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 Apr 2014 Timothy Kenda
Poetic T
She had to lie she couldn't
tell the truth,It was to embarrassing
but he laughed as soon
people would guess, and
just for a second visualise
what happened to you. With
that she did blush and her eye
watered more.

He giggled every time he
saw, he couldn't help it, even
though she told him it was
really sore. That eye was blood
red, she had washed it out but
her eyes just watered more.

She had to go out but she wasn't
very sure, then some friends
popped over, do you think
they'll guess, he sniggered as
he opened the door.

Hi how are you as they came
through the door, as her friend
looked on sheepishly O MY
GOD they said in unison, he shot
in your eye, it was ****** soar.

The lads burst in to laughter
and the ladies they did scorn,
well you asked us to pull out
and it did the long shot 50 points
for the eye, and then every one
laughed as the girls grabbed there
eyes, which were still *** shot soar.
Inspired by a short rude poem..
 Apr 2014 Timothy Kenda
D
I told you I will never leave you, no matter what
And it's the truth,
No matter how much you hurt me,
No matter how fiercely my hate burns inside myself,
I will always love you too much to let go,
I will always have hope
That you will see, really see
What you're doing to me,
And decide for yourself,
To either let me go,
Or save me from you
And everything you are
But aren't they the same things anyway?
 Apr 2014 Timothy Kenda
D
Place
A gun
In
My hand
And
I shall
Tear
The world
Apart
For you
And
Your love
Please, try me.
 Feb 2014 Timothy Kenda
jenn
When I’m down you lift me up
You gave my life a purpose, a whole new meaning
You are the wings beneath my wings
I thank- you
  
You loved me, when I didn’t love myself
You tell me I’m beautiful when I say I’m not
You take care of me you hold me
And tell me you will always be there till the end
I thank-you

You gave up the most important thing to you
So I can be happy
You always give me everything I need and want
Because you love me
I thank-you

LORD my heavenly father
This is a letter from my heart and soul
Saying thank-you for being my Lord
I find a story in the veins
Of spaces; Relative
To nature. Authors scar --
Rhythm concentrates the mind.
Plot. ******. Literary art.
The character who passes
Unconventionality -- A snail with conscience?
What is a story without substance?
I picked out words and phrases that appealed to me while discussing Kew Gardens (a short story) and made them into a poem.
 Feb 2014 Timothy Kenda
NitaAnn
"You don't have to be okay, or perfect, you just have to get through the minute, hour, night..."* That's what DT said to me earlier when I called him. "Nita, you don't have to feel 'ok' you just have to get through the night."

But...DT, what about tomorrow? And the next night...and the night after that. I'm so tired of watching the clock and just "getting through the next minute".

"Nita, you know it comes in 'waves'...how you're feeling now. There are times when you will be better, and times when you are worse. You know that."

Yes, but what happens when I drown in the next wave, or the wave after that one?
DT was able to calm me down. I was full of fear, fear of the time each night when "logical" Nita disappears and the irrational angry and sad ones take control, put on the red boots and walk all over DT and me! And Nita had one boot on already earlier when she called DT.

"I don't want to die, DT, I don't want to die..." That's what I kept saying to him, on the phone... and I don't, I don't want to die...but I'm so scared that I'm going to die because the pain becomes so overwhelming that I will do anything to make it end. DT told me what to do, step by step, he told me: ”Nita, I want you to go and brush your teeth, take your medication and tuck yourself into bed. Then tomorrow morning, you will get up, shower, get dressed...and get to school. And then you will call my office at 3:30 and we will continue to talk."

But now, the headache that I have been battling all week has now pulled out the new arsenal which is immune to all medication. The lack of sleep has made my eyelids as heavy as bricks, my mind cloudy and my body weary. I am unable to focus. The nausea which subsided for a day is now back with a vengeance. I have thrown up multiple times tonight – and I although I continue to brush my teeth, I would pay the asking ransom for some stronger mouthwash and perhaps some diet sprite.

Although the nightmares abated for a few days, they have returned from the game of hide and seek – l am now hiding and they are now seeking. The ever present feelings of discontent will no longer allow me a moment of peace. This journey to “inner peace” seems to be an impossibility right now.

There is no party at the end of the rainbow – where my heart will sing and my soul will dance with joy. Instead, all I find is the hurt – and sometimes it is so painful, I want to cut out my own heart to keep from feeling it. I am an emotional baby in an adult body and I don’t know how to grow up. I am overwhelmed; there are not enough words in the dictionary to express how it is that I truly feel. Yes, there are times when I want to end it all, but really, I don’t want to die, I want to live, but I want to "live" and not just "survive" the day.
"Take your meds and tuck yourself into bed, Nita...you just have to get through this minute, this hour...this night". That's all...and then tomorrow, you can do it all over again.

Just get through this night.

Say goodnight, Nita...

Goodnight Nita...
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