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 Aug 2014 kenye
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Burn.
 Aug 2014 kenye
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I want to consume you
I want to singe you
let my flames lick you
tattoo my touch on your skin
in a insatiable controlled burn.
 Aug 2014 kenye
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Hostage heart.
 Aug 2014 kenye
e
Lay me to rest in your poisoned *****
behind a silver cage
I surrender to you a heart in chains
and when you kiss me
strange wanton delights grow
I am frightened and I'm trembling
but your seduction is slow
as it spreads
a vine of warmth through me
you leave me intoxicated
drunk within a dream.
 Aug 2014 kenye
August
Nova
 Aug 2014 kenye
August
The white pages, they taunt me
Haunt me
Empty canvas stripped of colour
Somehow duller
And I'm dimmer too for that
A fading glimmer
Each line shakes as I run away
Disappearing yesterdays
The heat hardens my fingertips
Faucets drip
Grasping at thin red strings
My aching heart
Cannot sing
Amara Pendergraft 2014
 Jul 2014 kenye
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The Wait.
 Jul 2014 kenye
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She's magik
and I am spellbound
caught in a web
spun of her beauty in madness,
and if she would believe me
I would tell her that her eyes shine
brighter than the wheat fields
that glisten in the midday sun.
 Jul 2014 kenye
Piglet
Hero Worship
 Jul 2014 kenye
Piglet
There's a meanie on the monkey bars
He's swinging to and fro
He's kicking at the other kids
and telling them to go,
He will not let them play here
it makes the others sad
that was until my brother
came a'crying to my Dad.

My Dad he is a Viking
eyes like oceans, hair of gold,
his shoulders are like boulders
and his glare could turn hell cold
Across the park he walked with Ephraim,
and the monkey bars did mount,
then hurtled straight toward this lad
with his loudest war-cry shout.

The meanie dropped and bolted,
didn't want to wait for more
from this crazy guy, with fury's eye,
feet an inch above the floor.
He made sure every kid was hung
like washing on the line
and then he hung there with them
that crazy Dad of mine.
My Dad is completely nuts, he says it's his Scandinavian blood....apparently it was poured into him by dragons! :-)
 Jul 2014 kenye
Smudged Ink
my blue eyes are an oceans tide
they are both the calm and the storm

my blue eyes to some are just blue
but looking closer you will find much more

behind my eyes is a story
one that has been kept in for years

behind my eyes are secrets
that have been waiting to get out

these eyes see the world in a different way
making pictures into thoughts
and putting people into boxes

these eyes are not what they should be
and they are not what they appear to be

to some people my blue eyes are beautiful
to me they just remind me of what’s inside
 Jul 2014 kenye
August
I'd like to apologize for all the words that I have said.

And for how badly they unraveled when you touched them.
Amara Pendergraft 2014
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