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 May 2014 alex kennedy
Doy A
I am lost
for words
for feelings
for everything in between you and what could be
for all that cannot be.

I am lost
in your eyes
in this confusion
in this complicated mix of delusions and false reassurances
in my own dreams and goals.

There are still a lot of things I need to prove
to you
to everyone else
and most especially, to myself.
A kiss of pure intention
is one not frequently found
For the lips that meet yours
often bring your knees to the ground

I can't wait until the day when my doubts will float away
and I will be kissed by the most genuine of lips
Ugly, horrid souls use romantic moonlit strolls
as a gateway, leading to her willing hips

A kiss of pure intention
leaves me feeling breathless


A kiss of pure intention
has no need to mention
future possibility
for an equal probability
of walking you home in the moonlight
or staying until the covers are wrinkled just right
for you read the same book, are on the same page
Emotions run parallel, obviously engaged
We learn to read one another, to see what we'll find

*A kiss of pure intention leaves more than lust behind.
Inspired by a Freaks and Geeks romance & personal experiences.
 May 2014 alex kennedy
M Sanchez
There is ambition, but no motivation
in the mind of "what could I be?"
conflicting thoughts flooding within
unraveling all the negativity
20/20 sight but blinding any vision
and every premature dream becomes only a bruised thought in the mind of a dreary dreamer
there is no way to go,
if you don't know where you're going
losing all hope, but refusing to give up
a walking contradiction
but they still see blurred colors
and enjoy the fog
so they'll keep walking blindly
side to side with their negative thoughts
and that's why they are my favorite
because I too, am one
a kaleidoscope dreamer-
I don't know where I'm going
but I'll know before I'm gone
The case of a pessimist who was born a dreamer. The constant fight between wanting to dream and excessive negativity. Blinded by their pessimistic ways, can only see through kaleidoscope dreams.
 May 2014 alex kennedy
unwritten
perhaps i make
too many metaphors
about the ocean.

but i can't help
but compare you to a wave,

for each time i've almost got you,
you recede back to whence you came,

into the tide.

(a.m.)
late night thoughts...
The constellation of the night sky
Dotted with Asterism
Calling our attention to the mystical lights
Plotting an image on our minds
The celestial space is where minds wander*





© Amitav (Radiance)
*Asterism are pattern of stars visible in the night sky
 May 2014 alex kennedy
cursed
Their heartbeat does not define love
Their eyes do not define love
Their smile does not define love
Their presence does not define love.

What does define love is
Their actions - do they dare to leave something just for you?
Their sacrifices - do they dare to take chances eventhough the chances of both of you to last is unpredictable?

Love is when you do anything in the moment although you could not control fate.
Love is when you take that leap of faith and risk something.
Love is when you feel it is worth it to let them take something from you.
Love is when you feel you want to spend the rest of your life with them.
This is a 17-year old interpretation of love.

(n.a)
 May 2014 alex kennedy
Doy A
As quickly as the ocean's waves turn themselves in
And as nimble as the ballerina making her final spin

As timely as the spring flowers come to life
And as melancholy as tonight

As agile as the lion's prey
And as doomed as the words I could never say

I love you, I love you
With as much blood as my heart can take
With as much breath as my lungs can contain
and let go.
Infinite.

I love you, I love you
With as much width as these tiny hands can hold,
With as much as steps these feet can muster
Limitless.

I love you, I love you
With as much time as this universe has.
*Boundless.
 May 2014 alex kennedy
Artemis
Call me insignificant but I’ve been chasing undeveloped photographs
Down these old hallways that we used to call home when the sun didn’t look right
Locked away in closets with my heart stuck under your skin
The same old words buried under your fingernails
Sometimes I struggle to find the difference between hospital rooms and a bed for the night
And I’ve never seen the point of living by the hands of the man-made god that hangs on the wall
But the difference between then and now was that I always saw you in the dark
I traded your broken grimace for her smile and I swear to God I will never regret it
Because she speaks the same words with her mouth sewn shut
And I guess thats something you could never understand
*~W.C.
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