"kieran" poems
PleaseListen,
FIRST OF SEPTEMBER ...
I was taken to a room
Where the hour is always bright
The panorama is always wall
And the look of it is white
I was trapped in there
Dying slowly for weeks
Or was it hours?
Or was it days?
I fear
I cannot bring myself to care
For all the useless time
That I was left in there
It was interesting to see
What the others had left behind
I spy my Blackbirds feathers
I spy the Demons eyes
I spy a Soldiers tears
Swearing they aren’t mine
I spy the Singers ears
I spy the Liars chimes
So this IS the plan!
To dissemble us all by hand
To pull us at the seams
So that we become bad dreams
Sudden revelation,
Rebellions true form
Made me think I’d stuff my pockets
And take those pieces to their homes
I spy a meal that belongs
To a tiny Porcelain Doll
I spy a book that is for
The Boy who just wanted a home
I spy a box with a puzzle inside
For the Quiet Lad who solves them all
I spy a flower of wondrous design
To blind the Girl who sees only flaw
But when I went to reach for these
I found I could not move
My arms were caught in binding
Those vultures are not fools
It was when they let me out
That I realized I’d left some things as well
I turned about to save them
While I was being dragged to hell
In that room
Of torturous peace
I forgot her white dress
And I lost my wings
That's all I have to say
NowTake me away, KIERAN J. CROW
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 6:27 PM UTC
PleaseListen,
TWELFTH OF AUGUST ...
Slipped into my hideout she did
They get to wear shoes because they work
But no one said they weren't of odd tendency
A swan, a vulture, a fox, or a dog
I do not know what she was
But she was on her way out
She came into my room, wasn't odd
But then she said that the all seeing were dead
'I've switched the cameras off Kier
Now do as lovers do dear friend
And this here lover will bring you a pen'
Really didn't want to
If nothing else, crayons are okay
Have no need for lovers or friends
But she insisted, offered again
'Do as lovers do dear friend
And this here lover will bring you a pen'
So I held her hand
But no
She was not satisfied
So she insisted, tried again
'Do as lovers do dear friend
And this here lover will bring you a book
A blank book, a notebook
For the thoughts in your head'
I really didn't want to
I have no need for lovers
I have no need for friends
But wouldn't that be lovely?
A notebook and pen?
So I wrapped my arms around her waist
But, Oh.
She was not sated
And demanded more again
'Do as lovers do dear friend
And this here lover will bring you a key
A key to the door that keeps you in dreams'
I really didn't have to
I don't want lovers and friends
My freedom has been taken from me
But then again...
Wouldn't a key bring that back?
So I kissed her lips
My what surprise
It only deepened her thirst
Then and there
She begged of me more
'Do as lovers do dear friend
And this here lover will bring you a pet
Some pretty little shears
To drag across your pretty, pallid skin'
Really shouldn't
But lovers and friends,
They're far between these days
Didn't really want to
But scissors...really?
How did you know my dear?
That I've been dying
To drop my hide into someone elses hands
So I did as lovers do...
Lovers touch did nothing to fill me
Lovers kiss brought very little joy
But maybe. Maybe lovers gifts
Will help me out of this hole
That's all I have to say
NowTake me away, KIERAN J. CROW
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 2:40 PM UTC
audio me in... tell the b.t. off standards
to change the connection to lie to get to syria...
i wanted to become a butcher too...
not butchering people though...
onomatopeias of resonance of blah... blah...
you know... woollen trill...
i want the target bacon, i want to target bacon
on that **** head-banging with a pony
while blowing a sheen into a rodin marble
for the glisten of a haircut mare...
dark ivory like purple of a grenade of indigo
blotched with blood...
and spanked / spiked by kandinsky...
i told you i woz a barking gimmick, a barking cult-piece of mafia...
you’ve been warned dear bouncer allotment and semi-detached...
hey kieran - had his kidneys transplanted aged 15...
took to having a ****** aged 16 on the south park fence
when two ******* eyed us and the boys came to make cake...
oi boys r’ us you mention st. petersburg anywhere south of the thames?
i thought so...
make that spelling spaghetti for a kebab of dead meat
appealing:
it’s making headlines, people are fed fat but sugar headlines...
when fat headlines... people will be fed sugar...
salt will never compromise the use of steroids for balloon pop protein
for a mere attire of the bow tie undone with laze.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
It's you. Just you. Only you
It's been you for the past couple of years.
Ever since the moment you said, "Hi!"
It's you even while I toss and turn or
I lie awake at 3 in the morning
Or even when I open my eyes at half-past 11
It's you when I eat, sleep,
and drink cheap bottles of *****
You are everywhere I go.
You are always on my mind
That no matter how far apart we are - your existence is in contiguity of my being
So you have asked me a question.
Who do you love?
R H E T O R I C
It's you. Just you. Only you.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
“I can’t,” she breathed.
“Can’t what?”
“I can’t do this.”
“I don’t understand,” he said, disbelieving. He moved to take her free hand that lay at her side. She drew it away.
“You’re not listening; I can’t do this anymore, any of it. I don’t want to continue on pretending that everything is okay when it isn’t, pretending that you’re okay and that we’re okay when we aren’t,” she said, beginning to sob. “I can’t pretend that things are going to get better when I don’t know that.”
“I am getting better,” he replied, “I’m trying.”
“You think I don’t know that?”
“I know you do, so why act this way? Why leave when I’m beginning to change? Why go when I am doing this for you, does none of it matter to you?” Kieran cried, “Is there nothing more that I can do to make me what it is that you want?”
“It is exhausting, waiting for you to get back to who you were, to see you struggle the way you do. I can’t watch you try and fail over and over again,” said Briar. “I can’t watch you decay and raise from the ashes only to see that you are what you are born from – that you have not changed at all.”
“Well what then, do you expect me to do it alone?”
“You’ll have to”, she said between tears as she stood. She turned lucidly and walked past the chair where he sat; leaving the television they had been watching to entertain itself. The door creaked as she heaved, and all too quickly, she was gone.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC
Kieran is really awesome beacuse he is cool and andrew is not because and andrew is a loner
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
*I love, I love , I love you
There is not one single day I do not think, love, lust, dream of you
I lost you a while ago yet I still hear the gentle stroke of you
I dream someday we'll be reunited then nightmare that you've forgotten me
I may not rhyme, this may not be the time, but I love you
pure and true
I love you
XOXOXOX*
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
How to write ones final words? How find the will to carry on?
When I know this ship and all - all of this - will soon be gone.
Yet perhaps, if not my bones, at least my memories will be found
Amid the wreckage of a land where none but swaying palms abound.
So may the finder of this bottle bring these words I duly pen
To the family of the sailor - Kieran Dacey Boylan -
Though my body lies in rest beneath the roiling of the sea -
Know my soul forever soars above the verdant Irish lea.
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC
With you, I feel.
Without you, my pen would not move.
- S. Mia
June 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC