Poetry Putting the "lit" in "literature"

[KenKafka]

Ken writes poems and random words

 

[KenKafka]

So hard to appreciate
I'm tryin to instigate
Playin safe, can't relate
Give me somethin I can break
I need a pain that I can take

 

[KenKafka]

Don't take this seriously
Writing deliriously
Forgot the thing you wanted
The memory leaves you haunted
Eating everything won't make it right
Problems hiding in plain sight
You wrote the song but left out the music
Frantic dancing makes you sick
Spin around to make the world stop
You'll never be the one on top

 

[KenKafka]

When we were young, we fought
I loved you, though I couldn't say it
That feeling I somehow forgot

Some feelings can't be easily lost
You're the one I could not replace
As hard as I tried, you were the part I could not erase

Love is a bitter kind of pain

 

[KenKafka]

If I could say simply how I'm feeling...
It's nothing
Never mind
We wouldn't be in this mess

Struggling and stumbling to find meaning
The things that matter are trampled down
Our time together is fleeting

There's no point in waiting, it's only wasting time
Before you realize the truth, it's your turn to die
How precious are these days which we cast aside

There were still so many things I could never say
What a waste

 

[KenKafka]

If I could say just once...
"I love you"
That should be enough
How the hell can I say that?
It's not simple nor easy
When you look at me
I don't know what to think
I'm filled with rage, mostly
Or so I used to believe
That passionate fury
Has more than one meaning
How the hell was I supposed to know?
There you are, bold and assuming
I hate the way you think you know me
I am angry because it's true
No one in the world understands
The way you do
I love you

If I can say just one thing
Instead, I want it to be
"Thank you"

 

[KenKafka]

Everyone gathers together
While I keep my distance
Repulsed by their laughter
I turn away with a grimace

Sharing intimacy easily
Or making it seem so
Feels impossible for me
I'll let my distance grow

 

[KenKafka]

"This Dream Scared Me"

So many times we run down the hall, the alleyway, drenched in rain
I remember ...

His long hair, the warrior's mark
How his eyes pierced through me
And the knife was...

He stands over them, blood running
Running through the alleyway
I ran away

 

[KenKafka]

If my fists will harm you less
Than a tender caress
I will leave bruises on your flesh
Marking you with my affection

Fists take precedence over lips
I succumb to this false notion
Leaving the both of us helpless
Unable to display our true emotions

 

[KenKafka]

Your eyes which hold the world inside
Looking to me for guidance
I could not provide

While crumbling the walls of my defenses
You are still blinded to your senses

Clinging blindly to an idealization
One day you will find this realization
Coming to comprehend reality
Despairing at the truest version of me

 

[KenKafka]

Always atoning for something
It is never enough
What you have done is lasting
The marks you left will never fade
I'd like to run away and hide

 

[KenKafka]

What first you tore from me
Whole and complete
We were made perfectly

What have we become?
Utterly undone

 

[KenKafka]

something visceral, something sweet

the true meaning of family

remains to be seen

 

[KenKafka]

(Talking with Dad)

A quiet ride and gentle breeze
Hostile tones wash over me
Waves on a sandy beach
Coming up clean

Words wafting carefully
A minefield in the stormy seas
One false step is all you need
His temper turning rapidly

Peace degrades to animosity
So where does that leave me?

 

[KenKafka]

I want to go somewhere
But the rivers are dry
The road is paved with bones
Little boats we used to ride
Through the forests have died
With the trees, the grass, the herds and wilds
Which weren't so wild once you knew them
Forgotten or removed by his-story
Live now to me only in memory
Passed on by distant ancestors
Our only legacy

 

[KenKafka]

If life has no meaning,
Why are we searching?
Desperate in a lonely cage
Of glass and concrete
I thought I was set free
Now the cage is only bigger
An illusion of Liberty

 

[KenKafka]

Full of hot air, my words are worse than wind
No solidity
No bounderies
No effect on the world I live in
The word has lost its meaning and its power
I am left with nothing but this silence
And if I can use this to my advantage
The world will open once again
Silence will speak for me