by Steven Kenny
You sit and you sing
in your gilded cage.
watching with wary eyes
as I sit on the sill outside,
cold and huddled down;
just a dirty, downtrodden pigeon.
Nothing like you.
Chirping for attention
and the lies you're fed,
you dare to judge.
Sing that success
is a cage like yours.
Scoff that I choose instead
to be outside in the cold.
...
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Wednesday 9th November 2011 9:09 pm
by Steven Kenny
Pain staring
Through stained glass eyes
Resting on a world that I despise
I feel the heat of my hatred,
Self worth incinerated
Charred by thoughts gone bad.
Disciples lost,
Like sheep, to the wolves.
Fed to the dogs
In gilded bowls.
Abused and used,
Enslaved to the gods
And lies they gave.
In a grave they made.
So I last and I stare
In a prison of their worship
Where they s...
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Thursday 3rd November 2011 11:55 pm
by Steven Kenny
Tossed aside like flotsam
carried on your breaking wave.
I tumble to the sand,
a single piece of something more
forgotten and broken.
It isn't like I blame you
you know I never could.
The allure of something new
something shiny,
something whole.
To fix a broken thing
takes time and so much more
it takes a patient ear,
a soothing to...
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Monday 8th August 2011 7:35 pm
by Steven Kenny
Take me into your sweet mind
show me all the things
you need me to find.
I want to serve you,
allow you to serve me
now one, who once were two.
Twist me in your lust,
lash me to your heart.
Let this be.
Just the start.
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Monday 8th August 2011 2:22 pm
by Steven Kenny
I think that it's awful double standards to remove the blog entry 'To Whomever' by Daniel John Hall Kleinmeier.
Whether you agree with his views or not, you cannot tell him through your comments that you can write what you want, only to then remove his blog from the list.
A lot of you will know that my poetry is more morbid than anybodys so I don't agree with his views, but I respect that th...
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Sunday 7th August 2011 10:13 pm
by Steven Kenny
On a moonless night
In a haunted scene
Wherein the dark
was pure and clean
I turn and contemplate
the absent sky
A prisoner of the frigid bed
on which I lie
I witness the crawl of dread
and shattered dreams,
Whose shards
My heart do shred.
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Sunday 10th July 2011 8:50 pm
by Steven Kenny
Why is it that we think
That we have to try and be
The person that somebody else
Wants us to be?
And why is it that we strive
To perform for everyone around
To get them to admire
The plays that we contrive?
Why do we pile the pressure on
And drive ourselves so hard?
To please and impress
Until the real us is gone?
And why is it t...
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Thursday 23rd June 2011 3:24 am
by Steven Kenny
Sometimes I get to thinking,
That I'm alright.
Sometimes I get to thinking,
That I'm alright.
I'm not alright,
But sometimes I think I am
One day I'll be alright
And maybe
That's the day
When I won't have to think
Anymore.
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Monday 13th June 2011 10:39 pm
by Steven Kenny
It's dark here.
I sit alone,
Naked and abandoned.
Cast in my own company.
The black looms closer,
I can't see my hand,
Can't feel my face.
Lost in my own disgrace.
I scream
Until my lungs are raw.
The sound reflects back
A cry only I can hear
Where are you?
When I need you,
To chase away my fear?
It's dark here.
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Friday 20th May 2011 10:50 pm
by Steven Kenny
Trapped in an ever decreasing maze,
Where every footstep erases the last,
Where dark and shadow obscure the light.
I dream of the sun, but feel only rain.
With all my hopes and dreams
Open for dissection,
I cling to the walls for protection
But even their solid support
Is an elaborate deception.
For every shallow smiling face
And every promise...
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Monday 11th April 2011 12:37 pm
by Steven Kenny
It's the little things,
That weigh you down in the end.
Like never having the chance
to get to know a father figure
or the thousand missed chances
because you don't realise in time,
or you're just not interesting enough
to cut it.
Disappointment hits,
like a plastic frog in the oven.
And you realise that the best days
have gone by without being ...
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Tuesday 1st March 2011 1:54 pm
by Steven Kenny
Break my heart,
but don’t lead me on.
Play your part,
until the deed is done.
Leave your mark,
branded on my soul.
Whispers in the dark,
my secrets you’re told.
Smitten from the start,
I watch my love unfold.
Break my heart,
but don’t lead me on.
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Monday 28th February 2011 4:03 pm
by Steven Kenny
In my dreams I have touched your skin a thousand times,
I have run my hand along your graceful curves and felt every groove,
every goose-bump, every pore.
I have touched your hair and pressed its silk to my lips,
smelled its sweet perfume and rinsed my hands in its luxurious flow.
I have held you tightly, I have held you softly.
I have kissed and caressed and worsh...
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Tuesday 22nd February 2011 7:13 pm
by Steven Kenny
I don’t want to break you,
or hurt you.
I don’t want to change you,
or improve you.
I just want the chance
to get to know you.
To discover the things
that make you laugh,
the silly things
that make you cry
and those self-indulgent moments
that make you sigh.
I want to know
your favourite colour,
your favourite place.
your f...
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Wednesday 16th February 2011 3:47 pm
by Steven Kenny
Hidden from the world in a cold, dry box
forgotten until the sullen morning breaks.
Tumbling from the prison into a deluge;
submerged in coco brown liquid.
I flounder without a paddle,
desperate to swim against the tide.
The slurry stirs with my efforts,
threatening a murky oblivion.
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Thursday 10th February 2011 5:00 pm
by Steven Kenny
The softest touch to gossamer skin,
a finger stroke of desire and lust.
I stare into your eyes,
as they stare into mine.
You seem to see me,
and yet see through me
a pale blue gaze
that sees a world beyond.
I slide my hand into yours
as I lay you down,
the earth our bed;
star spattered sky our canopy.
No-one will know you
lik...
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Monday 7th February 2011 4:22 pm
by Steven Kenny
Stoic in the face of the rain,
I watch it wash
the stars from the sky
And fill the gutters
with their softly twinkling light.
A glittering deluge
To flood my pain
And flow over broken barriers.
A tsunami of awkward reasons
To hide my fear of drowning alone.
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Monday 7th February 2011 10:57 am
by Steven Kenny
I think she looked at me today, diary!
She did, she really looked at me.
And yesterday was the best day!
Because she spoke to me!
It wasn’t the greatest chat:
she told me that I was in her way
and of course, she was right, I was!
I stepped aside and let her on the bus.
Maybe this means she really fancies me,
it means I have a chance!
Things ar...
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Thursday 3rd February 2011 3:35 pm
by Steven Kenny
As regal as I get,
As vulnerable as I can be.
I push through tranquility
And into exhaustion.
Stuffed to bursting,
Eager to release.
I intrude onto the White
And deliver my sacrifice.
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Friday 28th January 2011 11:15 pm
by Steven Kenny
With thanks to W.B. Yeats for the 'blood-dimmed tide' line :-)
Rest your weary head soldier,
lay your spear at your side.
The odds are stacked against you,
the rocks can no longer break
the blood-dimmed tide.
Your shield is your pillow,
but it cannot protect you
from the darkness behind closed eyes.
Or a sky made black by arrows
and the ...
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Friday 14th January 2011 1:13 pm
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