Submissions by kilanti
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I’m Kenny.
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Mar 2019 3:35am
13th Mar 2019 3:35am
a song i started & never finished
Thought I was doing just fine
On my own
Now here I am hugging myself
Pretending it’s you
Kept telling myself I won’t always
Be alone
But deep down I still don’t believe
That’s the truth
Not good at much, but I’m good at pushing
People out
And then asking why nobody
Ever sticks around
Some days I feel like I’m on
top of the world
Then other days I’m trying to drown myself
into the ground
On my own
Now here I am hugging myself
Pretending it’s you
Kept telling myself I won’t always
Be alone
But deep down I still don’t believe
That’s the truth
Not good at much, but I’m good at pushing
People out
And then asking why nobody
Ever sticks around
Some days I feel like I’m on
top of the world
Then other days I’m trying to drown myself
into the ground
#loneliness
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SONG LYRICS
Published
13th Mar 2019 3:15am
13th Mar 2019 3:15am
Untitled
One day
I’ll be able to just lay
Without the memories causing pain
Without the heartbreak or the shame
Sunday’s
Won’t feel so empty as I pray
Won’t be so cold, imprisoned, Gray
I’ll get out of this daybreak
I can’t run away
It’s more than just you
It’s a mix of everything
There’s just not much left to lose
I numb until I fade
It’ll be okay, someday
Until then I drown in a past I
Shouldn’t look forward to
Replay
In Idaho we stayed awake
Milky Way as clear as day
Woke...
I’ll be able to just lay
Without the memories causing pain
Without the heartbreak or the shame
Sunday’s
Won’t feel so empty as I pray
Won’t be so cold, imprisoned, Gray
I’ll get out of this daybreak
I can’t run away
It’s more than just you
It’s a mix of everything
There’s just not much left to lose
I numb until I fade
It’ll be okay, someday
Until then I drown in a past I
Shouldn’t look forward to
Replay
In Idaho we stayed awake
Milky Way as clear as day
Woke...
#love
#breakup
#memories
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SONG LYRICS
Published
8th Mar 2019 6:20am
8th Mar 2019 6:20am
Psychosis
Psychosis
I have a big bed,
And some to make sure I’m fed
They light my birthday candles every year;
My empty head numbs out their cheers
And I find myself wandering out, it’s dark
Just in my socks, it’s snowing at the park
Now I’m in a gown, a napkin with strings
I’ve lost everything but I wake up
It was all just a dream
I’m just a robot
Cold shell, no one to tell me I’m not.
Behind a door with a window looking out
To the man trying to write every thing down
Trapped in these four walls. ...
I have a big bed,
And some to make sure I’m fed
They light my birthday candles every year;
My empty head numbs out their cheers
And I find myself wandering out, it’s dark
Just in my socks, it’s snowing at the park
Now I’m in a gown, a napkin with strings
I’ve lost everything but I wake up
It was all just a dream
I’m just a robot
Cold shell, no one to tell me I’m not.
Behind a door with a window looking out
To the man trying to write every thing down
Trapped in these four walls. ...
#music
#lyrics
#MentalHealth
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Mar 2019 6:17am
8th Mar 2019 6:17am
Summers Growing Up
Just a journal entry from after I moved away from my hometown. Interesting to look back on this now that I’ll be moving back in the summer.
Hometown, summertime; when I have a bad day I think about the lonely nights I had in my hometown. Some of these nights were intense, excruciating. Others were just completely empty and numb. But they were always lonely.
So I’d grab a Capri Sun, head out the door, and skate around the block. The void of stars, the addicting vibration under my feet, the sounds of animals in the distance or garbage bins being rolled to the curb.. it...
Hometown, summertime; when I have a bad day I think about the lonely nights I had in my hometown. Some of these nights were intense, excruciating. Others were just completely empty and numb. But they were always lonely.
