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Aug 2011 · 615
Knock, Knock
Kenneth Fox Aug 2011
Knock,
The front door’s unlock.
Kiss,
Who is he to miss?
Stepping through into the hallway,
Empty hearted, mature and dismay,
Eyes cried shut tight,
Searching with all his might,
For the people who’ve done him no wrong,
Because that’s where he thinks he belongs.
In the arms of bliss,
Hoping he’d never end up like this,
Wrecked up bone bag,
With nothing left to show for brag,
But blue devils seeping like sand from a sieve,
And only apologies left to give,
To no one, to everyone,
For all or for none.
Photo frames full of headless him,
Next to strangers his memory stretched thin,
To lies the boys and girls threw his way,
That lost his thoughts, his kind heart yesterday.
Today, tomorrow,
Every season sings its sorrow.
Made kind to his mind,
And rotted in due time.
Still he reaches through his phone,
Down a list of numbers that makes him feel more alone,
Numbers and names that haven’t been recently called,
Fear and insanity, friendships stalled.
He wonders, he questions why?
No wonder, they call but no reply.
Sinking into his bed,
His eyes fall wake less slumber to voices in his head.
“It’s just today,” he says, “tomorrow might not be the same,”
“And if it is then I am sure to blame.”
Aug 2011 · 447
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Kenneth Fox Aug 2011
put your fingers in her ear and tell her to stop listening,
just watch.
put her in front of the mirror and tell her to stop watching,
just listen.
she hears the anger pour from her mouth
and witnesses the lines she creates when she puts on that frown.
she listens for the silence but the quiet is out.
she looks at the reflection to a face full of doubts.
turn her around,
she starts at it again.
turn her upside down
and let the blood pour out of her head.
she screams and screeches until her voice goes mute
and she's kicking and punching until she tires herself out.
now she lies there,
sweet and innocent,
calm and collected.
you stay silent.
you stay courteous and respectful.
she'll do her worst,
but she'll drain it all out.
don't use force.
don't use words.
stand and listen.
watch and learn.
for you know her worse but love her best.
Aug 2011 · 633
Because of Memory
Kenneth Fox Aug 2011
I didn’t want to wake from those nightmares
Because you were there
Because of your unconditional love
Because of something I could not make up
I feel you even if you’re translucent and grey
Because your soul is heavy
And this memory I will not bury
Won’t you give me something physical to carry?
Aug 2011 · 650
Time's Got You Set
Kenneth Fox Aug 2011
Now was it worth the wait?
Drifting in that killing time.
When you didn't know where to be
Not even a place to stand
Or where to go
To be with someone you didn't quite know
Holding hands under kerosine lamps
Smiling a grin bigger than any light
Down streets growing with life
Time frozen it seems like

Now is this worth your time?
Floating in that love wine?
Still confused about who you are
And if this is real
Now with someone who's still the same
Putting a ring on the finger of your hand
Wanting to share the same name
Time's to blame

You say it's been quite the wait
Been swimming, waiting for the sunshine
Sea of love still swallowing you up
Still with that special someone whose stayed by your side
Under a roof you can call a home
Now with kids all of your own
Time still keeping you young
Baby, time's won
Aug 2011 · 1.0k
Anchored Head
Kenneth Fox Aug 2011
Don't you worry your head away
Morning will come and the past will subject to fade
All the regrets and all the words chattering in a pessimist way
It's lost me from you in the dragging night
I heard your whispers carry through the dusty floor,
And the undusted surfaces of this home of ghosts
You said you needed a little time to be alone
Never wanted anything more, more seemed too undeserving
You're fighting battles hoping someone would come along to end it all
To finally understand, and love you for whom you are
I did, I asked, there was nothing I wanted more.
But you refused to let me in
I wasn’t the prize, I never got the win.
Don’t wait in the day and night for that perfect person
I could be standing there, here with you
With all the love you need, all the tenderness for two
I’ll dust the shades to let the light shine through
I’ll clean you up, clean you to who you were before
Just break down this barrier
Burn off the padlock
Throw away that awful key
I’ll love you forever, forever, and forever more
I see the giant anchor holding your head bent towards the surface
I say it’s time to unhook you
Let you see the majestic world
Hold my hand,
This friendship will never let go, you anchored head
Let me be your regret you will never want to forget
And you’ll always be my 2 am late night shift
Not sleeping, talking
Conversing repetition, circling chatters around in our heads,
Our free heads,
Our clear minds,
Cause we’ll learn how to share and cope together
Define the fine lines
Aug 2011 · 706
Machine
Kenneth Fox Aug 2011
Not an idea machine,
Stop making me lead.
When I go, where I leave
You don’t know, I never told.
I don’t want you to follow me.
No, these feet go different ways.
So stop walking on invisible lines
That you said were mine,
Mine I made, no, I didn’t pave.

