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Feb 2019 · 157
r0manc3
Kennedy Roth Feb 2019
Give your thumbs a break,
Turn away from temptations,
You won’t find me in that app

Quit scrolling for love
I’m right here, baby.
Not on that little screen

I don’t want a cliche love story,
I want real romance,
I want you.
Feb 2019 · 532
Slumber
Kennedy Roth Feb 2019
Secured in his arms,
Reality fades into a dream,
One she hopes to never wake from.

Seduced by the feel of his skin,
like melatonin to an insomniac,
His touch being the only solution.

Threaded among the moonlight,
Constellations carefully etched across the sky,
Their destiny mapped out in front of their eyes.

She runs her hands down his back, entranced entirely by him.
His intentions, entranced entirely by her fragile physique.

Her urges take over,
Losing control again,
Distracted by warped illusions,
Failing to remember,
The future she’s been unable to escape.

Fooled by his caress,
The stars fall out of foucs,
Causing the drugs to lose effect.
Jan 2019 · 191
"Enslaved"
Kennedy Roth Jan 2019
Temptations capitvate my dreams
Outcomes of these uncontrollable thoughts
Seem as hazardous as mentos
Recklessly dropped into a vulnerable bottle
Of fifty cent drugstore soda.

Pop the top off
And replace my logical strain
With ingorant emotions.

Once enslaved by my own command,
I am finally free.
Dec 2018 · 165
"Tile Floors"
Kennedy Roth Dec 2018
Those harsh words your whisper,
Joined with a smirk,
Stay lingering in my ears.

Your glares melt my self confidence into puddles,
Pressuring me to focus my eyes on the cold tile floor.

You don't realize the pain you inflict on me,
Causing me to intoxicate my problems.
Or maybe you do.
Dec 2018 · 273
"Isosceles of Love"
Kennedy Roth Dec 2018
In love with beginnings
Seducing them with sensations.
Boys fall for me with ease
But break away just as willingly.
Confined within the borders of a triangle
Luring my heart in different ways
My desire as constant as the days of the week.
On Monday
Comes saccharine Sonny knocking on my door.
On Thursday
Comes debonair Dave calling my line.
On Saturday
Comes captivating Christian chasing after me.
Dec 2018 · 150
"Distractions"
Kennedy Roth Dec 2018
The flourishing technology
Promises us a brighter tomorrow
With little screens making our hands their home.
Our fingertips are the ones that are at their service
While this advancement is promoted to say otherwise.
They say we’ll be connected around the world,
They say we’ll feel complete.
As relationships are invaded
And distances are formed with those near us.
Back issues
Neck problems
Poor eyesight.
Take back the decades
When being social was considered a norm
And blue lights didn’t distract us from our environment.
Dec 2018 · 287
"Mistletoe"
Kennedy Roth Dec 2018
Wrapped up warm and seeping with temper
Lies your Christmas gift
Under the mistletoe.
As your mind pulses with confusion,
You trace your receipts
Wondering why coal fills your ripped stockings.
Your checkbook goes out to supplying yourself with makeup
Conceal, repent, repeat.
Bruises envelop the surface of your porcelain skin
And wounded heart of a veteran.
The new year brings hope and courage,
You pray to end the repetition.
Quit tripping and falling
Believing you’re just a clumsy house wife.
Dec 2018 · 140
"Yin vs Yang"
Kennedy Roth Dec 2018
Pros and Cons swaying her emotions,
Like the immense opposites of yin vs yang.

Blocking her ability to eat,
To think,
To function.

Help her collect the pieces of her heart,
Hanging in front of her in the fashion of a vail.

Old distance memories,
Clashing with the sparking sensations of the here and now.

The overwhelming decision,
Pulsing through her mind,
Convulting shocks in her heart.

Focusing on the present,
Only makes her go crazy.
Dec 2018 · 146
"Senior Citizen"
Kennedy Roth Dec 2018
The end is coming near,
Just as I fear.

Time never slows down,
The thought of that makes me want to drown.

How shall I part from my loved ones,
If only the future was something I could outrun.

The unknown brings worries upon worries,
Like a winter storm commencing the flurries.
Dec 2018 · 139
"Those eyes"
Kennedy Roth Dec 2018
Those eyes.
The night we met
Sent me in a trance.
Lingering over a jukebox
Silver in my hands
Sharing fresh fries in the diner.
It started with a glance
The rest of the night fell into place
Outlined details I would’ve dreamt of later.
As the hourglass emptied
Dread krept over
Time escaped us.
Those eyes.
Leaving me torn in different directions.
Shove me against a wall
But play with my hair and call me pretty.
I lie in bed now
Wrapped in cotton
Picture you here
Imagining your skin bare
Running my fingertips down your spine
Leaving you with more than just my finger prints.
The idea of calling you mine
Brings life into the hairs on my neck.
Piercingly blue.
Those eyes.
Dec 2018 · 166
"Escaping Reality"
Kennedy Roth Dec 2018
Trapped behind a desk
Gazing out the dense glass.

Repenting her desires
Self-control is foreign to her heart.

She knows she should be starting her homework
As images of him take up her time.

His cotton t shirt
Drapes off her shoulder.

He strums his guitar
Each note drawing her in
Closer and closer.

Like a rattlesnake
Enchanted by a spell.

His t shirt now lies on the floor
The lace on her body is under his control.

He takes his time
Teasing her
The way he knows she likes it.

His breath pressed against her soft cheek
Her toes begin to curl under his will.

Mouth to mouth
Skin to skin
she surrenders, with pleasure.

Reality rings in the classroom
Tearing them away from the covers
Dressing the two in their own clothing
Pushing her out the door.
Dec 2018 · 174
"Thankful"
Kennedy Roth Dec 2018
Overcooked meat slid under the table,
Crumbs vacuumed by furry friends.

Clashing of wine glasses,
Commencing cheers across grateful guests.

The exchange of laughter blissfully intertwined,
Like paths of strangers graciously crossing.

Bumping hands under the table,
Keeping physical contact to freshen the air.

Moments like those come and go,
Like waves pressed against the dense sand.

Leaves caught and carried by the wind,
Dropped off without a goodnight kiss.

Onto the next season it is,
Forgetting the thankful presence of loved ones.
Dec 2018 · 200
"Compelling"
Kennedy Roth Dec 2018
Thoughts purely consumed
With images of you.

The more I discover,
The less I think before I do.

Motivation is taken over
By the scent of your cologne
And press of your skin.

There was no warning
Before I fell hard.

Like the stars orbit the sun,
My free time is under your command.
Dec 2018 · 768
"Coffee Culture"
Kennedy Roth Dec 2018
Sipping black coffee
The way he likes it,
She would know.

Keeping her eyes steady on her device-
Headphones closing off the surroundings.

Flashback seven days prior,
Commencing on a Friday.

Tickling the curves of her hips,
Fulfilling the sensation of her laughter.

Vibrating through his ears,
Streaming out his eyelids,
Sinking into the dimples of joy
That spread across her angelic face.

His spine stretched against the sheets
Intertwined with her legs covered by nothing.

She traces constellations
Full of freckles resting upon his chest.

His lips inviting,
Taking in her consuming thoughts,
Those that one would write only in a diary,
Kept away under a bed.

She should have known not to trust those lips,
Far too loose for her fragile heart.

The characteristics of a stranger
Lie tattooed across their hands
As they reach for their coffee cups.

Seven days is all it took,
Now they can’t even exchange a look.

— The End —