Blank Pages

Blank pages staring up at you
An emptiness brimming with possibility

Unspoken thoughts fighting to break loose
Wrestling with undiscovered ability

Unwritten words rising before you
Rich with potential eloquence

You pick up your pen and write
Conquering inspiration's absence

Word Paintings

Some do art with paint
Some do art with ink
I prefer to do my art
With the complex medium of words

Let me weave an image for you

Let me use words to capture
The magic of life
That no one can explain

Let me use words to make
You feel the joy, the love, and even the pain

Those things we feel everyday
But rarely do express
Become the pigments which color
These pictures of words I paint

Come experience the power
The weight, the life
Of even the tiniest word

Failure and Success

I have been tested over and over again
I passed so many times
Only to look back and find
I had failed in the end

But we all have to fail
A time or two
It's what makes success so sweet

To know you have good reason to say
That was hard as hell
But hell wasn't too hard for me

Midnight Storms

Shadows, violet and deep, skulk up to surround me. A whisper, cold and lonely, tugs at my dampened hair. A light, ethereal in the chaos, illuminates a tree. Then darkness, black and stifling, engulfs the lonesome tree.

I run, my gown dripping, into the darkened night. I scream, my eyes not seeing, a single familiar sight. I fall, my hands are bleeding, I cannot find the way. I wish, oh so fervently, for someone to hear my cry.

A hand, strong and sturdy, grasps my shaking arm. Eyes, clear and determined, penetrate my own.

We run, racing nature, to hearth, to home, to light. We fly, soaring above, the confusion and the rain. My heart, just so frightened, is now so full of joy. This moment, just the one, was worth this midnight storm.

The Sun Is Bright

The sun is bright
The clouds have gone
To haunt another soul

My heart is light
The pain recedes
Leaving nothing to console

Falling

I wrote this for a Language Arts class a while ago. The assignment was to use long and short sentences to create palpable tension. I know it's rather dark, but I liked it. Here it is:

Aching. Running. I can feel my pulse hammering through my body, hear my thoughts extinguished by the exhaustion that overwhelms my senses.

There it is again. That sound, that terrible sound, worse than anything I’ve ever heard before.

Silence. Crushing, penetrating silence. And then it comes again, that piercing, wrenching scream, tearing me away from everything I’ve ever known.

With a start, I realize that I am the one screaming. I listen, so helplessly listen, and my weight becomes too much of a burden. I fall to the cold, forest floor.

Darkness, blacker than ink surrounds me. I am falling.

Sinner

I did a certain thing today
That some might call a sin.
But no amount of anything
Could make me undo that
Certain thing I did

If what I've done be called a sin
Then sinner so call me.
If what I've done be called a sin
Then sinner must I be.

For my heart
It leapt with joy
A joy that is so scarce
And I felt as though
The sky itself
Were not too high for me

If what I've done be called a sin
Then sinner shall I be.
If what I've done be called a sin
Then sinner so I be.

-Makenzie Jean

More Than You Think You Can Be

Life rolls on so quickly
Not glancing back at
The ones it leaves behind

How, then, does it feel
Like I’m moving so slowly
I’m gonna be left behind

Special becomes
Nothing more
Than a word
To describe something so out of reach

You can be
More than you think you can be
Don’t hold back
Just be you

Flowers wilt
Water dries up
The sun sets on us

Beauty is lost
In the sea of disaster
Passion for living is dying

So hold on to me
I won’t let you fall
Don’t give up
On me

You can be
More than you think you can be
Don’t hold back
Just be you

Layers...

Humanity has the tendency to hide their deepest feelings behind layers of lies, deception, and darkness.