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 Nov 2015 kennedy
ahmo
It's funny how the heart can
eat away at organs like
a starving, rabid dog.

Your corroded liver
and decaying lungs
are contagious under a false pretense,
my dear.

Your skin reveals
the true hue of that
which makes you be.

You bleed nothing
but grace.
You slow nothing
but a perpetually accelerating pace-

and the ability to slow time
is not an abundant quality.

For you, the world is shrouded,
and such a distorted vision
is nothing to relax about;
I want to see the heights of
towering playground equipment
in your eyes.

You deserve nothing less than
all of the water in lakes I have ever seen.

You deserve nothing less
than continents
encapsulating the altruism
of each
fragile,

timeless,

exhalation.
I fell in love with the dark.
I found comfort in the sorrow-filled shadows .
selfish, I know.
but it is all I know.
you used to help me find beams of light,
but now there are no traces of hope remaining.
I have been consumed whole.
Has my existence meant nothing to you?
did you lie to me when you spoke of the electricity that sparked as our lips first touched under the stars?
because now all I see is you,
with her.
so quickly, the "love" you had disappeared?
I hope you're reminded of my erupting breathe tickling your skin,
my tongue that performed a dance with yours,
and my soul that gave it all to you.
remember that, remember me,
when you decide to caress someone else's soul.
 Apr 2015 kennedy
Laura Withers
There's this voice,
in my head.

She screams at me.
I understand.

She says:

You're fat.

She says:

You're Ugly.

And I Am.

Overweight.

And it's not just a disorder.

Or a problem.

But a Number

That is a statistic
saying:

Obese

Overweight

The Tolerance,
to the treadmill,
That I Regret,
everyday.

And I can't do it anymore.

So there.

Goodbye food.

And anything else.

That tortures me daily.

Like the voice.

Her Name.

Is
Skinny.
Based off the Novel Skinny. (and real life events.
 Apr 2015 kennedy
Alexis Michaels
She's walking down the streets tripping              
over everything like she has two left feet .She wipes the tears that's covering her eye sight,and sees a guy standing on the sideline.That broken smile, the scratch on the wrist, the way he keeps clenching his fist. She walks home with the thought in her head that someone else might be hurting instead.
She lays on her bed looks at her wrist kisses the places where her blade didn't miss, looks at the moon and says out loud ''i'm not going to let this bring me down''. For she knew that life may treat her like trash.But all she needs is a life that would last.
 Apr 2015 kennedy
falling
brisk. jagged. grainy.
your words dance
across my innocence.
"im sorry,"
mumbled. whispered.
poisoned.
cynical are those words
aiming to ****,
forcing to struggle,
eternally scarring.
once, i believed you.
thought it was real,
and you actually cared;
that's when your intentions
became art.
my body the canvas,
your words the brush.
my emotions the paint,
your mind the audience.
 Apr 2015 kennedy
Dead Lock
Cracked
 Apr 2015 kennedy
Dead Lock
If only we were dolls
With faces of porcelain
Then we could pick to pieces our paint on smiles
And see what lurks within
I’ve seen the night’s demise
with the luminescent sunrise
and stood in a downpour
a thousand times before,
but everything I do with you
feels brand new.
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