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alex kenney Apr 2014
We are a messed up, un proportional team barely clinging to sanity.
We see each other at our worst and at our best, depending on how we played
The endless dictated hours in the gym we spend together,c only made respect.
And the passion we all share for the game only makes our bond stronger
We are a messed up un proportional  family  barely clinging to sanity.
alex kenney Apr 2014
you asked me once
years ago
about our planet's
solar system
i said that it was useless
(then i saw the universe in you'r eyes).
alex kenney Apr 2014
A constant battle for power and pride
The shots are fired
The words desired
And the death toll is my love for you

Everything we once had
Has fallen victim to our hatred
my heart beats with hope
As yours sinks with drought


why  must it be like this?
A war between us?
we are blood
***** by the word family
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alex kenney Apr 2014
There are some things that time cannot forget,
Nor Life’s long course erase, but still remain
Without a doubt.  We have no choice, and yet
We fain would lose remembrance of the pain

And sorrow that accompany that thought.
I once rejoiced in knowledge and the fact
That better memory could not be bought,
But now I mourn it, for I cannot act

Upon the feelings I have known so long.
Yet I cannot forget what I still feel,
Nor even come to think that it is wrong.
The ache remains—my heart will never heal.

If only mind could come to realize
What heart knows: unreturned love never dies.
sonnet

— The End —