by pattikeno
time
is a wasted thing
it is a meaningless
thing
it surges forward
relentlessly
and drowns us
in its wake
it leaves us breathless
and broken
washed upon the
shore
in a different place
in a different time
where we learn to
adapt
we heal
and begin to
live again
only to be swept
away
once again
by unforgiving
and relentless
time
.
.
01/5/15
©Patti Keno
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2015 Patti Keno Poetry writing
by pattikeno
“I know what you’re
hungry for”
he says
with blood-shot eyes
and yellowed teeth
he stands before me
waiting
holding out a pen
“I know what you’re
hungry for”
he says
he wants me to begin
but he pulls the pen away
and I am left
to ache once
again
for the words
that never come
for the silence
that never goes
“Insomniac!”
he accuses and
laughs in my face
but still I cannot get close
I cannot begin
he waits for me
to stop him
he waits for
me to yell
but I am
alone and
voiceless
here in my
self-appointed hell
“heretic!”
he calls me
he knows that
I’m insane
he knows that
writing is
all I have
to ease this
precious
pain
still he does not
give up
still he does not
give in
when will he
ever let me
begin
01/24/00
©Patti Keno
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2000 Patti Keno Poetry writing
by pattikeno
yesterday everything was perfect
everything was so clear
so heartbreakingly beautiful
the fog surrounded it all
it made it perfect
it made me perfect
and i loved it all
i was afraid i was going to die
i thought this must be
what it looks like
just before you die
that perfect fog
it threatened to swallow me
but created such beauty such clarity
maybe it’s the changing seasons
or maybe it’s something else
all i know
is that
yesterday
everything
was perfect
everything
was beautiful
yesterday everything was perfect
yesterday was beauty
perfect and clear
and i don’t
think it will
ever be that way again.
.
10/15/03
©Patti Keno
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2003 Patti Keno Poetry writing
by pattikeno
today i can feel you
i can smell you
your sweet cinnamon scent
i can taste you
taste the essence of you
with every bite
the smell of you
the taste of you
the touch of you
breaking through
the wall i built
around my broken
wounded heart
i see your
favorite book
i hear your favorite
band
i see visions of you
every where i look
and he reminds me of you
the things he does
the way he talks
and i hate him
i hate him
and i think
i might
hate
you
too
for leaving me
with your touch
leaving the taste of you
on my tongue
your hot kisses
burned into my lips
and i hate you
for leaving me
with the smell of you
cinnamon and icebergs
everywhere i go
everywhere i go
and i hate walking in there
the place you used to work
the people that you knew
staring at me
knowing what you did
how you left me
with only your touch
your smell
your taste
your hair
and all
ALL
of your
worldly possessions
now mine
i hate the smell
of cinnamon & ice bergs
i hate the smell
of you.
.
11/14/02
©Patti Keno
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2002 Patti Keno Poetry the cinnamon boy writing
by pattikeno
this
this grinning madness
sits before me
and eggs me into complacency
this grinning madness
waits
patient and impatient
all at once
It angers me
with it’s laughter
with it’s sullen glares
and sudden movements
this grinning madness
waits to take me in it’s arms
into the arms of madness
all around me i hear noises
people pushing me closer
forcing me towards that goal
that grinning golem
forgotten idol, left for dead
this grinning madness
laughs
and
laughs
and
laughs
as i stumble
and fall into it’s
open arms
forever lost
in this grinning madness
.
9/18/01
©Patti Keno
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2001 Poetry writing
by pattikeno
turn your head
when I arrive
make like you
don’t see
why would you
want to see
little old me
why would you
want to
behold my face
turn away
scoff at my words
feign interest
then turn and
run
TURN
AND
RUN
I have nothing
of interest
nothing you want
to hear
I’m a broken soul
lost and afraid
no one wants
to see that
no one wants
to know
no one wants
what I’m giving
away for
free
no one
wants
ME
sinking in
to this old
familiar ache
I cry
and I wail
yet still you turn
tail
TURN
AND
RUN
I’m no good
I’m no fun
There’s nothing
to see
here
there’s no
reason to be
here
TURN
AND
RUN
It’s all they
ever do
TURN
AND
RUN
why should you
be any different
.
.
8/21/15
©Patti Keno
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2015 New Patti Keno Poetry writing
by pattikeno
I’m screaming
as loud as my
aching throat
will allow
please see me
why can’t anyone
see me
maybe I’m not
invisible
maybe I’m a
ghost
maybe I don’t
exist
maybe I’m real
maybe I am
and nobody
cares
NOBODY
CARES!
No one wants to touch me
who would dare
to try and touch
the girl who is not there
I don’t exist
I am not real
I am not here
If I was
you’d see me
If I was
I wouldn’t
be
so alone
I wouldn’t
be so
utterly
alone
and
lost
left behind
lost
and
left
behind
I am
a
ghost
how else
would
you
explain
my words
that fall
constantly
on
deaf
ears
I don’t
exist
I don’t
.
.
8/21/15
©Patti Keno
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2015 New Patti Keno Poetry writing
by pattikeno
It’s funny how these
words flow so
freely from
my pen
and write the things
I long to say
and write the things
I didn’t know
I wanted
to say
They break free
these feelings boiling
deep down inside of me
deep down
where I shove all
my pain
where I shove all
my rage
all my loneliness
all my desire
it bubbles up in
tiny poems
that spread across
the page
that fill notebooks
upon notebooks
it’s funny how these
words flow
so freely
from
my pen
when my words
get stuck in
my throat
when I try
to speak
and choke
me til
I bleed
it’s funny
how I can write
the words
that I can
never
say
.
8/21/15
©Patti Keno
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2015 New Patti Keno Poetry writing
by pattikeno
somehow I turn from you
and find myself longing
even more
for the touch of you
the feel of you
somehow I pull myself away
I pull myself apart
and ache
for the softness of your skin
the depth of your hand
the silence of your indignation
I ache in despair
at feelings
not there
feelings I feel
but you never will
I can fuss and scream
and ache and bawl
but there will never
be anything
between us
nothing but
the casual glance
of a lonesome friend
and the distance
so aching and vast
so desperate
so alone
I wait
for you
for anyone
to stop my
tears
to end me
5/16/05
©Patti Keno
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2005 Poetry writing
Invisible No More 