kenia

kenia Nov 2022

Although it's only the color of amber--
outside feels like the turning of the days
have lasted a life time. I tend to shy away from
the cold. Rolling and rolling, I question
the night that has promised me a day.
While the shudders of your shoulders creep-
in broad daylight, I ask again.

Maybe the bold colors I gave were
limitation to how I felt. I say
"Would you?" a soft whisper in the corner of my mind
but you answer me truthfully and then
it's like that winter two years ago all over
rolling and rolling I tend to seek the same experience and once it's done, and I've licked my fingers.

I'm back

kenia May 2022

Untitled

Partly because
im trapped in.
Partly like bubble wrapped
Forced into a box and told id be loved.
I wanted to look at the moon at the same time you did.
Feel how your palm sweated.
I wanted to be witness to a love Id say yes to.
Remembering those moments,
episodic memory that its feelings contradict.
Theater room sat
Sore and lonely
As words, phrases, and sentences escaped from your lips and travelled to those around you.
I am the decoration to your walls.
Yet I knew that you were the faux fur under the promising sun.
And now I was waiting for another day
To drag along and find an excuse
To end this gut of a feeling.
Because it is true
And that liars like liars

kenia Apr 2022

Antagonist's flee

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.

kenia 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.

kenia 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.

kenia 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.

kenia 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.