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kenye Oct 2013
Girl, you're already
A walking genocide.
Armed with your 
favorite prescription
and all the reasons
why
you wanna escape
the inside

With a bomb strapped
and wire tapped
to your heart beat
to the only constant
of grace
that you stepped out of
in the stutters you gait

Steady your impulses girl
you don't need another slip-up
some emotional trigger

Blowing you 
out of proportion
out of your body 
The one you were 
never comfortable with

From what you saw
should be beauty
the red herring
of reality distortion
the magazines
the billboards
the Goddess abortion
kenye Oct 2013
I just wanna know
what you taste like
We already know
that the distance
pulls right
where we
would write
About each other
At the sake of breaking ambiguity
somewhere between the lines
A missing bond ever reached
like the unknown we teased
To the depths of our souls
Speaking telepathy
I lost my ******* mind
Before you found me
Broken
Hoping
Looking for an opening
Anywhere you
want me
to be
To cleanse your palate
in between the
salt/sweat/sugar sheets
Twisted in my tongue
tied to
your bed
Every time
I bite into your words
Again and again.
kenye Oct 2013
I'm sorry I treated you like
the groupie I've never had.
The things I said in haste
The anti-promises made

Wipe the stars from your eyes
I was more like a black hole
Imploding your soul

I ****** up your heart
And got your hopes up
I saw your dreams as meant
to be taken advantage of

Little miss broken
Mind if I muse you?
to abuse your beauty
and exploit your insides
for the sake of poetry

I could blame it on
Goddess oppression,
My misogynistic intentions
deep rooted by living vicariously
through an idea of a rockstar
Burnt out before I'm initiated in the 27 club

Black holes still in your personality
I can't just tell you
I was scraping the bottom of the barrel
Trying to keep the void filled
with inspiration
In desperation
We both ended up
occupying insides
caught in a euphoric tide

That oxytocin's a helluva drug
at least for it's half-life
We both came crashing
right/write where I intended
Reincarnated,
by the words I've mended
meta guilt
kenye Oct 2013
Are you OK?*
I lack my own approval most days.

Why haven't you been eating?
It's a spiritual fast.

Why have you been isolating yourself?
I'm trying to formulate a plan to save the world.
Somehow.

Any thoughts of hurting yourself?
What's life without a few battle scars?

What are your triggers?"
That's a very loaded question...
kenye Sep 2013
Be my constant
like Desmond
and the Island

When you and me
met between nosebleeds
and seizures of consciousness

We looked to the sky
and watched
electromagnetic
explosions

That held our hearts
pumping out supernovas
In their hands
we were Gods
respectively
blowing
Buddha minds
out of proportion
re-enacting
some center stage production
of how we shift our own reality

Subtly
unspoken
devoid of emotions
lost like a lighter
in a smoke circle

Offsetting
the light and darkness

But You were always my constant
again and again
in
flash-backs
flash-forwards
flash-sideways
*We could never escape the timeline
I've been watching Lost on Netflix...
kenye Sep 2013
Un accro*
late night
bouts of creativity
vs. my manic imagination
I was God
and these are the details
I was lost in

Folie à deux
It's kind of a funny story
how I got here
how she got here
how we all got here
Everyone was in this
with a shared diagnosis
pre-hospital
cakewalks
of shredded lunacy

Je t'adore
Her neck was marked
with covered up innocence
Saying she just wants to
adore
or
be
adored
between her sighs
She just wants the words
choked out of her
to roll her tongue

La Petite Mort
Telepathic whispers
vibrating through auras
forcefields
of imagination
the dividing line
between aware
and fantasy
Manipulative
mindfucks
provoking
destructive
tendencies

­This is what brought me here.
This is where it ends
This is where I begin
*
C'est la vie
These are just french phrases that I strung together in a short narrative. I got the idea from this member's post http://hellopoetry.com/poem/conjugating-french-verbs-from-memory/

translations:
Je ne sais quoi= I Don't know what
Un accro = An addict
Folie à deux = madness shared by two
Je t'adore = I adore you
La Petite Mort = The little death
C'est la vie = Such is life
kenye Sep 2013
We're all living
     for little deaths

Moments of some
     skewed inspiration

Pleasure out of desperation
of short-term goals

This is all now
right as I type this
Are you aware
that you're already
enlightened?

Stop searching
time is like string
and we're already right
where we need to be
******* with infinity

right here,
in this very ******* moment

Where your heart beats
     with empathic connection

With instant bliss
     knowing that together
     we all feel this
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