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Coffee colored emotions do not manifest tranquility; they brew turmoil scraping cinnamon foam off my tongue.
Lauren Mackenzie
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7 to 20.
he treated me like I was 7
pinching poking plunging trying to figure out ways to make me make sound
not for me but for himself
I wondered if my features reminded him of the doll he used to play with in his youth.
the thick lips I injected, the round eyes I imagined blue, and the thick nose I pinched to make small.
Hand pulled not straight but kinky roots
there’s the sound, the sound wanted.
How many different buttons did I have?
what song could I sing this time to make them want me.
rejection feels like falling:
falling
back into braided pigtails
with plastic balls
hanging from the ends
falling
back into four eyes
of course topped off with a receded smile
but attention feels like flying:
flying
Even if my skin is the intensifier never an afterthought
flying
even as stares so deep permeate my mind reminding me that
I am the curiosity the visual the empty attraction
I wonder if that’s what the aged man thought when they were 7,
untouched buttons not developed enough to make sound.
when I sing my song it always starts with 7
Lauren Mackenzie
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Ocean waters float calmly in my mind.
One wave crashes as the other subsides.
I believed in the stars.
The stars in my mind,
the ones that kept me afloat and drowned the sorrows inside.
Life will be a process of falling in deep waters. If it takes drowning numerous times keep swimming till you are able to see the other side. Be patient, for one day you will be able to run on waters while everyone else is walking on land.
Lauren Mackenzie The World Is Still Learning
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I fell in love with the cherry-blossom trees,
the way their branches swayed in the breeze.
I fell in love with starry skies, teething smiles, and painful eyes.
I fell in love with empty pages,
smearing my heart
across the pages.
I fell in love with an appealing mask,
hiding my destroyed face of wrath.
I fell in love with broken souls, broken beings, and broken shores.
As I desperately dug my hands in the sand,
holding on, hoping it was not too late for me to take flight and then land,
stars fell at my feet.
The oceans roared in the wind.
And in this moment, I realized I had fallen in love
with everything, but myself.
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Cliff ahead.
I walk towards the edge.
At the top of the sea,
the stars envelop me.
As I lie placid,
looking at violescent skies,
I know I must keep going in life.
I must get to the other side.
violescence.
The mixed emotions of tranquility and turmoil
Lauren Mackenzie The World Is Still Learning
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the words trickled down my chin
pooling at my feet
laughing at my reflection
laughing at my silence
waters rose
but I said nothing
comfort began to feel like lighting small forest fires on bare skin
the smell of burning flesh on the surface
tearing onyx colored skin to pieces
forgetting pink pajamas hair puffs and pretty charcoal dolls
dragging points and destinations that led to
nothing
you tore me apart like plato
but I said nothing
Lauren Mackenzie
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the sea called my name
it whispered secrets I had hidden and disowned
I let it
take me
move me
change me
instead of fighting to stay above water
I let it drown me
Softly
Quietly
until I molded into blue
Lauren Mackenzie
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I wish I could tell you I knew how to bear my fruit
How to devour my shame swallow my pride not feel the blame
but I dont
Instead I swallow my fears whole
creating seeds laced within my throat that become tree branches
protruding from my mouth
I wish I could tell you I knew how to bare my fruit
Instead of sinking my teeth into fragrant aromas
of flesh blood and satisfaction
but I dont
I only know how to breathe with my eyes smell with my mouth
and taste shames wrath afterwards
I wish I could tell you
but i dont
because I know you have nothing to give me in return.
Lauren Mackenzie
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Fingerprints
fingerprints on pages. breath short. eyes shut. i lived inside a dying flower. tumbling into honeyed mouths & blue fires. forget the bees sting. but how could i. when its stinger was still inside of me.
medication replaces honey with sour. bitter silence.watching eyes.
sip water. swallow. simmer down. finger. prints. on. pages. my pages. my eyes. my tears.
Lauren Mackenzie
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Viridity escapes the lips.
They watched as the surface traced a line of pits.
Sharp points overpower,
Addict by the hour.
The mind washes away the pain it encounters.
Lauren Mackenzie The World Is Still Learning
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Lips drip in lies,
instead of hungry ears.
I decided this time
to speak out truth,
not only to others but also to myself.
Lauren Mackenzie The World Is Still Learning
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Though thoughts raced through my mind,
I felt frustrated as tears flowed out of my eyes.
I knew that things would get better,
and sometimes it takes time.
As I painted colors on my easel,
I thought,
One day I will look like the colors I once used to be.
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As a child, I dreamed in color.
I dreamed of blue skies.
My soul wrapped in innocence,
my hands touched the sky,
my skin soaked in colors,
fluorescent in my mind.
Candied skies,
drizzled in syrup,
sugar-coated my eyes.
As a child, I dreamed in color.
I dreamed of chromatic stars and light.
And in these moments, I thought I was fully alive.
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Swaying trees,
and soft green.
Sunsets and skies of luminosity and pink.
Laying down unhazed,
no longer in a maze.
What colors should I paint?
With bruised lips, they whispered,
“Paint me blue.”
In remembrance of the color many used to be.
Lauren Mackenzie The World Is Still Learning
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You smell like fleeting moments,
haunting memories,
fresh flowers.
Though memories stayed etched in my mind,
I knew that I did not want them anymore,
because those memories dragged me from heaven to hell with you.
Lauren Mackenzie The World Is Still Learning
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I draw air through my lungs.
Sun caresses my skin.
Warmth tingles down my spine.
Butterflied hearts and gentle wind,
freeing my mind.
Can I finally trust this time?
Though my heart wants,
my soul shrieks at the thought.
The translucent glass shatters.
Flooding thoughts do not stop.
Memories push through my mind.
I instantaneously speed back into time.
Haunting shadows.
Silent screams.
One touch.
I cannot breathe.
Choking on words,
my limbs tremble in fear.
I wake up to realize, I escaped into my own nightmares.
Concerned eyes.
What just happened in the mind?
Will I have to explain each and every time?
Lauren Mackenzie The World Is Still Learning
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We are all human,
living souls,
living minds,
faded by the idea of perfection,
constantly seeking the remedy that will make us feel whole.
Lauren Mackenzie The World Is Still Learning
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