macie-the-poet

[macie-the-poet]

a chair to sleep in

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trigger warning! suicidal ideation, please don’t read if that bothers you, and take care of yourself

there’s a cat

sitting in my chair,

peacefully sleeping.

he’s unaware of what i’m going to do.

there’s a girl

sitting at her desk,

doing her work.

she’s also unaware of what i’m going to do.

there’s a dog

lying on the floor,

listening for squirrels.

she’s just as unaware of what i’m going to do.

there’s also another dog

at the bigger dog’s feet,

yipping at her.

he’s unaware of what i’m going to do.

there’s a friend

sitting on call with me,

playing her guitar.

she’s unaware of what i’m going to do.

if i go through,

and kill myself

it’ll effect these people.

the friend,

she won’t be able to call me anymore.

no more playing me songs she wrote.

the second dog,

he won’t be able to play with me anymore.

no more jumping at my feet.

the first dog,

she won’t be able to bark at me anymore.

no more barking at me until i pet her.

the girl,

though i don’t quite know her

she’d probably realize one of her classmates isnt there anymore.

one that talks a lot.

and the cat,

oh, the cat.

the cat won’t be able to sleep in my chair anymore.

the cat won’t be able to nest in my blankets anymore.

no more meowing at my door.

so maybe, i shouldn’t follow through.

maybe it would effect the people around me,

too much.

maybe i should keep giving the cat

a chair to sleep in.

[macie-the-poet]

worth it

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it feels weird

not being able to text her anymore.

but it’s worth it.

it’s strange to think about

all the time we had together

is gone.

but its worth it.

its gonna be weird

no longer staying up late

playing roblox with her.

but its worth it.

it may be rocky at first,

i may regret my choice at first.

but i know,

i know, deep down,

i made the right choice.

even with the good memories

i’ve began to realize

that the bad

was to bad

to ignore.

“if you’re drinking coffee,

and it has milk,

but you don’t like milk,

you can’t just ignore the milk.”

the bad part of her

was the milk in my coffee.

outweighing the good.

spoiling the wonderful taste of the coffee

i couldn’t take it anymore.

so i ran.

i ran away from her.

and its weird

its weird without her.

but i’ll get used to it.

cause im not going back.

my choice

was the right choice

my choice

is worth it

[macie-the-poet]

not a poem BUT there’s just something about poetry that just makes me wanna like just do poetry.

like whenever i see a poem that has an impact on me i inspire to one day have a poem that has as great as an impact as poems have had on me, cause like a poem saved my life tbh (i almost killed myself - hayley grace) and i just hope that one day one of my poems can save someone’s life.

i know, my poetry has probably had some sort of impact on people already but i want it to be big. i want my poems to impact many people, not just a few.

maybe i’m dreaming too big, but, i wanna help someone with poetry like poetry has helped me.

my friend once told me that i give words meanings that she has never seen anyone do before, but she may be biased because she is my friend, but i hope she was right, because i do hope i can use my words in ways that words have never been used before so that people keep coming back for more poetry.

i wanna be a poet, as a job, when i grow up. i’m already a poet but i wanna have like my profession about poetry cause i just love it so much.

you know, english has always been my favorite subject really, since i was like in 1st grade i’ve wanted to be an author (or that’s the earliest i can remember), except for i don’t really wanna be an author anymore, i wanna be a poet, but is a poet an author (i genuinely do not know)

yknow, i actually used to hate writing poems, it was because i thought that they always had to rhyme, i hated them until 7th grade, when we had to write a poem for ELA, and i liked it, i liked it a lot, and later, as in a few weeks later, i wrote a poem for fun, and i loved it. so i just kept writing and couldn’t stop writing and still can’t stop.

so i guess, don’t be scared to give things another chance?

i used to say i hated poets too (i didn’t actually) my reason was “they act so much smarter than me” (i hadn’t actually met a poet)

so i apologize to all poets for like younger me’s hate towards you (i didn’t actually hate y’all)

at the same time of hating poems i also that they were so cool, cause like poems are just awesome and you know, i just didn’t like writing them.

anyway, i’m still not very great at writing poems that rhyme so i mostly do free verse but ive started to try and write more poems with rhyme schemes.

maybe i’ll post one later

anyway sorry for this post just being me rambling and sorry for not posting, i’ve been writing poems still i just didn’t feel like posting any, i probably will later.

have good day, night, afternoon!

macie out!

