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 Aug 2012 Kenna
Kara Mackie
IF ONLY
 Aug 2012 Kenna
Kara Mackie
See, here is your face, close to mine, almost touching.

Lean in, go for something that could change us, close our eyes.

The pain flares, I remember the hurt now, eyes flash open in rage.

You lean in more, I feel nauseous, recalling your lies.

Unable to move, stone stiff, you touch your palm to my cheek.

Ice cold, just as I expected, just like your motive, frustration.

You lean in, I can not force myself to move, our lips connect.

I feel like I felt before, the rush, that sensation.

Numb, confused, hurt, alive.

You cause me heartache, impossibility surrounds us, stare at your eyes.

I am incapable of change, I know your the monster, you threaten me.

Move away, I must leave, even if it kills me, I must rise.

Deceitful, harshly conditioned, dreadful posture, eyes like coal.

We make our way to the battle hall, draw our swords, begin to fight.

Out comes the demon, not in my nightmare this time, savage.

You can’t keep me from what I have to do, independence, be the light.

I melt into you, you have won, defeat in the air.

Escape, only a thought, a dream, weakness floods my eyes.

Trudge through the forest, into a cave, cold, dark, lonely.

I am you, we are us, because a monster I love, without a disguise.
 Jul 2012 Kenna
Benjamin Warren
I press my body closer,
A moth to the lustful light.
I am a man in your arms,
But what am I alone at night?
As he seeks his lewd desire,
Or as we claim him doing so,
For what am I but his reflection,
A muddy field beneath the snow.
 Jul 2012 Kenna
Ted Hughes
Thistles
 Jul 2012 Kenna
Ted Hughes
Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men
Thistles spike the summer air
And crackle open under a blue-black pressure.

Every one a revengeful burst
Of resurrection, a grasphed fistful
Of splintered weapons and Icelandic frost ****** up

From the underground stain of a decayed Viking.
They are like pale hair and the gutturals of dialects.
Every one manages a plume of blood.

Then they grow grey like men.
Mown down, it is a feud. Their sons appear
Stiff with weapons, fighting back over the same ground.
 Jul 2012 Kenna
dj
Airport
 Jul 2012 Kenna
dj
I've been searching these deserts
I've been rummaging through my closet
I've been eating more than usual
I've been spontaneously bursting into laughter
I've been attentive
I've been regularly missing taking my anti-depressants
I've been crying hard all at once (expectedly)
I've been very extremely me

This is okay - this is okay
Thank you life
I'm okay.

I'm at this airport and it's like a chorus
The people go up the ramps
Fly away for 3 days like Horus
The returner's come home now
Waiting families embrace them with love
Jumbo jets zoom outside these giant windows
Visitors, excitedly saunter
Into this new and open place...

And this is okay
Thank you, thank you airport
I'm okay.
This will be my last update until I return from my vacation :) Fittingly.
 Jul 2012 Kenna
Juliet Casso
TRIAL
 Jul 2012 Kenna
Juliet Casso
You're a murderer you know,
and you've gotten away with it.

No witnesses to testify against you,

No alibi needed to strengthen your case.

No evidence strong enough to unmask you.

Just an unidentified victim,
with no open wounds or visible markings
to give away its' subject-

For all the bloodshed is within.

CHOKED!
RIPPED!
*****!
STABBED!
BEAT!
STRIPPED!

It is all secretly covered,
unexposed.

A beautiful mirage-

Painted lips and crystal eyes,
velvet skin,
draped, in golden, satin hair.

A flawed mirage-

With bleeding lips, and crying eyes.
Diseased skin,
smothered in, dull, lifeless hair.

Yet still, the inside reveals nothing.
A murderer you remain,

but what a lovely victim I make.
Copyright Juliet Casso 2011
 Jul 2012 Kenna
Umbati Nil
Spirit
 Jul 2012 Kenna
Umbati Nil
There is a spirit
Held inside by my ribcage
That wants to be free
 Jul 2012 Kenna
Darione
Warmer than ice, but cold as stone
I am half human and all alone

I can see where there is no light
But I cannot see because I do not have sight

I have a voice, but I make no sound
Inside my chasm, empty words abound

I have no hands, but I hold her fears
I cannot breathe 'cause I'm drowning in tears

Locked away, never to be seen
The cure to this sorrow is hidden in the seams

Though I cannot feel, I feel her strain
I can only be what remains in pain

If I am too late to make a spark
I fear she is not long for this lonely heart
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