Today I have no words
They went away to rest
They worked too hard
Trying to build you up
Then breaking you down
Maybe they need time
Maybe the author does too
Tag: Alone
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My transparency is a complex paradox
Something’s deeply hidden in my pen strokes
Even though the authenticity seems real
There is still what I will never ever reveal
Coz if my words do not make me
Then what is really left of me?
So whenever you read a sad poem
Know that my journal could be its home
Doesn’t matter if you wear nice cologne
You shall drink your cup of wrath alone
Though life constantly gives you humble pie
No one will eat with you just to help you die
Maybe I need to beg earnestly on my knees
Only then will a soul likely heed to my plea
Just slit my throat and set me freeKJ📖✍🏾🇰🇪
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There’s a solitude only the nights know how to embrace
There are memories only the scars have known how to kiss
There’s a portion only the ink has known how to pour
There are secrets only the walls have known how to watch
There are skies only the broken wings have soared
There are words whose impact only the heart knows
There are wounds that the skin has not known how to heal
There’s an echo only silence has known how to keep
There are cries whose tears the eyes cannot bleed
There’s a Serenity only The Prince of Peace can give
And Poems Only I Know How To Write
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Hello journal my oldest friend
The well of all my secrets
The vial for my crooked soul
I’m here to tattoo your skin again
Always making you take all this pain
I am carving it with my words
And sculpting it in my deeds
The image of perfection they desire
But at the cost of losing myself
Filtered in blood and crooked smiles
The clock keeps ticking life away
And all flesh wounds are healing
But my mind bears deep scars
That time cannot possibly heal
This pain is too tough to bear
But feeling empty is way worse
For pain will always subside slowly
But emptiness grows with time
Sometimes I wish I could time jump
Into my oldest age on this planet
And live those last moments
Cradled with echoing silence
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Writing is my way of escaping reality
I didn’t really know it at first
But this is what keeps me going
He helps me piece my life together
And slay the labyrinth in my mind
I can easily disguise myself
Behind these beautifully written words
Hiding behind the thick pages
Of my lockable (secret name) journal
Where a million thoughts roam freely
Isn’t it a sweet twisted gift
To be able to write what you feel?
To trust your pages more than people
How HIS WORDs bring a lifeless paper to Life
Carved onto it with numerous secrets and real fantasiesK
.J 🇰🇪
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All alone in my head
It’s just me, my pen & pages
To keep it all in line
I pretend but in the end
I know I will finally find my way
Out of this tricky situation
I’m leaving but I’m taking it too hard
Because I have been bleeding
Right from the very start
And I can’t take it anymore
It’s now time for the curtain call
Maybe it’s a little bit too much
Or a little bit too bold for you
But I don’t really care anymore
So say goodbye
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I’m a Sinner turned Son
But rarely a Saint
My emotions are very specific
The highs are Everest
The lows are Pacific
Tried my best just to fit in
Talked more than I listen
I keep a light but I dim it
Show no emotion just broken
All alone in this ocean
As for my front door, please don’t knock
As for my bedroom door, please leave it locked
As for my memories, please turn them off
This poem is not about my pride
It’s from the pain I try to hide
I’m alright but I’m still in it
Really just a misfit
Dying to end it
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You say you love the rain
But you open your umbrella
You say you love the sun
But you find yourself a shade
You say you love the wind
But you close all your windows
That’s why I’m afraid
When you say you love me
The Way 🇰🇪 