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Mckenzie Frost Poem
The ticking of the clocks made me snap.
Their constant teasing,
Slowing down,
Speeding up.
Tick tock,
Tick tock.
Going on and on
"We're losing time" they scream
But really,
Time doesn't exist,
Clocks do.
We have been programmed to run on something that doesn't exist
"In enough time..." I'll go insane.
In enough time, of course
But if time doesn't exist,
Then I'll never lose my sanity.
Or maybe,
Just maybe,
I never had any.
Copyright © Mckenzie Frost | Year Posted 2015
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Mckenzie Frost Poem
There are violets,
Growing under your skin,
Casting galactic shadows,
Mixed with the dandelions,
Tangled in.
The roses are blossoming,
Through the cracks in your skin,
Slowly dying,
Wilting,
Petals falling,
Cascading down your imperfections,
Kissing the wounded parts of you,
Trying to heal,
In the morning a daisy grew,
By nightfall,
A garden flourished,
In the hollows of your cheekbones,
And the shadows under your eyes
But no matter what metaphor you use,
To make everything sound beautiful
Everyone knows it's flesh,
And it always will be.
At night,
When everyone is asleep,
You're wide awake,
Picking flowers for him.
Copyright © Mckenzie Frost | Year Posted 2016
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Mckenzie Frost Poem
In our bubble,
We'll be together forever.
We'll slow dance to the music in our minds.
As the orange sinks into the sky,
Starting a new adventure,
We will start our new adventure.
When the sky is painted with Crimson to Violet,
With a topcoat of midnight blue,
Our lives start again,
We'll watch the kids
In the yard
We'll read a book again for the hundredth time,
Because it'll never get old,
Unlike us,
Slowly aging,
In each others arms,
Together,
In our bubble.
Copyright © Mckenzie Frost | Year Posted 2015
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Mckenzie Frost Poem
Stop
Stop trying to please everyone else,
It's not your job
To be responsible for everyone except yourself.
You don't have to be strong anymore,
It's okay to be vulnerable,
and it's okay to cry.
Because you deserve to be
happier than you are,
And helping others
won't help you
fix yourself,
because we were born
to be real,
not to be perfect,
The people you helped,
the people you fixed
planted flowers in your lungs,
though they were beautiful,
you couldn't breathe.
So now it's time
it's time for me to ask you this:
Are you okay?
Copyright © Mckenzie Frost | Year Posted 2016
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