[macie-the-poet]

death

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im not scared of death

im scared of whats after.

what comes after you die?

is there a heaven and hell?

or is it all black?

maybe you’re reborn,

into a new life.

would that new life be better?

or would it be worse?

if there is a heaven and a hell

which one would i go to?

am i good enough for heaven?

or do the bad outweigh the good?

i wish someone could tell us

that they could tell us what comes next.

but that is impossible,

at least i think it is.

death is not scary to me.

it’s what comes after that’s scary to me.

[macie-the-poet]

the stars

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the stars shine.

they shine bright in the sky.

what makes stars shine?

do stars shine because of all their achievements

or maybe their beauty?

whatever it is that makes them shine,

i want it.

i want to shine like a star.

so, of course i make sure i get all a’s

what would i be without my grades?

i want to shine like a star.

so, of course i make sure im nice

what would i be without being a helper?

i want to shine like a star.

so, of course i deal with their shit

what would i be without being a listener?

i want to shine like a star

but nothing is getting me there.

i try my hardest to be the best,

to be on top.

if im not the best, i dont know what i am.

i won’t settle for anything less than the best.

because, doesn’t the best make you shine?

so yes, i make sure i’m smart and get good grades.

yes, i make sure im nice, maybe i could be kinder.

yes, i make sure im there to help.

but what makes stars shine?

[macie-the-poet]

choices

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life is full of choices.

everything you do is a choice.

you drinking water? a choice.

you brushing your hair? a choice.

you loving that person? a choice.

you talking to someone? a choice.

you having a pet? a choice.

me writing this poem? a choice.

with so many choices in life

i often wonder,

“am i making the right choice?”

or “how do i tell whats the right choice?”

i never know

i guess life is really just a guesses.

i’m always guessing i made the right choice

but did i?

i never know

i don’t like not knowing stuff,

i don’t like not knowing if i made the right choice

but still, everyday is full of choices.

doing work? that’s a choice.

sleeping tonight? that’s a choice.

eating food? that’s a choice.

painting a painting? that’s a choice.

writing this poem? it was a choice.

and i believe it was the right choice.

[macie-the-poet]

fears

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i’m scared of a lot of things,

some big, some small

some silly, some serious.

i’m scared of silly things like the dark

and then i’m scared of serious things like change.

but, my biggest fear of all?

it’s being forgotten.

it has been for some time

i fear i will be forgotten when i have no more to give

so, i end up giving people everything i can think of.

maybe the gifts make people remember

if i do something big, if i am someone big

i cannot be forgotten.

so, i end up hanging all my achievements around myself.

maybe the smartness make people remember

i don’t know what makes people remember

but i long to know,

if i know what makes people remember

then i can never be forgotten.

being forgotten seems like a fate worse than death,

but i’m not scared of death, i’m scared of being forgotten.

i have fears,

some big, some little

some silly, some serious.

but the biggest one of them all has always been

being forgotten.

[macie-the-poet]

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hi! i’m macie. welcome to my blog,, here’s the important stuff:

-i am a minor! do not be weird!

-they/any pronouns

-this isn’t my main blog,, my main blog is @mouser-is-a-goober, i talk about theatre over there.

-all my work is original,, and written by me. please dont steal it.

thats all the important stuff

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non-important stuff!!

-i do music, i play piano, clarinet, and sing. im in my school’s band

-i love musical theatre (my favorite musical is newsies if you’re wondering.)

-i have 2 cats and 2 dogs!!

-i like to draw

-fun fact: i used to HATE writing poems for like no reason?? until one day i had to write a poem for school and i LOVED it.

-i like stars, i find them cool

-my favorite color is purple and my favorite animal is a shark

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thats all! my ask box is open btw! see you!

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