http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kenny325 The original writings of author kenny en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991225 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What people think,has a funny flow. While others shrink,some grow. But all in time shall change you see. For joy can never truly be. I held her dearest, right next to my heart.Though I saw her clearest, as she played her part, how was I supposed to see, how cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/1264680/ Though I may chip and weather,I will forever remain.Though your heart will one day lay still,I will continue to stand. Though I cannot change,I do not need to.For I am stone. I carry the weight of the world, for no one else can bear that burden. I break the sky, For I see th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/1264675/ A poem based on a book series I wrote http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/1142319/ The sword stands for all to witness. it is not an instrument for use in darkness.It is a symbol of open aggression,when violence becomes the obsession. It is an item of war,built only for adjusting the score. And when your cards are finally dealt,it will be my sword running through yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/1063024/ Its hard to see some mornings,Why I ignore all the warnings. Do the voices ever stop? Do they ever leave? Will I ever be back on top?not that I can see. It only gets worse.But I cannot stray the course. Inside I tell myself that I'll be alright,but that same me, is the one I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/1058681/ The world spins on without me.So much I am forced to see.I watch the things I'll never be able to obtain,and the sadness is more than I can contain.I watch myself decay, unable to stay.I lose more every day,as my mind slips away,from underneath I am consumed.My soul forever entombed.Nothing I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/1044539/ I was taught to be a hero. I was taught to be selfless.You behaved like a zero. You behaved oh so selfish. I have no idea why I looked up to you,when I was the better of the two.I was taught to reach down,to dig deep.To break ground. You only cowered like a sheep. I ignored .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/1044537/ I hope you're happy with your liar.I hope you never reach what you aspire.I pray you're happy with your w***e. I pray your future has evil in store. It's time you met your monster. its time you fell faster. There's nothing you can say now. Its hard not to break, hard not to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/1044534/ Don't think about it, let it slip past,its too late.its here to stay.certainly I don't have to...Raging within, I can't prevent.It seems like I can't...like I can't deal with it...I'm to blame...How do I move on?I can't undo the past.but I don't have the strength to carry on.I can't seem to fin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/1044527/ aaaaaarrrrrgh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/1043212/ Screaming. The world slips to black,Writhing. Pieces falling. Under attack. Crying. Tears burn hot as they pour.Breaking. Holes dot the walls. Blood pooled on your floor.Waking. Every day hurts.Hating. Every day it gets worse. Cracking. Horrors your mind betrays, the dark of the void.Slici.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/1043209/ So I've tried the whole movie approach. You know, the whole just love someone with all your heart shtick. And unless you have the body of a greek god, or goddess, that's not really gunna work out for ya. Instead love has steps its supposed to reach one at a time. If any one person is on a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/1043202/ Why don't you recognize me?you should. Because I'm the dirt beneath your feet. I spend all day there, Hell,I even support you, even when you can no longer hold up yourself. You kick me around a little, no biggie, I'm tough. But at the end of it all, what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/881344/ The bullets that tear the flesh away from the bone, the last warm air that leaves my body with an all too short moan. The sticky hot blood that pours forth from my broken form, the greasy feeling as my flesh gives way, writhing with the worm. the harder my soul struggles against .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/881310/ I need you, but you're not there. I cry out to you, but you don't care.your life is happy, so why should you? after all, I'm just passing through. I wanted to make a difference,I wanted to be a part of you in every sense. above all, I wanted you to love me like I love you,I wante.