The Art of Bodies

I start with the eye
the first spark of life
This new creation
has such a past
what it knows
what is has seen
The nose is next
life-life features
it has scent
the other eye is drawn
unequal to it's former
but co-existing in union
My creation has life
you can see
the lips come up
such a complicated
delicate
procedure
never perfect
but she can now speak
through distorted words
and is now a she
eye brows arch in
cool expression
face shaped slim and fitting
hair is flowing
She's alive.
What her past entails.
Her neck is thin
and portioned
she speaks to me
she breathes
trying to finish the body
fail
scribble
trash
my creation
Dead.

No-Man's Land

I quickly load my revolver and cling to the wall in stealth mode. My life was at stake. i check my gun again making sure every barrel is filled. It's all against all. There are no allies here. We're stuck in no-man's land and only one can make it out alive. Take no prisoners.
Peeking out from the side of the house, I see an enemy with a wary eye. He has fear trembling through him. He hasn't a chance in this cruel world. Launching out from the side of the house, I fire and he falls dead before I tuck and roll behind the car. I have two more enemies. I squat low and peek back to my old hiding spot. An enemy now holds it. I aim my gun and shoot. The noise cracked the air and there was no chance for survival from my target. The smoke rolled up and blocked my vision. A sneer came across my face taking in my hungry blood thirsty pride.
The smoke cleared and the foe still stood with a grin on his face as he shot me. The bullet had no effect though, because bullets don't work when they come from Cheaters.
"YOU CHEATED!" I cry stomping forward.
"Uh... no, I didn't," my friend casually replied.
"Ya-huh! I shot you!" my face was red with anger.
"And I dodged it," he cooly said.
My anger grew, "NUH-UH! I HIT YOU SQUARE IN THE CHEST! YOU'RE DEAD!"
A blast came from behind me as I turned to see Kylie shooting me.
"Haha! You're dead!" She jeered.
"We're on time out! That didn't count! I killed Brett, but he won't die!"
"Nuh-UH!" You didn't kill m and you just got shot again. YOU cheated!" Brett poked at me.
"NO I DIDN'T!"
"Yeah! You did!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yah-huh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yah-huh!"
My face boiled with anger, I leaned forward ready to pounce, but retracted . I stomped away.
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

The Looking Glass tells

When I look in the mirror,
i see something unexpected.
I see a stranger's eyes, unsuspected
And adult prepared for the world
Who's had a past in an image swirled.
Where did she come from?
What is her tale?
Does she love someone?
She looks so frail.
but second glance, she is me.
And by chance, I'm not who I see.

Mustaches

The hair that lies beneath your nose
Most fashionable on men
More commonly, wealthy men.
Rarely fashionable on women.
Goes dashingly well with a top hat
and monocle
Thin ones
Busy ones
Curly ones
Flat ones
Handlebar
Manchu
Toothbrush
Full
Red ones
Brown ones
Blond ones
Gray ones
Black ones
Crumbly snacks saved for later
Warm maxillas during winter
Shade for lips during Summer
there's not reason NOT to have one.
It may low below the nose
but it reigns superior to the upper lip.
Now I mustache you,
Will you grow a mustache?

Summer Memories

Glowing heat and the radiant sun
hold me back in my past
It brings all my summer memories
boiling to the top.
The cherished and broken heart
Joyful days of biking
Cruel embarrassing crushes
that infected a foolish child's heart
Building forts in the deserts
Walking to the Pool
Coming home at dark
before that last streetlight sparked.
My childhood returned to me
through a simple rising sun
Video games completed
Rollerblades knees skidded
The taste of blood from danger
filled adventure scars
The misty dreams of yesterday
can never be repeated.
Childhood days were spent
with no change to spare
All the summer brings
is my hopeless urge
To return back to the days
of Goosebump books and shimmery pogs
mudpies, boybands, straggly hair, and stray dogs
The days where the world was our toy box
and we had one in our room
just in case the world was too much
to much for us to handle
How silly we were
to worry about the world
being too much
When we ourselves
were so little.

Say Goodbye to your Sisters

"Hold your sister's hand,"
My mother tells me
I don't want to.
She's too clingy.
She has funny hair.
She sucks on her pacifier too much.

"Play nice with your sister,"
My mother scolds me.
I don't want to.
She doesn't play right.
She smells funny.
she won't play the way I want to.

"Don't push your sister,"
My mother yells at me.
I want to.
She's dumb.
And ugly.
And she steals all my hugs.

"Look at your new sister,"
My mother shows me.
I don't want to.
She's more clingy than the other one.
She has even funnier hair.
I don't want two sisters.

"Don't pick on your sister,"
My mother points at me.
I want to.
She's so small.
And really noisy.
She always gets what she wants.

"Say goodbye to your sisters."
My mother tells me.
I don't want to.
I'll miss them.
I love them.

They don't have such funny hair.
They smell moderately nice.
The way they played was okay.
They weren't too clingy.
They shared most of their hugs.

I'm sorry I didn't like to hold your hands.
I'm sorry I played rough and cruel.
I'm sorry I pushed you both.
I'm sorry I didn't want you at first.
I'm sorry I picked on you both.
I'm sorry I said Goodbye.

Forget the Formalities, It’s Just You and Me

a song written by Mackenzie Dunn

I was not supposed to remember
What you said to me
I was not supposed to remember
The way you held me
I was not supposed to remember…
You at all

I can still taste all the lies
You fed to me
All the stumbled steps
You danced with me
and through all the chilly nights and pointless fights
you’d comfort me
now you’re just
a faded memory.

Erasing your name out of my diary entries
But your face will haunt my dreams for centuries
we shared so much in our recent past
we were both fools to think this would last
I was not supposed to love
you at all.

I can still taste all the lies
You fed to me
All the stumbled steps
You danced with me
and through all the chilly nights and pointless fights
you’d comfort me
now you’re just
a faded memory.

*whispered*
(This is for my harsh remarksmy attitude and my vicious barks
I can’t believe I hurt you so
but darling, you hurt me too
in my defense dear
I couldn’t trust )
You at all.

I can still taste all the lies
You fed to me
All the stumbled steps
You danced with me
and through all the chilly nights and pointless fights
you’d comfort me
now you’re just
a faded memory.

I was not supposed to forget
what you said to me (but I will)
I was not supposed to forget
The way you held me (but I will)
I was not supposed to forget
You at all. (but I will)