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Auden Mckenzie Poem
Vibrations splinter and echo off of the walls of this bare and empty room
Silence interrupted.
I sit staring up at the ceiling fan as it spins.
Drifting farther into the void, until all I hear is noise.
Until all I hear is the low hum of the tv I left on downstairs.
An overused laugh track.
My stomach full of ?Sunday morning?.
Empty waiting.
Empty thoughts.
My mind is, for once, clear.
Transparent overwhelming.
No greater desire than to simply exist.
An existence that's relative.
Outside I hear the steady rumble of cars,
Driving by.
People living lives.
Silence amplified.
Inside, it's getting colder.
My breath is visible
Surroundings are a blur
I try to hold on to the ticking of the clock on the wall.
The sound of time passing.
Precious wastefulness.
I waited for this.
My day full until it's empty.
To be solely in my own mind.
Peaceful silence follows.
No longer feeling hollow.
Fill me to the brim with nothing.
I welcome it.
Copyright © Auden Mckenzie | Year Posted 2016
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Auden Mckenzie Poem
Your eyes remind me of Monet's
Impression, sunrise.
Like standing by the water,
At five o'clock in the morning,
Sea breeze and an oversized sweater.
Full of promise and new beginnings.
Like rays of light dancing on the harbor.
Salty air and messy hair,
I'm blown away by your captivating simplicity.
I could dive into your depths,
And never reach the bottom.
Swallowed whole by,
Your entrancing gaze.
Floating in the pool of your iris,
And delicate shadows.
Overflowing with a sense of serenity.
Birds perched sing a misty melody.
With eyes closed,
I take in the scene, remembering.
This moment, your eyes,
And the way they are so much more than beautiful.
Copyright © Auden Mckenzie | Year Posted 2016
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