Another poem about the silent boy. I have a lot of them. He really broke my heart. I used that heartbreak to write my first novel: ‘A Murder of One’ by Patti Keno. It’s available on Amazon.
Day 12: Remember – June 18th, 2001
I have a lot of poems dedicated to ‘the silent boy’, my first and so far only “real” love. This was written about 6 years after he left my life. (I hesitate to say broke up because we never really did break up. I guess it was a gradual ghosting) It’s now almost 30 years later and this poem still rings true. I doubt I will ever get over him.
Also using this pic of Orion is super sad considering what happened to him in my machinima.
I’m going to be sharing a poem from my past each day using the wonderful, beautiful scenery from the Sims 4 as a back drop.
Bleeding Silence – 6/14/96
Dedicated to my first & only love (JB).
This is late because I wanted to create new sims for it & I spent hours creating them. They’ll be up in the gallery soon. My Id is: flowur
Base Game & Grunge Revival Kit only.
Blind – Date Unknown (late 90s-early 00s)
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who is this?
who is this
that I am
it is not me
speaking this way
walking this walk
living this life
loving this man
I’m not who you
think I am
I’m me
not this person
that you see
who is that
it isn’t me
brushing my hair
dressing my body
I am not there
you are not talking
to me
who is it?
oh my God…
.
it’s me
.
.
10/5/95
©Patti Keno
gender
I am woman
my feminine display
is carefully hidden
it’s tucked away
fearing innocence lost
hidden forever
what is the cost?
losing myself?
I’m already lost
moving onward
so afraid
never knowing exactly
where my innocence
is laid
moving onward
moving fast
knowing my innocence
my false masculinity
will
never
last
.
.
.
6/6/96
©Patti Keno
tidal wave
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
Invisible No More 