Makayla Johnson Poems
|3.||Love Is Ugly||9/28/2012|
|8.||When The World Ends||10/5/2012|
|9.||What Is Life?||12/18/2012|
|10.||The Artisan Knight||9/20/2012|
|11.||In My Head||9/20/2012|
|13.||Sincerely, Your Government||9/20/2012|
|16.||Frame Of Mind||9/20/2012|
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Frame Of Mind
There's a place beyond the single frame of mind you know,
a place too dark to ever go,
a place found deep past mask and costume,
a place locked tight in a single room.
It sits alone and festers in silence,
eating the edges away.
And projected pictures of pain and violence
will ever remain here to stay.
It's a mental realm much too real for reality to find,
I have the key but dare not open this vicious state of mind.
And it's always there to swallow my hope,
so deep in its soul do I soak.
But I dare not let it out, you see,
it blackens ...
In My Head
It's dark and there's trails,
trails I have to follow,
trails made of blood.
Footprints in the pool,
in the red,
in my head.