by Kennedy Bleu
Are full of it
Romeo and Juliet were
Happily in-love when they
Were wed
They honored every vowel
But where are they now
There dead together in a dirt bed
Love is the type of thing
That you’ll read about
In a book on the nook
Sitting on the lap
Of the girl of your dreams
Thinking about how
Real it all seems
So just take my advice
Do something better with the rice
In actuality it’s girls living in a guy’s world
Knocked out to the truth until you wake
And running off to find what you thought you heard
Family that try to get you to brake
And even the silver in that lining
Fades
And all those happy endings never
Had a place to take
Falling in-love with a girl the size
Of your thumb is just dumb
And I always thought the name Cornelius
Was corny
He said he would never let her fall
He did, but then again this is Disney love y’all
Love is the type of thing
The birds sing about in
Human understood words
In the story line to
Every first kiss filled moment
Of the written in happenings
That could never blow it
Beck my Ex
Feeling it in the back of my throat
Words like boys get board and run
Now I’ve got nothing you should see me
I’ve reached the point when all I want to do is
Sleep around hoping I don’t catch bad luck
This would have been the song of my heart breaking
Was it worth is when you slept with her
B is for believing you’d always be here for me
E is everything you had the nerve to put me through
C is for seeing you for what you really are
K brings us full circle to me kicking you out the door
Probably just need time to walk it off
But when your heart stops pumping
Picking up limbs is pretty tough
And you’re sitting outside so I’m wondering
If you’re listening, can you hear me
But what does it matter anymore
You got what you wanted just leave
Little Surfer Girl
Little surfer girl with
Hair of sandy blond and eyes the color of rising dawn
Wearing a bikini that leaves little to tell
And I’m wondering how it felt coming down from heaven as you fell
Little beach angel with
Wings the color of sea foam green laying back listening to the Beach Boys sing
Sun turning your skin into golden cake
And I’m wondering if I can buy fries with that shake
Little princess of the waves I
Have watched you at the shore standing on the oceans floor
Looking at all seven wonders right here
I wonder if I’ll get seven digits sometime near
Little sunkist breath I
Have been noticing you for a while and admire your riding style
And while you’re standing still
I’m wondering if running through my mind hurts your heel
Shut up and listen.
How many attempts do you take to start the day?
Tear marks under your eyes, working through your misery.
Always seem to be trying to fight the world and for what?
Why don’t you just let it all go black?
Slip away into the faded blue, disappear.
Because you’re worth something, to me at least.
You walk around here so mad at the world.
Doubting your worth, to yourself and others-
And I just don’t get it.
I just don’t understand why you can’t-
See the passion in my eyes, feel the warmth-
In my cries, and hear my truth without thinking-
I’m telling lies.
Because you’re worth something, at least to me.
I know you’re worth my time and effort to make us work.
I know that even though you feel that I’ll be better off without-
You, I know I wouldn’t. I know that it would be the end of us both.
Because you’re worth my life.
Who's Around You?
Look at you. Sitting there kicking it with your friends. Talking about the people you thought you knew. Giving heart aches and breaks new meaning and pain stakes.
That girl you called a slut in class today. She's a virgin, never had sex. She doesn’t even give guys her number to text. And while your only measuring her by what she has too good for them jeans. Doesn’t mean you’ll know she skipped a grade and is only thirteen. So while your huffing and puffing over that fact she respectfully told you no. Doesn’t give you a right to spread rumors to the people you pass as you go. She has never even kissed a boy by the way.
The "gay boy" you punched in the hall today. Committed suicide a few minutes ago. His parents didn’t shed a tear though. He’s been gone to them for a while. Upset he couldn’t turn off his wants like a volume dial. So I guess what you did was just the trigger. That amped him to put an actual one under his finger. Beautiful thing is I love you Trevor was the last thing he had to say.
The pregnant girl walking down the street, she got raped. Limbs bound and mouth duck taped. Nobody was around to hear her scream. And after, nobody asked about her cloths falling apart at the seam. Not a person stopped her on the street to ask about the burses that blended in with the night. Or, the smeared blood on her body because she did put up a fight. But you wouldn't know that form the once heavenly body you meet.
The boy you called lame. He has to work every night to support his family. Mother strung out father was never there. Sisters too you for the situation to even be aware. Of the constant effort he putts into making her believe that life is worth something. But with all that’s unraveling in his own life he barely knows what that means. But you know what, his employee of the month award in a frame.
That girl you pushed down the other day. She's already being abused at home. Mother’s boyfriend doesn’t recognize she’s not a punching bag of his own. And her mother see’s the burses hears the complaints that her daughters insides don’t feel right. But she turns a blind eye when he comes home at night. She's use to the pain by now, so she'll let you do as you may.
That girl you called fat. She's starving herself. Only finds comfort in what make her forget about the things she hasn’t dealt with. Food. Never talked behind her back, never was rude. Only thing that was there for her through the name calling, teasing, and rock throwing. Her only regret, she didn’t eat things lite and easy going. Did you ever consider that?
The old man you made fun of cause his ugly scars. He fought for our country. He took shrapnel in the arm and face, dislocated hip, and a bionic knee. He put his life on the line and the re-upped again and again. But only had a little ragged shack at the end. But God at the mercy of his fate. And still doesn’t have more than a penny to date. But when he retired he had silver two bars.
The boy you made fun of for crying. His mother's in the St. Row medical clinic. She there pushing life’s limit. Dying with obvious cause but without anything known to aid. She got it from an unremarkable night of getting laid. And now he’s in this dark world alone. All he’s worried about is his mother while his father’s out being “grown”. There is nothing he can do while she's laying there dying.
You think you know them. Guess what?
You don't!
Beautiful Smiles
...
Beautiful smiles,
Pretty lies,
And people dreaming with their eyes open
Deceiving laughs,
Peaceful cries,
And people who have given up hoping
Things that make hearts break
Saturday night stars,
Friday night loving,
And people’s intentions more selfish then you ever knew
Moments ago,
Hopes shoving,
And people’s fairytales that never come true
A chance at paradise.
Let me have a chance
To set the record down and straight
Sitting across the table
From a woman who’d rather die than mate
Since we sat down
You’re eyes have been on everything but me
And I really don’t think that
There is much to see
Think back to how it was
Wondering how’d we got to this place
Every time you pack to leave
My heart picks up a quickened pace
But you always choose to stay
And I’m to afraid to ask your reason why
We’re where tears fall heavy enough to
Break the wings of a butterfly
Paradise, this place we’ve come to close to know
And I feel I should let my feelings show
Yosemite
You send monsters to kill me,
Yet sings that I never die.
How is it that you praise my ending-
And hold your breath as I wake?
As if I’m just your trojan pond.
You scold me with reality,
Yet want me to laugh at the lie.
Why is it that you throw life’s “glory” in my face-
And want me not to cringe at the results?
As if I’m just an emotionless puppet.
You said there never be we,
Yet you can never another try.
What was it that you push me away-
And grovel and my going?
As if I’m facing the plague.
Grace & Ronnie
Other peoples hate destroyed my love
And I didn’t do anything about it
I hopelessly set aside my will to try
I would have loved it if I tried
If I only in her words, I had believed
Maybe I wouldn’t have let others get to me
I think he tried to believe me
Honestly felt a need to see the truth
But I even started to doubt the point
There was a serious point in her truth
I could tell she wasn’t just stringing me along
But my mind wouldn’t go along with my hearts way
But even when I told the truth I was alone
I never seem to get my way
But he seems to be cool with it
I guess it’s me who lying
I put on a brave face for her not to hurt
Well hurt no more than a broken heart
I lie now; smile as if my heart doesn’t hurt
But when I see his face and memories oh eons ago
…I wish for him to hold me again
Again the hurt of ago come to my side
Where I yearn for her to be
But that is a grace I don’t deserve
I don’t deserve to be nothing sided
I’m owed his heart but to kind to take
What if this all happened again
I’ll never take to side of others again
If I would have held on to the look in her eyes
I wouldn’t have this chance to want her back
Back to now eyes watering again
And here he comes, but in my direction it couldn’t be
This isn’t happening…
I have to make this happen again
She has to still love me, same look in her eyes
“I still love you”
“You, again, see the truth in my eyes” I inhale and let him know, don’t let this moment slip away “Will you believe this time?”
To My Ears
My heart beats extremely loud
And incredibly close to my ears.
Almost as if I’m laying on top of
The very thing inside of me.
Almost as if I’m not the only one
Made this way.
But I know this could not be.
I know no one else’s actually has a heart.
I learn that the all too often.
So now here I am.
Looking down into
Honey golden eyes.
Working my hands over
Skin that feels as soft as mine.
Strangest thing is an even and shallow beet.
Almost like a heart calling out so sweet.
But I know that’s not possible.
40 days and 40 nights of sex and disposition
40 days and 40 nights of sex and disposition.
One day for every time I thought of and every other missing you.
Longing for your arms around me and a sweet embrace.
For 960 hours I think of things we should attempt, but never do.
I’m calling out for an intricate taste.
That’s 5.7 weeks and 1.4 months of lust and adaptation.
I’ve gotten so screwed around your absents I count down to every decimal.
Compiling lists and sheets of every red line thing that comes to mind.
Requiring you timely return, on my list, in just the minimal.
That the things I want to do to you will be so unkind.
s(he's) br(ok)en
She's broken
sitting in a pile of her own tears
touching the once love token
trying to fine something that will subdue her fears
He's ok
drifting along with the beat of life
not even bothering to look her way
utterly oblivious to her internal strife
She broke
when you acted as if you never told her "I love you"
but that was just the punch line of a bad joke
and her silent pleads of it all to end never came true
Nightmare Before my Eyes
A night in fright is no delight
But I keep finding horrors sweet kisses on my lips
While tantalizing spirits keep my screams from unwinding
And hands thrash among my flesh
Though enticed with dangerous pleasure I know the feeling after will leave me diced
Flood of feelings from lost and alone to just wanting one more try
Some part of me knows and another finds you to be continuously chose
I guess honestly leaving you will require my best
And will power strong enough, with my demons, to deal
Which at this particular moment, quite frankly, does not exist
So I’ll continue to choose upon sins plentiful menu
Knowing one day the bill will catch up to me
She better watch out.
My best friend fell in-love one day,
To a pretty girl but not very much more.
But on matters of their heart I have very few to say.
Him with her, she’s just his type,
She’s always there and willing to give a kiss to the easy way.
One day I asked if he would ever get engaged.
He said he was going with a ring her way.
I guess I didn’t honestly believe him.
Until I saw the ring on her finger today.
Guess its how it should be,
As quite as it may.
I do truly love my friend and she’d better not break his heart.
Poem for a girl named Kennedy
Thunder rumbles, lightning strikes
Nicotine and a faded dream
Standing in the moon light, all I see is you
Your eyes across the lake
Beautiful pools of lust
Your words is all it would take
To let all of life's worries melt away
If I close my eyes an stop breathing forever
I can't watch the past roll away
When were right under the eye of the storm
Palm to palm and body to body
You can't even keep we warm
frozen hearts don't thaw
All you do is keep a slushy heart beating
Sharp crystals pushing through
Emotions, cold and barren, slowly repeating
If I close my eyes an stop breathing forever
I can't watch the past roll away
GoodNight!Kennedy?
I lost...
From how you pronounced I love you,
as speaking to a love lust love friend.
To the way you look into her eyes,
as if longing for our end.
And I guess somewhere in-between just
seeing you for everything leading to late night sex
and good morning kisses turning into wake up texts,
I lost hope.
From how you would stop by,
anytime just because you could.
To how I now wake up alone,
anywhere you can’t be found.
And I perceive some place in the middle of just
laying with me when I fell ill
and sitting alone cold as my home cooked meal,
I lost faith.
I lost hope and faith in trying to make you stay.
I lost faith and hope that, back to me, you’ll find your way.
Young Victoria
I shall be your Young Victoria…
If I were to die at 42 and you at 81
I only ask you to do one thing.
Live for me.
To do all the things I would have wanted to do,