"kemo" poems
She said she wanted an adventure
trekking through the Mexican desert with six shooters
the Lone Ranger and her Kemo Sabe
she wanted to pack her bags
hit the road without a second glance to spare
take the Greyhound bus
or maybe her dad's Jetta
and open it up across endless highways
until the tires are stripped bare
and the exhaust smokes
she wanted to be a stranger
in a strange town
with a cardboard sign reading
Anywhere but here
mostly she just wanted to escape
the chill of all the old ghosts which haunted her
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
I'm sad today.
I feel hollow inside while everyone else feels whole.
I hate the way feelings feel. The way your body tenses just before the first tear builds up and slowly runs down your face.
I hate the way endings feel like there are no beginnings.
How no matter what I do I'm as curious as curious George on what you may be doing.
Why is it that when someone causes you so much pain and sorrow you still want to be connected to them in some form or shape. I think it's because I've become trapped into a routine involving so much time and effort that I can't steer away from it.
I don't want to. This was either a cancer or a cure. And for me well I ended up with both a form of cancer and some type of sad cure. Kemo, fight and don't give up I tell myself, but do I have the strength anymore ? A part of me is slowly dying while another part of me is living. I'm a glass half empty and a glass half full.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
I guarantee I will be nothing you'll ever notice or see.
Or ever want me to be.
You're sick why are you in such a rush?
To make the effort you did in my life to crush.
In the toilet I want your existence to flush.
You are an embarrassment that makes everyone blush.
Your poverty they pity.
You think you're so smart and witty.
You're not.
Your a snot.
Who can rot.
Trouble is what you plot.
Die of a stroke or a blood clot.
You belong six feet under decayed inside a coffin & grave.
Ariel is not your slave.
You can't make her behave.
You heartless b****.
You are a snitch.
You don't have have the cash you ***** witch.
You've always been trash.
You'll never get rich.
You don't have the cash.
Of you there should be fewer.
You belong in the sewer.
You have the evil eye.
Then is all you try.
I hope you die.
You make Ariel cry.
Everything you say is a lie.
In hell you can fry.
When that happens don't ask God why.
Heaven is not something you can buy.
To Ireland is where I want to fly.
All you can do is lie.
Your house was always been a pig sty.
That is what you deserve.
You always get on my nerves.
Hell would want you the most.
You are Satan's host.
It's a place you can roast.
Your evil disease spreads coast to coast.
Don't even try to haunt me with your ghost.
If you don't know now.
You will when you get the memo.
I can show you a demo.
Your cancer can't be cured by kemo.
You are a freaky nightmare.
If Ariel died you'd never care.
To try it my enemy haters would dare.
My anger would flare.
In a trap they would be snared.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
No, I'm not addressing those
residing at surfers paradise or
the beach combers who are out
there looking at the wave graves
in the off chance of finding floaters
gold which is no different to what
one expects to discover at the end
of an Irish rainbow, providing you
get there before the Leprechauns.
Road rangers of ******* left to the wind,
CokeCans@McDonnells should have been binned.
Appache are pronto delivered by Tonto
Kemo Sabe's Comanche, but could be Monsanto?
Is it just here in Cork that those boxes are red
Kentucky Fried Chicken to the crows it is fed.
So who are the Tidies around town here in Mallow,
do they go out much further? Yes, as far as Duhallow !!
For the volunteers. Mallow Tidy Towns.
Polluted by American take away's
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:00 AM UTC
Time is the enemy
It's going to fast
The minutes rush past
And slip through my fingers
There is a suffocating silence
That surrounds us
We all know what's happening
But no one wants to say it
Because then it's true
I can't breath
I can't think
Tear after tear fall
I'm surprised I haven't run out
My heart is broken
And I can't fix it
Because she has half of it
Why did this happen
Why
Why
Why
So many questions
Not enough answers
Mama isn't going to make it
She's fought so hard
But she just couldn't win
I love you mama
Please don't go
Please stay here
With me
I took you for granted
All the moments I could have hugged you
Or kissed you
Or said I love you
I wish I could change it
I wish i could save you
I feel so helpless
So powerless
So...
Defeated
It wont be the same
Without you by my side
It won't be the same
With you holding half my heart
It's not fair
With the brain cancer
And kemo
How much you fought
It's not fair
That you still lost
I love you mama
I always will
You will forever hold
A place in my heart
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC