"kenna" poems
a winter visit is
blood to us,
collected in our thumbs, pressed together, always
distracted by
effectively knowing that which is true:
feral will never make do.
going to the space needle,
her mouth was a cowry shell that i saw in the water
in my fingers i heard the snapping of twigs
just that prickly little feeling saying
“kenna, watch the corners of her mouth”
lovely in the passenger seat
my hand quaking
ninety miles to go
oregon behind,
peppering the corridor with firs
quietly i sang watery songs
“run river run,” “golden vanity,”
she slept with the stars sitting on her hair
then seattle waited
underneath her black dress
(velvet, from her mother)
wondering where will we stay-
she woke up. from the sky fell
zebra orchids, already dying
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
I don't want this written in words. Maybe if it's just in my head, it'll make it less worse.
Feels as if I'm going to burst
Head won't be silent
Thoughts turning violent
Trying not to care
Only been a few years
Tears still build up here, but put up a shield; one big force field.
No way to reel you in, feeling abandoned up to the brim.
I got into your depth, now all I sense is death. Need a cure before my vision is blurred.
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
Give me an idea of how many stars there are,
And I will tell you the color of your eyes;
For the celestial bodies are innumerable,
And your eyes too much to name a shade.
(c) 2016 Indigo Kenna
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
As though
her insecurities
consumed
her entirely,
he understood
that a woman
like her
were those rare
women
whom men
only came across
once in a lifetime.
He understood
the way
a woman like her
should be
wooed,
held,
loved,
seen,
and touched.
She being his weakness
and he her strength-
they could understand
one another
without having to say
anything
to each other.
A simple glare
from either one
spoke a million truths.
How, when they held
one another,
became two souls
as one.
Enamored in their
fidelity
towards each other
and how mutual
their simplicity
drawn them together.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
And the morning after
is always tinged with regret;
I can see it in the sunrise before I
open my curtains.
If only I could pretend
that, some days, it doesn't
keep me better company
than my faithful lover.
© Indigo Kenna
Jul 14, 2022
Jul 14, 2022 at 4:01 AM UTC
by Kenna Marie
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Yet, people smolder every meaning of the word beauty.
Taking procedures in order to obtain this image of perfection, but it is right built inside of you. Believe it or not, whatever you need you got!
Reading this now with your eyes, heart beating to the sound of survival.
Educating yourself on how to accomplish revival because you are dead.
The laughter comes in sequences syncing perfectly to those begging for attention.
Revolt revolt!
Build a catapult to launch yourself away from here.
Lose yourself in all the sincere.
Perform a test to see if you're the best.
“You are defeat compared to the rest!”
Start to dress to impress when the isn’t up to par.
Spend days alone at empty bars.
“Dare to make a move!”
“It won’t improve you.”
“You got nothing to lose!”
“Yeah, well how about your skeleton starting a rebellion. You’re yelling, starting to tell your children the beginnings of this addiction.”
It swallows you whole, your body is totaled.
Now, you’re in the rusting pile of traveled miles of rot...
Forgetting what you are and what you’re not.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
*
*Don't tell me to open my eyes and see
When it's you who has kept me in the dark.*
(c) 2019 Indigo Kenna
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 12:16 AM UTC
It was not so much when I felt awful,
But when I felt nothing,
That I wanted to die.
And it was not so much when I felt happy,
But when I felt loved, despite all the pain,
That I wanted to live.
(C) 2016 Indigo Kenna
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
How can I say I want something
When I honestly want nothing?
I am empty, and full of all the things I'm
Supposed to hate
And I have no desire to make them leave.
So cut off all my limbs and let me die,
Please,
For I live no longer
From this point on.
(c) 2015 Indigo Kenna
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
Today
Is the day for revival,
For rain does not come except that we pray.
Today, yes, is that day that I feel so low,
But that will be every day until I die.
Yes, today I am tired,
Sniffling,
Ready to sleep,
Off on my own,
But it will always be today.
Pray now.
(c) 2017 Indigo Kenna
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 2:32 AM UTC
So,
I'll be what I am,
For to be another would be a lie.
Additionally,
And I'll put this bluntly,
I'd rather you didn't love me if it was for someone else.
My advice is,
Be yourself,
And don't be disappointed if someone leaves the person you were pretending to be for someone real. Maybe you should do the same.
(c) 2017 Indigo Kenna
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
Why do we love
The people who we should not love?
*Is it longing, or pain,
Or self-deception about who you are
That drives me yet to love you so?
You said goodbye so long ago,
And still I love who I should not.*
(c) 2018 Indigo Kenna
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
Sometimes you have to shut off that one light that's been blinding you
Before you can see all the others
(of which one is particularly beautiful).
(c) 2018 Indigo Kenna
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
Every time I feel this love,
I feel afraid.
I shiver, as if the dead of winter
Had crept in overnight.
But what is love,
And why does it make us cold---
Or is it the absence of love that chills us?
(c) 2017 Indigo Kenna
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
Should I
Change myself
To please you?
I could, but
What would I gain?
You never loved me anyway.
(c) 2017 Indigo Kenna
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
Forget the world, friends--it's gone to those who dream,
As if all these soaring depths could hold us,
As if all these dropping heights
Could pin us to the ground---
Let's fly, friends---
The world is gone.
(c) 2017 Indigo Kenna
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC