keni - Hello Poetry

keni Apr 2022

Like those foul
Smelling flowers
That seem perfect along
The sidewalk of a suburban house
The air and soft strawberry light
I feel like them.
Ruining the experience in hope that I too bring something to the picture.

keni Mar 2022

Alexander and Kimi

I heard from a musician
cities with awful music and
Timid corners- will dry
your pores leaving your
face chalky and unwell.

To do what a musician
does and mix it with
Bone and tendons that makes this
Scramble of feelings that swell.
Oh alexander... This middle name.

I was told I looked like Kimi but
I guess I act as if the luck of my penny
From my loafers were gone.
Oh Alexander my luck is gone.

Can you hear the plead of my dreams.
I dream of fragments of war, my wonder
Of a pearl that I see glow, that I've let roll.

In truth I write Alexander
To somehow let you linger
And maybe I'll pretend like
I've never had to let you go.

keni Mar 2022

Untitled

The mud I swing above of.
She told me to take my time as
The change from the
strawberry ice cream began to roll.
My sage green coin purse.
I wish to leave this town
Neither small or big but
It seems like knows me more.

The waters of march.
Known for the rain and yet
The tears wont dry because its warmer outside.

Wondering if the acid in my stomach
Has had enough of me.
Wondering if the doctor can still
swing like a child for comfort.

In a few months
Ill have to go
But i wonder if
I'll be swinging still
Lamenting.

keni Mar 2022

The now

I read again after awhile.
It tasted the same as I had expected.
Sand was used to describe the way
Time moves, the past, the present,
The future.

Melancholic the sob I stuck.
The back of my itching throat-
Waiting for the pandora box to open.

Warm sections of the everlasting winter
And chilling nights of the blink of a summer.
We grow and our cells break, die, and regenerate.

I wish to make the sand chronicle lay down
So that time would be equally distributed on the past and future. Where, the narrow passage of the present is a chamber for one's perceptions.

In an unusual way I learned again to cherish the love that flows like a heat wave in traffic.
When reading the lines of someones life in paper.

I read this story/ comic/ manga called sand chronicles. It was a hurricane emotions I couldn't deal with and yet the pages turned. It made me feel young and old at the same time and made me cry as if I was able to see for the first time in months.

keni Mar 2022

Waitress/capitalism

Tongue of the wise .
Vida mia.
I tie the lasso around.

Intoxicated and medicated,
the burn that leaves my crystal
passage of wellness.

Im serving tables and they
tables serve me.
This industry of destruction
where the powder in the bathroom
is laid on in lines.

My bone and flesh don't
stand on its own.
The coin is worth more.

keni Feb 2022

Nan

It's only right to let
you celebrate, the
freedom that will go-
that you deserve.

Visions I see,
it's only right to keep
you blind. Play with
you, playdate.

Stillness of nameday,
shame that your name
isn't truly yours
but a reminder
of a tragedy

keni Feb 2022

Rattlesnake

Swings of a dance,
the tap, and the movement
take the sleep of a girl.
Creativity in its crevices.

When the dancing is over it is followed by the darkness of the drawing hands.
Hands that serve her wrist and nothing else. And when you wonder if the souls are ready to take you,
the crisis is over but the mania begins.

Letting the waves reach me, I've let people go in fear of my own luck to let them drown. When the doctor tells you it's not you but a little man inside of you, you look back at those you've hurt.

Wondering if, If I met this little man before those I've loved dearly would I have loved them differently?