So I’d grab a Capri Sun, head out the door, and skate around the block. The void of stars, the addicting vibration under my feet, the sounds of animals in the distance or garbage bins being rolled to the curb.. it...
#teens
#home
#memories
#nostalgia
#nonfiction
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Mar 2019 5:47am
7th Mar 2019 5:47am
Unrequited Meaning
Sometimes you go so long without something
You forget how it feels
You forget just how much it means
Or how powerful it is
Or how to do it
Or simply that it is real.
But in regards to you, the statement is wrong
And so the crave, the memory is strong;
Feels electric.
Means everything.
Hugging, healing, kissing, yearning. Eyes closed-
But you’ve forgotten; it’s been too long
You forget how it feels
You forget just how much it means
Or how powerful it is
Or how to do it
Or simply that it is real.
But in regards to you, the statement is wrong
And so the crave, the memory is strong;
Feels electric.
Means everything.
Hugging, healing, kissing, yearning. Eyes closed-
But you’ve forgotten; it’s been too long
#love
#loneliness
#heartbroken
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2019 5:36am
7th Mar 2019 5:36am
Existential Crisis
Sometimes my hair turns to a weed
Tangling my emotions, getting 12 hours of sleep
The only thing I can accomplish each day is getting dressed
From sweatpants to sweatpants, but I’m really not depressed.
I just have nothing to keep me busy,
And the lack of motion makes me feel dizzy.
And I get sick to my stomach when I think about the mess,
And everything I have to face one day, what’s the point? But I’m really not depressed.
It’s not that I’m down or hopeless or suffering.
But I’m watching myself through the meaningless motions while...
Tangling my emotions, getting 12 hours of sleep
The only thing I can accomplish each day is getting dressed
From sweatpants to sweatpants, but I’m really not depressed.
I just have nothing to keep me busy,
And the lack of motion makes me feel dizzy.
And I get sick to my stomach when I think about the mess,
And everything I have to face one day, what’s the point? But I’m really not depressed.
It’s not that I’m down or hopeless or suffering.
But I’m watching myself through the meaningless motions while...
#identity
#MentalHealth
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2019 00:11am
6th Jan 2019 00:11am
What I Want to Say
In no order I’m reliving the moments, they’re projecting in front of my eyes.
It’s like watching the best movie ever, I wish I could watch it endless amount of times.. like..
Remember that time you snuck in the house?
I bet you didn’t think you’d ever be moving out.
And remember each morning we made bacon and eggs?
And we’d eat by Brads couch; laughing, crossing our legs.
You used to drag me outside when we’d talk on the phone,
So we could both look at the moon and feel a little less alone.
And sleeping was so easy when we both stayed on the...
It’s like watching the best movie ever, I wish I could watch it endless amount of times.. like..
Remember that time you snuck in the house?
I bet you didn’t think you’d ever be moving out.
And remember each morning we made bacon and eggs?
And we’d eat by Brads couch; laughing, crossing our legs.
You used to drag me outside when we’d talk on the phone,
So we could both look at the moon and feel a little less alone.
And sleeping was so easy when we both stayed on the...
#ImSorry
#heartbroken
#breakup
#TimeHeals
#IMissYou
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Aug 2018 4:50am
30th Aug 2018 4:50am
Hi Again
Five in the morning
It hits without warning
The thoughts
The dying clocks
The brain that talks
The building blocks.
The gear that always turns
Until the metal heats and burns
Eyelids heavy and eyelids dry
A neck that’s sore and asking why
do we need sleep,
I’m so tired of getting sleep
But I need it to make the days
seem short as they melt away
And when I awake it’s afternoon
Before I know it I see the moon
And it’s time to go to bed
And say hi again to 5 am.
It hits without warning
The thoughts
The dying clocks
The brain that talks
The building blocks.
The gear that always turns
Until the metal heats and burns
Eyelids heavy and eyelids dry
A neck that’s sore and asking why
do we need sleep,
I’m so tired of getting sleep
But I need it to make the days
seem short as they melt away
And when I awake it’s afternoon
Before I know it I see the moon
And it’s time to go to bed
And say hi again to 5 am.
