Let’s meet in the cosy little corner
Of that library along the beach road
Where the worn pages exhale living memories
And the air is filled with the scent of eternal romance
I have these flowers in my pocket
They’re tired of wandering alone
They dream about your black hair
They long to find comfort in their tangles
I’ll place them on you as the crown they are
Then we will create our own little eternity
Just you and me my lovely royalty
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They say life is a collection of special moments
I keep having these moments, but what makes them special is you
Yesterday you mentioned how the evening sky looked tired
I mean, who even describes a sky like that?
Yet I understood exactly what you meant
These phrases you say when you forget someone’s listening
I love the look on your face when you’re worried about me
It’s a privilege to be written between your forehead lines
You really have no idea what they do to me
It’s crazy how just one sentence from you can throw me entirely off balance
Your laughter used to be my favourite sound until I heard you moan
Now I will have to leave such an imprint on your heart my sugar lips
That anyone else you entertain after me will have to know me to understand you
I won’t lie to you and promise that I will love you forever, love isn’t eternal
My sort of love costs nothing so it’s nothing. I heard that lasts foreverKJ 📖✍🏾🇰🇪
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I have a confession to mention…you’re my heart’s fondest obsession
I tried not to think a thousand thoughts about you today
It’s barely two hours past midnight and I’ve already failed away
I wish you knew what your voice does to me, how my brain races my mouth before I say something daft
I wish you could feel what your hands do to me on the outside and inside, hard and soft
When you slip your fingers underneath my tshirt to feel my chest
Your touch somehow makes me run out of breath
When you whisper dirty things in the back of my ear
I get thoughts about the things I want to do to you with my spear
Because I like your flower, its nectar brings me to my knees
It’s amazing how we just had our last first kiss
I’m probably too late to be your first love, let me be your last
I don’t need to live forever, just let me make love to you a million times
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I want to build you a library
It’s in that quiet place where we often got noisy
I am convinced you found a way to poison my pen
Coz I keep writing about you over and over again
I want to love you deeply, gently and intimately
I’ll make love to you passionately, roughly and beastly
If only you could feel the way I feel when I look at you
You would understand that I don’t hold the future
But somewhere in it I am holding your neck
That’s why I cannot look at anyone else
So if loving you makes me guilty
I will gladly accept my punishment
Because a life without you would be a crimeKJ📖✍🏾🇰🇪
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I’m a lover of words and beautiful living mosaics
I love poor timing and those brown longing eyes
I don’t want to steal a kiss from you, I’ll take them all
I don’t have emptiness to fill, but spaces to share
I don’t want to make you happy
I just want to be happy with you
It started when I touched your inner thighs
And found that you have more soul than skin
I also saw it when you took off your specs to cry
How you bleed for the ones you love
Now I never want to fall in love with you
Falling has always been an accident
I’ll walk aggressively towards love for you
I’ll do it on purpose and with purpose
And I’ll break every clock on this earth
Just to prove that we are not bad timing
KJ 📖✍🏾🇰🇪
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God is good all the time
I am good occasionally
God is faithful all the time
I am faithful some of the time
God is full of compassion all the time
I am compassionate on good days
So it’s obvious that I’m not God
The problem is that I am Ken
But people expect me to be like GodKJ📖✍🏾🇰🇪
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I used to think that poetry lived in books, I was wrong
It’s in the way you pause before answer a question
Like your thoughts travel a long road before they reach your mouth
The way you tilt your head slightly when something baffles you
Like you’re trying to hear the logic underneath the noise
Most people try to be interesting but not you
You don’t perfom it and that’s the difference
You say simple things that somehow linger longer than complicated ones
That’s the problem with people like you
You keep leaving little lines of poetry behind
Without realizing that someone might be collecting them
I do. I collect them all. They’re poetry. You’re poetry
Unedited, unpublished and probably even unaware of it
It’s really beautiful but also deeply unfair
Because recognizing poetry doesn’t mean you get to keep the book
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I like the way you get ink stains on your thumb because you hold your pen too tight
I like the way you chew your lip when you’re anxious about what you want to say
I’m not a poet, I’m just an ordinary guy who’s been paying attention
I don’t have pick up lines for you, I have the fact that you no longer cook chips with boiled potatoes
If I tried to write a poem about you, I’d fail. I’d just say how you keep losing your red hair band
You’re my person, you read me as one reads Scripture. With reverence and patience
You’re made of water and I’m made of thirst, every sunrise reminds me of your smile
Every sunset feels incomplete without your name on my lips. You don’t understand what you do to me
I’d like to dance in the kitchen and read books at that bench on the beach with you
But here I am painting you in words while hiding myself behind metaphors
I’d never introduce myself in daylight and I love in riddles. So no one solves me completely
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She bears the kind of smile
That makes me want to caress her face
And tell her she is all mine
I kept my hands to myself
But my mind kept wondering why
Her eyes wandered to my lips
It’s like she wants to be understood
Without explaining herself
Which is unfair but so am I
I remain skeptical about love
That it can make a man better
Still, I fear I’m becoming evidence
Against my very own argument
KJ 📖✍🏾🇰🇪
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Life gets heavy sometimes friend
You don’t want to open your eyes
You don’t want to try again
You feel tired for no reason at all
And sometimes, everything’s just too much
But listen, rivers don’t turn around, they keep going
Even when the path is rough and the rocks are sharp
They just don’t stop moving forward and you can too
Sometimes life can feel like a kite stuck in a tree
But even a small breeze can set it free to fly again
You don’t need to be perfect, smiling all the time
Some days, just breathing is a huge win
You are allowed to rest without feeling lazy
Even the sun takes a break every night
And no one questions whether it will rise again
Some days you feel strong, some days you feel like shit
But you’re still here, and that means something
Don’t get stuck in the past, it’s already happened
You were not the same person you were back then
You’ve learned and grown, even though it doesn’t show yet
I know sometimes you ask yourself so many questions
Do I deserve this pain, this tired heart, these night tears?
But my friend, it is worth remembering something
That pain is a part of growth, no one sees the roots
They struggle in the dark but they’re the reason the tree stands tall
The heart doesn’t break to punish you
It breaks to let more love in, to draw you closer to God
He never said it would be easy, but He woke you up every morning after a long night
The path was never promised to be wide and straight
But it’s the one that’ll lead to somewhere worth reaching, like Heaven
Your heart never promised you it wouldn’t get broken
But it still can learn how to love again
The mirror never swore you’d always like what you see
But it still showed you someone real, and that’s you
We can’t keep looking for guarantees from a life designed on change
We’re all just trying to get through the rough days
We tell ourselves that it’s going to be okay
Even when it doesn’t feel like it at all
Life isn’t a race, it’s a quiet walk through changing seasons
You’re simply human and being human was never meant to be easy
So I will hold you when you need to be held
To let you know that it is okay not to be okay
When you will need someone to listen and understand
And talk about your life while staring into the trees over lunch
Whenever life keeps throwing those days you never planed for
I will be here to pat your back and offer you my hand
Life always gets so much worse before it gets better
As if it’s trying to test your will not to give up
Besides, it’s the failure that comes before the success
Which makes the success all the more happier
You’re brave and strong and beautiful, be gentle on yourself
Your best days are on their way and you’re worth every single one of them
Ken Jones
The Way 🇰🇪 