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/846006/ I'll swallow poison, Until I grow immune. I will scream my lungs out, till it fills this room. Tired of being burned alive, Tired of the biting pain. Yet still on I burn, Through snow and rain. I'll walk on till my body gives out, though I fear that's not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/809681/ So up to this point talking to Taylor had always been fun and flirtatious, but as I still fail to this day, I just had no way of me its ever gotten me, and I hear this from every single woman I've ever truly courted meaning four, verbatim "You deserve better than me" and "you're a really great guy, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/807240/ I try to forget what you are to me. But what we have isn't that easy. At least to me it's not. Forever reminded of what you've taught. You've meant more to me than anyone Tay, and for that reason I hang in there today, because you make me more than what I am. you m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/806355/ So today I played a little game with myself. Which is awesome. I love playing with myself. I do it all the time. the game was based on the fact, on my work breaks, I either get a sandwich, or just water. So I put all my receipts in a little pile, and I mixed it all up. And I said, if it's a water re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/803485/ yet you don't seem to care. I would cry out to you,only to receive your blank stare. I would struggle just to comfort you. a gift you never returned in kind. and now I'm the one fighting to come to. I was never of worth in your mind. oh what a terrible feeling. and now we are to be forgotten by time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/800096/ There once was a man from peru. that died. there once were a million more men from peru. that died. There once were a million and one dead men. From peru. and I'm certain that one of them. was named Claude. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/798318/ Holding on to what was is human nature, moving on, is successful human nature. Pain is living, the moment you stop hurting is the moment you're dead. From the dull drawn out ache in your bones, to the sharp sting of steel. As long as it hurts, you know you're alive. But for me... it only hurts when .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/798317/ Grotesque in your power. yet your kingdom lies empty. far more hollow than mine. and the thick black night, shall steal thine breath,never to awaken from your slumber. and I the tired warrior ever more wanders on. as hard as I've needed to be. but after all, isn't that what you were too Baron? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/797893/ so, when we last left off, I basically met this girl, and spend like, 12 hours with her over 48 hours... and we had a blast. Now we had to go back home. and here we are! so SHE added ME on myspace (prior to facebook being most popular social network). That is a rarity for beautiful women to add me n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/797883/ As the insanity of failure grips my ebbing soul once more, I'm reminded that this isn't the first point it's scored. I'm shown the colossal enormity of my loss.And just how much all these failure's cost. But amidst it all, despite the terror of the fall, Their beauty creeps its way back into the min.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/795204/ When We Met: so here I was, at a friends house about to partake in my all time favorite hobby, which is tabletop gaming. And as I enter his house for the three day weekend, we see that his sister has a friend over. Now, I was never a big fan of his sister, or of most of her friends, but this one was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/793306/ Can't fight the discipline, can't best the rage. All I taste is sin,and the rust of my cage. Shards of what was glisten,in the darkness around me. But then I remember how you wouldn't listen, and how you refused to see. The hate I let out rattles the bars,and the frayed steel creates yet more scars... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/792164/ My heart's gone away, part of the price I used to so gladly pay.You took it all, left not even the paint on the wall. and here I stand empty handed, so enjoy all that love you two take for granted. At least I know you won't. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/792161/ The deserved get no reward. The hated receive the blessing. The purest of effort and heart, receive the cold void, while the monsters feast. The intentions made clear, the goals that aligned,shattered into nothingness.but the paths that deviated,built something else entirely. The patience and steady.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/786309/ can you find the hidden message? ... >.> I should hope so... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/786306/ Slash of the knife, taking the gift of life. Gone to black forever, crushing the dreams of another. Anything to dull my own pain within. no matter the price no matter the sin. My cries weren't something you wanted to hear,now you lay neck sliced ear to ear.So plain I wrote it, so plain I spoke it,bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/776782/ So long it has been now, since I've seen light. So long since that all or nothing fight. I can not move, for my freedom's blocked by stone. Such hunger I've never known. My screams go unheard, so scared I can't even form a word. So cold, forgotten, I couldn't help but cry. and I know soon I'm bound .