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Joseph Kernozek Jun 2011
It is amazing how soon forever ends.
We promised to stay friends,

however,

there is a postcard I will never send.
It is the one that lovingly pretends,

                                                      ­                        "I wish you were here."
Joseph Kernozek Jan 2011
Walking through the woods,
I spot a man,
He says he has no home,
no where to go,
no place to call his bed.

Walking through the woods,
I spot a man,
He asks what I think of myself,
of the world,
of the life that I've led.

Walking through the woods,
I spot a man,
he says that this is the way,
this is the path home,
the place to lay my head.
Joseph Kernozek Jan 2011
I can pretend until I'm dead,
But we both know,
I'm in over my head.

Now you've gone off to bed,
And we both know,
There's nothing left to be said.

We can pretend,
But we both know,
I'm in way over my head.
Joseph Kernozek Sep 2010
maybe next time
                              i'll make things last,
maybe next time
                              i'll do things right,
maybe next time
                              i won't go so fast.

this is the last time
                               i will fight,
this is the last time
                               i regret the past,
this is the last time
                               i lose sight.

maybe next time,
will be the last.
Joseph Kernozek Sep 2010
When I talk,
you hear nothing.

When you talk,
I hear something.

But it's not what I want

And it's not what you want.

What we want,
is to have a voice.

What we want,
is to be heard.

But it's not what we have

And it's not what we're going to get.

Because no one's listening.
Because we are the unheard.

We are...

The Voiceless.
Joseph Kernozek Jun 2010
The store clerk responded with, "The store is closing"
when I asked why everything was so cheap.

He said that the recession had finally beaten them,
and I shrugged and walked towards the back.

I browsed isles of useless merchandise,
picking them up and setting them back down.

Five minutes later when I started down the second isle,
all the items I was interested in instantly broke.

I picked up a mirror,
and it mysteriously shattered in my hand.

I destroyed three coffee cups that
I had planned to purchase.

A candle crumbled in my hands
when I slid it from the shelf.

Furious that all the goods were garbage,
I marched up to the front counter.

I found the clerk slouching slothfully
and checking the clock when I approached.

When I asked why everything was so cheap,
The store clerk responded with, "The store is closing."
Joseph Kernozek May 2010
Every word is written with woe

Every thought teeming with tears

Every feeling filled with fear


Your embrace helps abate my anger

Your smile soothes my sorrow

Your kiss calms my confusion


The passion has passed with peace

The love lost with lunacy

The bond broken with brutality  


Every word is written with woe
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