You were the trick; your words are fake.
They imprisoned me.
So when you call me please
Have something useless to say
I own too much silence
I got too much time
I don’t have much talent but I have the lime
Light under my feet
Waiting for me to stop standing mighty
And so afraid…

Don’t trip me, I never asked for your advice.
You weren’t the image of what I was looking for.
Not anything from the inside.
What I found was a raging tide.
No, I didn’t enjoy my conscious twisted in a blaze of fire
Darkness makes things get quiet
I might have lost your words through the babble of your cries
What did you want me to do?
What did you say to me that got me so confused?
You say to be a leader
Lead, lead into a sea of war
Follow, listen, and be constant and always aware
Don’t you think, don't you make me feel like I'm losing air
Give poison thoughts,
And go through countless tries to destroy everything I’ve got.

Isolation, my longtime master
She feeds me the wrong ones;
The ideas that people make people dream of death
Standing there in the dreaming world on the concrete edge of bridges
I was looking down, standing proud
The world doesn’t want to know me now.
So where I looked,
There is no sight of ground
Then the blue, it brushes in displays of truth.
It calls for failure,
It wants me to give in,
Making me think I could live if I died of sin.
I found I was already alive and life, I loved.
Not the easy the way out, I cannot jump.

I’m not your idea machine,
And I won’t be a copy maker,
Reprinting of originals that could not lead;
Ersatz generic products fed to you.
Don’t you understand I am the son you cannot mend?
Tell me, was it worth the while with all that will?
I am well, my thoughts are well, or can’t you tell?
Have you gone and infused to the cold machine?
Are you a part of their humanitarian guillotine?
Aug 2011 · 542
where?
Kenneth Fox Aug 2011
to the dirt we will return
after the ship of life has sailed away from the sights of our vision
after the afternoon bell has struck its final ring
and rusted its hands onto the earth
we shall become a night everlasting, and fade
with the unknown knowledge of what is beyond the horizon
and cling to comfort like we're being pulled away from loving arms
dissolve to water, we shall
and to air we will be breathed into
lungs of oxygen, nitrogen and carbon.
little atoms of matter and degrees of mass
to the cycle we will return
after the warmth is taken from our core
and the piper awaits us at the door
we need not build ourselves a wooden container
the world is our coffin
Aug 2011 · 555
Strange Eyed Stranger
Kenneth Fox Aug 2011
Well if you're dead on your feet,
untie it from the ground.
Swimming in deep oceans of solitude,
drown just hearing the sound.
I found you caught adrift in the open sea.
Eyes like cold winter noses,
crimson and sunken like dead roses.
Could you spare a story for me?
Tell me,
Tell me.
Where did you come from,
and where do you belong?
But you must not understand me.
For your world is not where I am from.
but here to my world you come.
Is it finally that we've become a part of the universe?
Has our race of this carbon make up woe your being?
Such questions.
Only your answers to make peace for me.
But our tongues crash as they begin to speak.
Though your words are not so clear.
Mine do not bring fear.
I promise you so that these eyes are quite sincere.
Now hold out your hand,
bring it forth to mine
and I will show you the warmth of which we have eyes for.

— The End —