ken the poet

From the grudges I hold in my fists that make my hands bleed. From the insomnia that creeps up on me when i’m spiraling. From the highest peaks that my heart has travelled to and from the feelings I can only try to describe. These poems have pieces of my soul sprinkled all over. Be gentle. Be hard. Open yourself to feeling something.

CRISTIANS lie too

Tugging at the seams too hard 
My hands are so small in yours
Thank you for building my drawers
I keep a pair of your drawers in my drawers

How does lying taste?
Sweet like her?
Sheet cake
Can't cheat fresh baked
Cheapskate

You would eat a cobra heart if it was thick
If it seduced you at a work happy hour
If it took you home and felt you up
If it bit your neck and bled on your sheets

I can't stomach that
Nauseous even
How audacious can you be?
Asking for stomach real estate

My dearest feeds me deception
Olive oil from an apple tree
Father of lies
And you call yourself a CRISTIAN

Love Again

The heat of my tears feels all too familiar
Im in love again

Im the sun, you're the moon
I hear you when you're not around
I feel you, while the images of us dance in my mind
If the fantasy is vivid enough I'll smell you
Heavy deodorant, cologne, and the pheromones of my husband

Im split into two
Me and You

Molasses

I have to slow down 
Every time I look up 
I've signed myself up for more stuff

I do more because I've seen where doing less gets you
Usually broke and sad
No thank you

I have to slow down
Cover my feet in molasses if I have to
Tie myself up to a tree if I have to
Maybe run a marathon until I get tired and pass out

Okay I'll go to the store on my way home from work
To buy the molasses
Then I'll stop at the hardware store after my pilates class to get the
rope for the tree tying
Then maybe pick up new running shoes for my marathon
Before I pick up the application to sign up for... the...
Marathon?

I have to slow down
Every time I look up 
I've signed myself up for more stuff

I have to slow down
Meditate if I have to
Move in with a sloth or a slug if I have to 
Volunteer at an old people's home, to just sit, just play bingo

Okay I'll call the monk before dinner
So he can send me the address for the meditation temple
Then meet with my new sloth roommate and his slug girlfriend before 
we sign this lease
I'll tell them that I won't be home on Mondays or Tuesdays or Fridays
because I'm volunteering at an....
old... people's... home?

I have to slow down
Every time I look up 
I've signed myself up for more stuff

Even when i’m sick?

Are you sent from the angel store
I forgot that I put in an order long ago
In deep meditations from cult leader videos 
that I had found online
Made you in my mind

Mine 
Mine
Mine

Fever is rising
All hot inside
Yuck
Oddly timed naps
from the medicine your sister gave me

Sneezy 
Red
Hot

No one ever holds me
Why are you holding me?
Tight too
You've seen every tattoo

Im on everything you own
Coughing in the sheets 
Blowing my nose on old shirts

Your gaze is hot chocolate 
Like my mom makes it
Cinnamon
Cloves
Creamy
Sweet
Kiss me in the kitchen, its the dead of night
Floating under the stove light