing
Ties over wrists and ankles,
heart monitor humming.
Stabbed by useless needles
Jabbed at by doctors
All I do is croon nursery rhymes
as the fill out their rosters
Therapists try too hard
To get me to talk
But I just grab my knees
and I start to rock
“Rock A-bye Baby”
I hear my mother whisper
her voice drowned out
by the sobbing of my sister
I start to remember
the late-nights spent crying
but instead I block it out
my only wish is to be dying
“Twinkle Twinkle”
“Little Stars”
I shout the lyrics
to get rid of the deep-emotional scars
“Old Macdonald”
I fling out my bleeding arms
“Had a farm”
I hear the pounding alarms
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY”
I scream at the white coats
“MERRY CHRISTMAS”
as I grab at the cold throats
Then silence…
and I know they’ve knocked me out
I grin, and I smirk
Cause you see, I’m free now
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Poor, poor me
with a frown across my face
suffering from depression
but I’ll still give you a chase
I am not weak for having issues
I am weak if I give into
your sweet chocolates and tissues
Smile for the camera babe
you say and take the picture
I didn’t want to take
but the flash is gone now,
I can feel the void
and you wonder why
I, look so mad on your petty polaroid
I keep trying to explain
the workings of my brain
but you push me away
and continue to shame
me, for things not in my control
I didn’t give up these reins
voluntarily, they were
taken from me, you stole
when you decided to be my saviour
all the other independence that I had
yet you can’t comprehend the difference
between being depressed and being sad
Love poems and bouquets
will not fix the pain I’ve suffered for years
in a few days
to love a girl
who is mentally unstable
is to be in it for the long run
before she unplugs her cable
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