I don’t crave you the way that I used to I no longer feel your claws at my feet I’ll admit, I never stopped seeing your reflection Though, the reminders of you have become bittersweet I used to be reckless and desperate Always wondering if you were thinking of me Then your sister came down …
Her
She romanticizes cigarettes like they’re going out of style Depression mixed with nicotine makes for one hell of a smile Greenery on greenery; those plants are taking over Sutures made of twine and ivy keep her held together She tastes like peaches But not those canned ones from the store Rather, fresh one from the …
August 11th, 2020
I’ve been struggling to find the words I'm somewhere between wanting to be left alone and needing to be heard So I speak to strangers If I'm a bother they can walk away Might falter with the first few steps until they shake the weight And if I’m gunna stay I need to catch a …
June 20th 2020
It’s as if we’re trying too hard to make every moment poetry Sat by the lake searching for words to a scripture known only to trees The crashing of water against driftwood rings through my ears but the best I can muster is melancholy A nostalgic reminder of evenings unsheltered drinking alone at the beach …
The Wild Woman and the Alchemist
Winter had never been warmer I had Orion in my sight Uttered words of no commitment as we crept into the night Spring blistered into summer Skin flushed; clothes set aflame Midnight skies were incandescent Stars dripped down like June's rains We'd drive up and down the West Coast trying to escape our brains I'd …
Or Is This Just Diatribe?
Does it help you? To hide behind such an identity To seek validity in the form of pity Do you nurture your relationships? Or do you expect them to coddle you Two way streets no longer exist Go run and hide in the arms of pixelated strangers Dive into the shallow waters that bring you …
Lace
Off with my head Thought it'd be the end But in the stillness I started to blossom The fruits of my labor were lain out around me A crescent of passion in microsom Eryn Mackenzie 2020
4/27/20
When I die plant me underneath a citrus tree My decomposing body can be sustenance for the seedlings And when it finally fruits the locals can consume me Eryn Mackenzie 2020
Birch
I spent years looking for friends in the wrong places Wanderers wishing disease on my roots I looked to the sky til it ended Pulled myself up by the boots I've come to the realization most want you to be moderated Although they could never mute my hue So they shun me and my leaves …
Eryn Mackenzie 