Poems from Mackenzie Adix
To all the downtrodden,
overlooked, or forgotten:
You’re not alone—never!
And though I’m not clever,
I know there is Someone
who like...
Some say we breathe dust, eat papyrus,
finger leather-bound tomes with gusto.
Others say our skin is thin, pale as paper,
our blood...
Here I am—
Hiding behind poetic words,
Hating that I’m afraid to speak audibly.
Here I am—
Hearing my voice in silence,
Hoping these words...
Your voice is like a whispering breeze,
the sound of sweatpants rubbing.
Swish, swish, swish. Choke.
Why are you stopping?
Keep going....
The songs our callous iPods play
urge us
drink all night, party all day—
seize our one and only chance.
We’re dying.
Throw ourselves...