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Aug 2021 · 906
where must we go
Kenny Anthony Aug 2021
Feet swayed above the depths of the deep blue sea, eyes scanning over the horizon of crimson reds and embellished purples that rest with the indolent ripples of water; leaving reflections of scattered perfection to dissipate into the open waters. Longing for a sense of direction, a sense of change. My heart ached for a better me, to be as beautiful and courageous as this sea.

The salty water napped at my toes, hitting the floating pillars that hold up this stretch of rotting wood, as though in a rage to let me know, “You are beyond what you see, open your mind and let free, just be!” But who am I beyond this flesh prison of intellectual knowledge? A walking encephalon of salted water, feeling more then my core accounts for; I want to be the sea, and so much more.

An illusion in the real world, as if the magic man forgot to snap his fingers and bring me back to reality; and still, I pity those who can not see me. The genuine me. If only I could be seen beyond the phony, people-pleasing charade. Oh, what a lovely day it could be. To listen to the quiet, before me. For words are not what make self, but the silence of the unspoken, of the words spoke within.

Though, I look on into those crimson reds and embellished purples, I am reminded that I am just as puny as the planet itself, beyond the galaxies of space and time. Or am I just as vast as an ant to its crumb, that falls beneath the floor board? A dreamer of the void, but I’ll never touch the starry night light. I am a gnomist, deluged in a subconscious mass of riptides. There has to be a better construct among the hillsides, but my mind is branching off in dark suicides.

As my thoughts wandered, so did the allegory of the sky, beneath the sea to sleep; and the darkness settled a top the water. Where am I now? Still. Silent. Wreaking havoc on this ageless soul. I lay back on the rotten wood of this outstretched dock far from the shore, with my thoughts deep, deeper then the water that licks my toes with every wave that pushes. Water that once touched the deepest sands of the sea. Water that has coasted along sunken ships and forgotten memories that lay a strewn bottomless pits, never to be seen. Water that evaporates into the sky, touching the air we breathe, with clouds that sheds it's watery tears back into the sea, singing, “Oh, wont you come with me, to this wasteland of the silent. Where we’re all destined to be.” I raised my hand and touched what can not be seen. Seen, but can not be touched - The starry night, and the aurora’s green ribbons of light, dancing to rhythm of my off beat heart.

What a beautiful sight. Thoughts of darkness turned to light. A different thought provoked within, and a smile creeped across my face. How strange that a change in scenery can alter one’s mind riddle in a blink of an eye. Once dark and sorrowful, to serene and irenic. The search for our better selves, is never-ending and ever changing.
mad max inspired, find yourself
Apr 2021 · 375
Kenny Anthony Apr 2021
The echo effect of water
when raindrops hit the surface
send ripples of space and time
never needing a purpose.
Does she need a purpose
to create the fractals of her living?
Needn't she be, whom she be
and just be?
Without the unforgiving
need of a purpose
Apr 2021 · 301
Kenny Anthony Apr 2021
A prisoner of the mind
I am not.
I seek to feel again
to touch, to listen.
When I'm not with you
I'm missing..
Never made it through
I'm wishing
for you.
Mar 2021 · 40
Beautiful World
Kenny Anthony Mar 2021
Youre all a bunch of fools
locked up in this beautiful world.
you think destroying the Earth is cool,
for your own needs and stupid tools.
stop with all your nonsense,
give the world a break,
and see what she gives us.
not only do I care but I feel what she does.
Stop the ******* torture,
cause we're bleeding out in pain,
mother earth didn't create herself,
to get torn down in fain.
believe what you will, create what feel,
but i'll be the one laughing when
you're feeling insecure.
the damage is done,
theres no turning back now.
mother earth is dying,
and none of you feel sorrow.
All you have is vanity,
its raising my insanity.
so when you die from pollution,
and wonder,
where have all the trees gone?
dont fuss now,
because you didnt step up your tone.
if you would have stopped,
to think of mother earth herself,
we could have stopped it.
and shun ourselves in fame,
but no,
youre all to ******* blame.
Mar 2021 · 414
Kenny Anthony Mar 2021
I hate the thought of the sunrise, when the earth hides, in its sea of colors. I like the rainy mornings, when the earth awakens, in a sheet of darkness, telling stories of the heartless.. as the rain hits the pavement
Mar 2021 · 538
dark soul
Kenny Anthony Mar 2021
Don't disregard the darkness of a soul,
where it comes from will he foul,
but give it the time of day,
and she'll play,
oh she'll say, pay-
attention ,
dont disregard the darkness of a soul,
you might turn foul
Dec 2020 · 272
stop the cherades.
Kenny Anthony Dec 2020
until we break this spell of division-
and adapt to these new revisions .
we will never win.
we will never be one.
Nov 2020 · 149
how to be happy
Kenny Anthony Nov 2020
ive come a long ways
from planning the end of my days
-from a fake smile
to only crying once in awhile.
i thought my days were numbered,
addicted and a drunkard .
but years of pain, i recovered.
thought to be insane,
i remembered.

to be happy.
Oct 2020 · 49
Kenny Anthony Oct 2020
the earth was nothing but a pea
where as her heart was beyond what she could see
with lives slipping through her fingers
she wanted nothing more but to be free
free from a corrupt planet
free from diversity.
she wanted trees to have peace
not cut for money.
but could she make a difference?
could she raise her voice?
one of 7 billion,
was it really her choice?
all in all , she got her share.
the war on drugs was just a dare.
****** over by the government,
a said, "perfect life."

