Marijke McKinney


Marijke McKinney Poems

41. Filthy Slate 9/11/2006
42. It's Coming 9/11/2006
43. Keep It Quiet 9/11/2006
44. Lover Without Love 9/11/2006
45. Open For Misery 9/11/2006
46. Perfect Wax Figures 9/11/2006
47. Happy 9/11/2006
48. School Roof Tops 9/11/2006
49. See Me 9/11/2006
50. So Overdone 9/11/2006
51. Someone Else 9/11/2006
52. Bad Boy Rebel 1/2/2007
53. Worlds Together 1/3/2007
54. Rhymless Thinking 2/19/2007
55. Two Weeks Gone 3/1/2007
56. Chelsea 12/3/2007
57. Big Sur 12/3/2007
58. Roadtrip 07 12/3/2007
59. San Francisco 12/3/2007
60. Waiting It Out 12/3/2007
61. Subconscious 9/11/2006
62. Subconscious 2 9/11/2006
63. Gray 9/11/2006
64. Song Of Youth 9/11/2006
65. Taste 9/11/2006
66. The Record Spins 9/11/2006
67. Sun Has Cascaded Down 9/11/2006
68. Timeworn 9/11/2006
69. Impulses Of Wires 9/11/2006
70. Forgotten Lives 9/11/2006
71. Talking Without Speaking 9/11/2006
72. I Wonder Why 9/11/2006
73. Apple Core 9/11/2006
74. Quietly Sad 9/11/2006
75. Why Waste Yourself 9/11/2006
76. Picture 9/11/2006
77. A Pretty Something 9/11/2006

Comments about Marijke McKinney

  • Delilah Miller (3/12/2007 10:48:00 PM)

    I don't want to sound too dramatic, but your poetry floors me! It's got such passion. At times, poetry seems to takes courage to put more emotion than thought into it. I think you're just going to keep getting better and better everday!
    Keep writing!
    Os and Xs, Colette

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Best Poem of Marijke McKinney

A Pretty Something

I only loved the idea of you
A pretty something
But you were just you
I should have seen it coming

You stood right in front of me
I kept on trying and trying
To make you into something beautiful
Couldn’t see you were already dieing

Scraping paint off the walls
You were all white underneath
Covered with colors from my eyes
A perfect painting of mine

I was a stupid girl
Clung to your shirt so desperately
This isn’t you, this isn’t you
I didn’t want to face reality

I was a stupid girl
Making up false stories
Between you and ...

Read the full of A Pretty Something

Forgotten Lives

Devouring me
Piece by piece
Bright eyes
Eager boy pleasure

I want to sleep
Over tips of blurred pasts
Weighted eyes
Pure smiles.

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