by pattikeno
I wait here in this
heat
so silent so
unbearable
I wait and
I retract
I recoil
I step back
you stifle me
with your eyes
speechless
i lose everything
i worked
so hard
to gain
I try to contain
to elliviate
the ache
this silence
that echoes past
my refrain
and ends well into
my chorus
I wait
I retract
I dissolve
I disappear
waiting here
for you
5.17.01
Pik
©Patti Keno
2001 Poetry the silent boy
by pattikeno
and you are moving too fast
you silence my heart
from crying out
and you are moving too hard
I can’t feel my feet
the night is so cold
and you are breaking me down
bending me in two
swallowing my heart
and you are taking it all away
leaving me with nothing
I’m not ready to be alone
and you are leaving me again
the same as before
just like everyone
just like
everyone
and you are leaving without
a single word
you are gone
and you are gone
and you are gone
and you are gone
and you are gone
and you are gone
and you are gone
and you are gone
and
you
are
gone
pik
2/13/03
©Patti Keno
2003 Poetry the cinnamon boy the silent boy
by pattikeno
eyes are burning
from the endless
nights
laying awake
–
and waiting
–
I am filled
with desire
for something
unknown
–
and unwanted
–
I ache
alone
filled with
remorse
–
and regret
–
I long and
I long
with this
intense desire
–
and wanton lust
–
I long for
something
anything
that can put out
–
this
fire
–
but I never
know what
it is I ache
for
–
–
3/6/00
pik
©Patti Keno
2000 Poetry the longing hand
by pattikeno
Ah! to crumble me
to break me down in pieces
as I stand before you
begging for freedom
what joy can be found
in watching me fall
–
Ah! to shatter me
to shard me into pieces
and watch in pure joy
as I glitter to the floor
in front of you
what rush can be found
in watching me
writhe on the ground
at your feet
–
what joy
what utter joy
can be derived
from crushing me
with your look
you laugh as you watch me
flinch away from your hand
as you raise it
to touch your face
–
Ah! to destroy me
to completely disintegrate me
as I stand before you
begging for your love
your approval
–
what pleasure can be found there
what power can be derived
from making me fall
from watching me fall
down to worship at your feet
–
Ah! to bleed me
to bleed me completely dry
–
–
–
I hate the control you have over me
12/06/01
pik
©Patti Keno
2001 Poetry
by pattikeno
you take me and reduce me with your eyes
you diminish my soul with one single look
one glance from you and my life is over
my life is meaningless
you make me feel that i am drowning
in the looks that you give to me
and i am reduced to nothing
and life is meaningless
and now you’re gone and i am alone
and there’s nothing left to live for
and without you i am nothing
i am reduced to nothing
and life is meaningless
with you i am reduced
without you i am reduced
you reduce me
and my life is meaningless
with you
and my life is meaningless
without you
you reduce me
10/10/02
©Patti Keno
2002 Poetry the cinnamon boy
by pattikeno
This desperate desire
for something more
than what is
for something more then what was
taking your hand
and grasping that chunk of hair
that you cut
thinking of all the days it knew
you rub your head
so short now
your head so light
should be easier to think
but then the headache sets in
and you lose your concentration
you lose the silence you
tried to commit to memory
and the voices close in
and the memories rise
to swallow you
in a volcano of emotion
leaving behind nothing
but ash
nothing but a hollow hole
where you once stood
Vesuvius all over again
volcanic eruptions swallow you
in their hot molten lava flow
and you are burnt
nothing but ashes
nothing but ashes and hair
5.29.1
©Patti Keno
2001 Poetry the longing hand