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Kenya83 Sep 2020
Exhilarated in the lightness of adoration
Exiting the gallery, they paused
Looking out across the Christmas market
Closing their eyes, discussing the senses
Their hands desperate to touch
Kenya83 Sep 2020
Last night I sobbed out my hormonal heart
Envisioning running the blade point down the length of my arm
Before thrusting it through my chest
Just for release
Just to breathe
And I’m one of the sane ones
Kenya83 Aug 2020
I put my thumbs in my ears
To block out the noise
I hear my breath like waves
Like the ocean in a shell
I’m breathing
And everything has breath
Has life

I surrender to the moon
I roll toward the shore
And drift out again
Listen closely
Seagulls
Frothing sea foam
The fearlessness of children

Bold and brave
“Hi, will you play with me”
The moment, is all there is
They play
They part
Detached from thought
Freedom

Will they remember?
Does it matter?
Darkness will fall
But in response, light
The hummingbird hawk moth sings
Between two worlds
A delicate thread  

Hold me here, or there
I’ve tasted it
I’m no longer afraid
I choke on my words
I’m petrified... of life
What is this choice?
This waiting list?

I’m sick
I’m sick with the harshness
Of filtered lives
I’m sick with love, or it’s disguise
I’m sick with reason
Illusion works in ways
Truth remains
Kenya83 Jun 2020
Ant on the tree, climbing bark mountains
The flying thing I’ve never seen before
I lost it.
It came back to catch my eye with its fuzzy yellow body
The bee, the lovely bee, frolicking
Small birds flitting atop the trees that shine silvery as the sun reaches higher
The bee comes back
The mossy grass of small twisted cotton creeps up the tree like a blanket
And serves as my seat
I’m thankful
Kenya83 Jun 2020
Covers pulled above my head
Cocooned safe and warm, like death?
The world looks like such a mess
Quickening pace of my breath

Questions, questions, no reply
Society with its ‘freedom’ lies
Intoxicated brainwashed ways
Oppression, how the richest stay

On top of all the disposable folk
What an absolute ******* joke
With confidence we call ourselves ‘woke’
Funny how those same shoulders *****
Kenya83 May 2020
She's never been more surly broken, the certainty of the words you've spoken, and the lack, the pieces that she can't put back.
Her heart will never beat the same, cracks grew like veins, dying whispering your name.
Kenya83 May 2020
Vacant fears, dented hearts
Barefooted footsteps leave their mark
Faded prints each step with
Pain and love and how it’s meant
I taste the tears of years and years
And remember you before
Again we meet, along the path, presented with a way
Unaware that nature’s order is at play
No rights of wrong can be decided, for I remember being guided, by “when you know you know.”
And I know my heart drops to the floor, among the universe it does soar
The contrast of highs, of lows, love just flows and flows
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