Kenna

Kenna Feb 2013

Not here
Nor there
Nor anywhere.

Alone
Alone
Alone

No one cares here
Nor there
Nor anywhere

Numb
Numb
Numb

No voice to scream
No body to find

Absence

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Kenna Feb 2013

Report Card

To be great.
To be good.
To be average.
To be bad.
To be horrible.
To be me.

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Kenna Feb 2013

Something about Glass

There's something about glass
so finite
so certain.

Crystals, polished and proud,
cut with malice.
Heavenly gleaming
Heavily streaming
It feels so good to me.

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Kenna Feb 2013

Window Face

There is a girl in the window.

I'm not sure if we've met.

She hates me.

I hate her.

She follows me everywhere, like she has nothing better to do.

Tormenting me as she runs, with me, from

Window to Window

Puddle to Puddle

Mirror to Mirror

She seems so sad,

so lonely,

so insecure.

I wish I could help her.
I wish I could help her.

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Kenna Feb 2013

Faceless Poetry

I dip my finger into boiling water
I feel no sensation.
The gurgling, surging, brimming water leaves no mark.

Maybe, I can't feel.
Maybe, the mechanism that allowed me to experience broke long ago
and I've been swimming in a pool of jello purgatory ever since.
Maybe, I'm broken, with a huge **** down my body that all the thread in the world couldn't stitch up.

Maybe, maybe I never worked at all

and so I'm left floating in the bathtub of boiling, burning water and faceless poetry

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Kenna Nov 2012

*******

I've got a surprise.
It's in my hand.
I'm holding it.
Want to see?

Grumpy?
Mad?
******?
******-up?

Yes
Yes
Yes
Yes

Why?

Everything.
This room makes me cry.
Your eyes make me scream.
This situation makes me yell.
You face makes me sob.

You don't understand.
I don't understand.
Oh, well
Just keep giving me hell.
Oh, well
Doesn't matter.

Not like I care.
Not like I asked anything from you.
Not like I don't need anything back.
Not like I sat and listented and solved all your problems and never once talked about myself.
Not like I ever helped you.
Or like I have problems too.

I'm afraid I haven't paid the title a proper homage.
Oh well,
I can't to anything right
anymore.

I honestly am useless, this is the worst poem in the world. I'm just so ANGRY

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Kenna Nov 2012

Safety

Be my life boat
Be my cussion.

Tell me I'm safe.
Whisper with your sweet molasses and soothe me.
Tell me you love me and you allways will.
Tell me I'm special.
Tell me I'm beautiful.

Say that you care.
Hold me close in your armour clad arms and rock me.
Say that you are lost without me .
Say that you need me.
Say that you will always be there.

Be my saftey.
Be my comfort.

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