#depression
#insomnia
#sleep
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Aug 2018 7:42am
16th Aug 2018 7:42am
Eating Cereal
2 am; eating cereal, in my underwear
& I wonder why I don’t own any mirrors
My shadow on the closet dances & looks thin
But when I turn off the lamp I’m left feeling my skin
Don’t tell me not to diet; that I need “more meat on these bones”
Because you don’t know the story behind my baggy clothes
And you can’t tell me when to feel pretty, or when to feel good
Until you lift up my blouse & can say that you would
& I wonder why I don’t own any mirrors
My shadow on the closet dances & looks thin
But when I turn off the lamp I’m left feeling my skin
Don’t tell me not to diet; that I need “more meat on these bones”
Because you don’t know the story behind my baggy clothes
And you can’t tell me when to feel pretty, or when to feel good
Until you lift up my blouse & can say that you would
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th Aug 2018 7:29am
16th Aug 2018 7:29am
Moving
Filling up the boxes
With everything once home
Plastic toys and sneakers
I don’t believe I’ve grown
And in the last look I saw
red and blue lights
And sirens filled the air
Then sunk into the night
And if it’s in the past mom,
And if it’s in the past dad,
Why does the dust settle in the same spots
Was there a knife in your hand?
And why did I get shoved
down the stairs in the hall
Why was the belt
So loud against the wall
And why from bed
can I still hear the...
With everything once home
Plastic toys and sneakers
I don’t believe I’ve grown
And in the last look I saw
red and blue lights
And sirens filled the air
Then sunk into the night
And if it’s in the past mom,
And if it’s in the past dad,
Why does the dust settle in the same spots
Was there a knife in your hand?
And why did I get shoved
down the stairs in the hall
Why was the belt
So loud against the wall
And why from bed
can I still hear the...
#memories
#PTSD
#abuse
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SONG LYRICS
Published
27th Jul 2018 9:44am
27th Jul 2018 9:44am
18
Blow out your candles
Wish for more wishes
For toys & for candy;
when we had that ambition
I wished to be taller
To be older & pretty
For friends & for a family
To hold me; To love me
Chorus:
Well some wishes come true
But the older you get
The less you remember
So you live to forget
Wash out the purple
Let your hair grow long
Hope you found the right one
Then have your heart broken
18 - you found me
No car & no money
Responsibility?
Lets...
Wish for more wishes
For toys & for candy;
when we had that ambition
I wished to be taller
To be older & pretty
For friends & for a family
To hold me; To love me
Chorus:
Well some wishes come true
But the older you get
The less you remember
So you live to forget
Wash out the purple
Let your hair grow long
Hope you found the right one
Then have your heart broken
18 - you found me
No car & no money
Responsibility?
Lets...
#teens
#lyrics
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Jul 2018 7:15am
26th Jul 2018 7:15am
Over Overthinking
It’s just you and me, with the wind that sounds of geese,
and howling children, and garbage bins rolling up the street.
It’s just you, and me, together; alone.
We should get some rest.. Then there’s much to be shown.
There is much to discuss, to ponder, and soak.
To remember and blame; for there is much to feel shame. And
There is flame to smile about, to close our eyes and nurture safe.
To feel burning in our chests, inspiring futures to create.
You see, there’s clouding in the way, perhaps thinking will rid of it.
But then we’ll think...
and howling children, and garbage bins rolling up the street.
It’s just you, and me, together; alone.
We should get some rest.. Then there’s much to be shown.
There is much to discuss, to ponder, and soak.
To remember and blame; for there is much to feel shame. And
There is flame to smile about, to close our eyes and nurture safe.
To feel burning in our chests, inspiring futures to create.
You see, there’s clouding in the way, perhaps thinking will rid of it.
But then we’ll think...
#insomnia
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