no one knows were just an experiment
Oct 2020 · 346
for beautiful
Kenny Anthony Oct 2020
I miss our meadow, where we use to roam. Where we use to laugh, and smile and dance and forget about all the darkness in the world. Where we were free to be ourselves, and love one another. I miss the  simplicity of growing up with you, never knowing what the future might hold, or why for that matter. I loved the way you spoke about the sea, and how big your heart would expand to the mear thought of it. You loved the way I spoke of the forest, cause it was the only place I could go to quiet the demons. Most of all, I miss the sound of your voice, the happiness it sprung from hearing the sound of mine. You dont get another twinflame, until we meet again my shining star.
Oct 2020 · 232
Tell me
Kenny Anthony Oct 2020
Tell me your secrets, I want to know your life. Ill hold on to your grievance, and leave you without a strife. Your memories will tell me stories, your smile will show me your soul. We’ll walk up to the observatory, i’ll figure out this loophole.
Oct 2020 · 224
living for death
Kenny Anthony Oct 2020
I am not the monster inside my head, i light the path for the many whom are dead, a gatekeeper unto what must be said. I walk the earth and live for lost souls.
Oct 2020 · 42
Kenny Anthony Oct 2020
late one evening,
counting specs on the ceiling
slow, constant breathing
i realized a weird feeling-
a long lost friend..
could i be dreaming ?
of something so demeaning.
10 years back
still intact,
happy as can be-
and that was just a fact..
but smiles fade
so does your sanity
not sure what I made
but its pure vanity.
and dreadfully vapid..
Sep 2020 · 61
Speak for the trees
Kenny Anthony Sep 2020
she doesnt understand a world so cold,
she grew up full of love
and a soul so old.
ancient wisdom and a nurturing for the free, she is light;
and speaks for the trees.
Sep 2020 · 46
unknown world
Kenny Anthony Sep 2020
don't come into my world
and demand a democracy.
I'm done with the lies
and the ******* idiocracy.
tell me I'm weak..
cause your pea brain cant seem to wrap around the word peace?
what about love?
for **** sakes, this isn't what the world was meant to be.
Sep 2020 · 82
Kenny Anthony Sep 2020
you can only walk so many miles,
until the miles you were walkin' for,
no longer add up.
the destination you were searchin' for already sprung up.
step back,
take a look,
kickback and unhook.
the miles are done,
your feet are tired.
now unwire,
and inspire all that you desired.
Apr 2020 · 171
perfect world
Kenny Anthony Apr 2020
I painted my own world,
n taught myself how to speak.
the darkness consumes me
to its most terrible peak.
i get high like rain,
but shatter like water.
one more glimpse of this world
n i gotta pitter patter.
Mar 2020 · 270
Kenny Anthony Mar 2020
I am the fire that resides, the flame that burns into the deep. the spark that ignite unto that of what will not keep lit
Feb 2020 · 76
happy hell.
Kenny Anthony Feb 2020
it can be your brightest day,
or your darkest hour
you never really can tell.
wake up happy
just to wake up in hell.
morning breeze, swaying of the trees
one bad glimpse and youre falling on your knees
fallen so many times, theres no one left to pick you up.
your family isnt aware that youre still a complete **** up.
plastered a fake smile so they never know whats up.
how do you cope?
well you've got lines and a rope,
no ones seen you happier then when your nose is full of dope.
maybe he'll believe you when he sees your neck tied pretty.
atleast theres no blood,
he'd think that were just petty.
Feb 2020 · 174
brie sarita
Kenny Anthony Feb 2020
i thought of you tonight,
tears streaming down my face,
trailing down my neck; leaving that unsatisfying stickiness. Not like i dont every minute, of every day.
But i hadnt cried all year, it started with one tear, that started the many, just from a memory. I guess old habits never fade, snorting away the gloominess of was, or what could be. dreaming of tomorrow but trying to figure out who you use to be. its also the first time I've wrote, since you left earth that day. it feels good. to feel the pain and the sorrow i've veen pushing down for what feels like decades.
the suffering ive been hiding,
and endless facades.
i miss you,
but you already know that.
Feb 2020 · 72
a funk
Kenny Anthony Feb 2020
Envision a fantasy you once made up, concepualize the picture,
Then tear it up.
Endurance is the syrup,
Forbearance fills the cup.
If pillgrims didnt vitiate,
No one could hold up.
Patience is virtue,
From grit to- *****.
Without intestinal fortitude,
Who'd bring the funk?
Ardency is merited, virtuous, and lawful.
But we villify malignity,
For its salacious desire.
Feb 2020 · 72
dont help
Kenny Anthony Feb 2020
i dont understand the emptiness the subsides. deluged in a subconcious mass of riptides. theres a better constuct among the hillsides. but the mind is branching off in dark suicides.
Feb 2020 · 156
Kenny Anthony Feb 2020
the deeper i cut
the less i bleed
unsure if i am in shock
or incapable of the need
or perhaps the desire
of what will not come.
death by a blade
when the plasmas reach an end
an end to the facade.
by of no means do i recommend
a life of taunt.
it sickens me
for it isnt what i want
it sickens me
because of what i do want
a jaunt
a journey of pleasure
or of that
freedom of leisure
something to treasure
Feb 2020 · 253
the norm
Kenny Anthony Feb 2020
shes locked in her own solitude,
with no peace to be found .
devalued, and lost in her own burial ground.
darkness eats away at every inch of light inbound,
and shes struggling to keep surface of a simple flesh wound.
she speaks "simple",
as if, it isnt her own corruption.
in her own minds riddle,
its the human-norm.
the skin is brittle,
but she takes hold of a violent storm,
can she keep surface?
or will she sink deeper,
deeper then the norm.

— The End —