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Kenēn Apr 2016
But if you drop bombs like that
Make sure you got yourself protected.
Or have you gotten so used
To the aftermath that you rather
Liked sniffing the smoke and running
Around on the still warm ashes?
Kenēn Apr 2016
Maybe if a tornado will come
And destroy all the things I wrecked myself.
And also wipe my memories
Of hands clenched around knives
And a rage so undeniable that it became invisible
To the human eye but there are tremors
Still left and suffered under the blinds.
Kenēn Apr 2016
Nah day mura baya gyud ko og iro nga way tag.iya
Maghal-hal ra ko sa imong atubangan hangtod imo
Kung tagdon ug gitik-gitikon gamay akong tiyan.
Magtulo pa gani ang laway kung init kaayo
Pero ayaw lang gyud ug kabalaka day
Wala bitaw koy kuto.
Kenēn Apr 2016
You are the soul behind my every "you"
The silences in between my giggles
The last face I remember before I drift off
I always have a space for you.

But walk your way and create your own murals
Serve your hands and your minds
Breathe all kinds of air, be the eagle that you are
But there's just no putting it gently, I'll always always be here.

Waiting for your feathers to land
Waiting for you to rest your heart
Waiting for your presence to be close to mine
I'll always always be here.
Kenēn Apr 2016
When we get too tired, we falter
Like the static and bump
In your humming and pulsating silence
Tell me, are you tired hanging from the tree?
Kenēn Apr 2016
But it is yours.
Red rose petals
Like drops of blood
It's always the blood
That makes me cringe
Like the thread on our fingers
Tangled and useless
I see there's a connection
But I see blood in your fingernails
I wonder where you got that?
Ahhh. I remember, we held hands last night.
Kenēn Apr 2016
I hope infinity doesn't exist
Because at this rate, I might just be
The lousy continuation of me.
Who needs another sentence
That might never end
When you can end it with a period
And bow gracefully?

But you see, I am a foolish person
Very foolish to stand again
When I can already navigate the mud
With my eyes closed and uncaring heart.
It is indeed a faint world
Faintier than the people with glassy eyes
But with muscles that can store memories and strength.
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