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/776776/ For as long as I can recall, I've always taken the fall. Never been the champion or star of the show, only the broken form in the shadow. I'm sorry I broke tradition and had some hope for a change, I thought maybe you'd be the difference in this exchange. Now I stand in shame, because you turned out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/776769/ I did nothing but put my heart out, like you asked. They did nothing at all. against your wishes. They all earned your love. I'm just as cold as before. why is it, that doing what I was told, that expressing my feelings, that holding out my heart with high hopes, failed so dismally. when holding bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/776749/ You'd think I'd learn not to stick my nose where it hurts. But no, I kept it up until I was back to tasting dirt. If this is what's meant for me, then perhaps the end I'll never see. But I have to try. at least that's the lie. The lie I repeat over and over,but I cannot stand to even think of you wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/776744/ "Ever get tired of seeing all this damn red Sergeant Kord?" asked Captain Murttle as he gestured towards the nearby Vikings walking towards the outer perimeter. "No sir. The more of us we got around the better, its the damn brown and purple that I get tired of seeing." Kord gave a little chuckle to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/776733/ Everything is a sign that points to "move on" but all my heart tells me is to hold on. I just want to know that I'm held above, and that I'm worth your love. but I don't think there's such a thing. I want, so many things, to be. and my tired heart urges me on when I want to flee.But I've see the blo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/770924/ There used to be nights where I worried for you. But now, my dear, I do know what to do. yes you needed saving from someone, but you never saw the things I'd done. I'd present them to you with anticipationand you'd always greedily accept with moderate elation. But it was never for my gif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/769910/ Its my fault. I've never been of worth.and you let me go, as you honestly should have.but... Now see, I'm used to this. not as much as I should be, but far more than most. I'm used to being picked last,or just not at all... people slap me on the back, and grin, and laugh with me.as if they never hur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/769897/ I wanted to grow old,with you.I'm just a human being.Don't leave me so cold. I think we could fall in love, together this time. Like we were supposed to.cuz hun I can't go much longer like this. I begged and I pleaded, but always at the wrong time. But there never seems to be a right time. and I'm d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/765065/ Oh my sweet number four, I know I want you before I even walk in the door. Two tacos, so crunchy so delicious, and you sweet pizza, even though its origins are fictitious.For there is no such thing as a mexican pizza, The baja blast so smooth, and the hot sauce it doth sooth. Even though you're not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/764993/ The warmth.              Is gone forever and ever.                              &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/764992/ Your smile has forever changed my life. and your beauty that cuts like a knife.And from the first night we met, there's just so much about you I just get. You come so easy to me,and oh the better man you've made me be. You find joy in things both large and small, and you certainly know how to take a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/764982/ It's my fault I caught a sickness in my bones, I can't stand to leave you all alone. yes I'm scared, and its hard to think,as I continue to be held at my brink. I know soon I'll slip away, and then you can go on with your day, but in this hour I beg you,I have to.before I disappear, whisper somethin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/764524/ what were all those dreams we shared so many years ago? sometimes its hard to know. More than friends I've always known.because friends they come and go. how it pains me to leave you on your own, and no matter hard I yell, no one hears me from the bottom of this well. whether or not anyone cares is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/764520/ Patience and endurance of the mountains so grand,but the mountain so bare holds no fertile land. No place for a flower on its cracked sides, but the mountain will remain her wall against the tides. Even though I know its pointless. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/763265/ There's a perfect place in this world, and it belongs to one single girl.She's told me about it and I've even seen it from afar. but for each attempt to reach it, I bear a scar. It sounds like a great place to be.But she'll never take me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/763259/ aabcccb short b's http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/757812/ I swear I recognize your breath,of course you can't see me, but I'll stick around and keep up my best. Though success is something I rarely see, I shall always hold out hope for our song,For true love shall forever and always be the key.  Unrequited love isn't for the weak, but nor is it for th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/757806/ I changed by not changing at all, thats always been my way, by answering that call, for stability and endurance,But to be rewarded for it, is indeed a rare occurrence.Every day I still light up your name, but I'm left in the dark all the same. The world, so large, so random, so uncaring,Sometimes I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny325/757803/