breathe in
breathe out
let the stars themselves sprout
don't you know to love them so?
the life, inside
the beaten hide
while lives of all must grow
and so we lay
on their remains
in hopes of seeing the next day
but we must hope
in being strong
to shine so bright
and strive along.
(I'm still tinkering with it.)
Friday, October 14, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
The Sensation of Leaving
*Sorry, everyone, for being gone. Life has gotten in the way, and I really am slightly saddened that everyone can understand that. College visits and piles of homework have taken up all of my time... and focus... and energy. So I'm trying to make up for it, kind of. Not that I really need to. You all understand my ways- I don't need to explain myself. You probably understand me to a larger extent than I myself do.
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One of my most favorite sensations in the world is watching the highway zoom by- going forward in one direction. It's when you go away. Those long car rides are hours spent well in the deep realm of thought. It is a way of escape- and I'm not talking about the feeling of the stuffy hotel duvets and that one damn bright streetlight that creeps in through the tiniest crack in the curtains. I wrote a personal narrative on a trip, on this feeling, oh-so long ago, but I could never place it for what it truly was.
I really enjoyed the sensation of not feeling "away" while I was away, two weeks ago, to Tennessee. As I traveled across the county lines, I still felt at home in the world- in myself- in that I carried my "home" with me. It came in the form of friends, good friends- ones I had not seen in so long, yet I still carried their heavy, happy memories in my heart.
On my way home from the city, escaping smoke-filled air and cramped highways, all I could gaze at were the stars shimmering in the sky. Hours whizzed by like the passing landscape and streetlights, but the stars were there all along, along for the same ride I was. The couple sitting beside me was tangled in one another, arms and legs mixed in the midst of summer, but I smiled and had my own intimate conversation with the stars. Indeed, a conversation with the very own heavens that hold all of our dreams, our loves. Those bodies, shining bright!
(I'm going to end this post now, as I have a small, cutesy, pretty lame story about my experience with the stars. Actually, I think I could write a hundred poems, a thousand stories, and a million love songs about the stars. I'm obsessed, you know.)
Mack. :)
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One of my most favorite sensations in the world is watching the highway zoom by- going forward in one direction. It's when you go away. Those long car rides are hours spent well in the deep realm of thought. It is a way of escape- and I'm not talking about the feeling of the stuffy hotel duvets and that one damn bright streetlight that creeps in through the tiniest crack in the curtains. I wrote a personal narrative on a trip, on this feeling, oh-so long ago, but I could never place it for what it truly was.
I really enjoyed the sensation of not feeling "away" while I was away, two weeks ago, to Tennessee. As I traveled across the county lines, I still felt at home in the world- in myself- in that I carried my "home" with me. It came in the form of friends, good friends- ones I had not seen in so long, yet I still carried their heavy, happy memories in my heart.
On my way home from the city, escaping smoke-filled air and cramped highways, all I could gaze at were the stars shimmering in the sky. Hours whizzed by like the passing landscape and streetlights, but the stars were there all along, along for the same ride I was. The couple sitting beside me was tangled in one another, arms and legs mixed in the midst of summer, but I smiled and had my own intimate conversation with the stars. Indeed, a conversation with the very own heavens that hold all of our dreams, our loves. Those bodies, shining bright!
(I'm going to end this post now, as I have a small, cutesy, pretty lame story about my experience with the stars. Actually, I think I could write a hundred poems, a thousand stories, and a million love songs about the stars. I'm obsessed, you know.)
Mack. :)
Monday, September 5, 2011
I am on the peak of a big discovery as I type this, and man, does it feel good to be able to know what's on the other side of this mountain.
I woke up this morning & could feel how different life suddenly was. In contrast to the sweltering heat, the air was frigid and from far away. The chimes danced in the wind, the same familiar tune they swung along to at my Grandma's house. The autumn season sure has fallen over the Kentucky hills overnight. I was not quite prepared, but I have come to terms with the change. I missed the cold being dominant, and I missed the heat being a source of relief, not the opposite.
It's been almost a year since it, but I have finally come to terms with all that had happened, and all that is yet to come. That is my resolution- my mountain's peak. I'll explain later, when I am sure. Until then, you should do two things:
1. Listen to "Holocene" by Bon Iver & "The Leaves Will Change" (Acoustic) by Take Cover because they are appropriate for autumn nights.
2. Expect my blog's name to change, as I feel a change of heart coming on. I assure you, it's for the better.
Until another time, my friends!
MacKenzie.
I woke up this morning & could feel how different life suddenly was. In contrast to the sweltering heat, the air was frigid and from far away. The chimes danced in the wind, the same familiar tune they swung along to at my Grandma's house. The autumn season sure has fallen over the Kentucky hills overnight. I was not quite prepared, but I have come to terms with the change. I missed the cold being dominant, and I missed the heat being a source of relief, not the opposite.
It's been almost a year since it, but I have finally come to terms with all that had happened, and all that is yet to come. That is my resolution- my mountain's peak. I'll explain later, when I am sure. Until then, you should do two things:
1. Listen to "Holocene" by Bon Iver & "The Leaves Will Change" (Acoustic) by Take Cover because they are appropriate for autumn nights.
2. Expect my blog's name to change, as I feel a change of heart coming on. I assure you, it's for the better.
Until another time, my friends!
MacKenzie.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
A. World's Fair
dried sand and dirt
glued to my skin
God's sweaty embrace: heat
the zebra chases the lion around the carousel
babes beg for prizes high on the wall
while the older kids desire to spin in every direction
faster faster faster
whirring of machines in a summer night
overcomes the crickets' final symphony
now almost fall.
spring forth for a few days
lighting up the nights
vain, comparison to the stars
meanwhile
Orion runs from his only fear
A scorpion in the sky
Hidden behind the screen of cigarette smoke
Delilah collects her pieces of silver
From the unsuspecting passerbys
While the animal shelter goes on empty
Where are we,
But really, why?
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