Invisible No More

my love affair with words

A Murder of One

Don’t forget to order your copy of my book A Murder of One​
It’s available now on Amazon, paperback and Kindle versions available. Or Contact me for an autographed copy. There is an excerpt from my next book tentatively titled: Shattered with a hopeful end of May release date.
http://www.amazon.com/A-Murder-One-Patti-Keno/dp/0692388338/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1430244059&sr=1-1

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I lost another one today

my heart broke again today
wanting and waiting and wasting away
Another moment lost
another tear to fall
he could have changed my life
he could have rocked my world
waiting and wanting and wasting away
lost once more on the sea
of yesterdays past
of people lost
moments gone
disappeared
they glare in front of me
making me ache
making my heart break
over and over again
i just want to hide
i just want to hide away
and lose myself
i just want to be lost
lost again
i don’t want to see
i don’t want to see
what i know I can NEVER have
what i know i can NEVER be
i don’t want to see
waiting and wanting and wasting away
i lost another one today
i lost another one today
whimper want or whisper stay
i lost another one today

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03/29/04
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©Patti Keno

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“whimper want or whisper stay” is a line by Shane Murphy

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Fin

i miss you

my disappearing

boy

my mysterious

stranger

the other

half

to my

whole

i miss your

words

their shimmering

silence

leaves a gaping

wound

i ache for you

even though

we never

met

my disappearing

boy

why did you

disappear?

.

1/3/15

©Patti Keno

To:SMM

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frozen

frozen

I’m caught

in your ice

blue eyes

in your dark

brown hair

in your sweet

caress

in your angry

glare

frozen

I am aching

and so unaware

that you’ll be

gone too soon

and never

will I have

made my

move

because I

am frozen

 .

 .

4/17/98

pik

©Patti Keno

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Hair Cut

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

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Jim W.

It’s been so long since I’ve thought of you

          (Am I forgetting?)

It’s been so long since I said your name aloud

          (Do I still know it?)

It’s been so long since I laughed with you

          (Am I losing it?)

It’s been so long since I cried

          (Am I growing up?)

It’s been so long since I heard your voice

          (Do I hear it now?)

          Only echoes from the past

          If you are here you are silent

          If you are here you are loved

                             I love you

                                forever

                                                          7-17-93

                                                    ©Patti Keno

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I cannot let him go

I feel as though he is slipping away

I cannot let him go

Everyday his memory seems to fade

I must remember

I cannot let his memory leave

I cannot let him go

It seems as though he will wink

out like a candle

Never to be remembered

I cannot let him go

                                                          7-6-93

                                                        ©Patti Keno

 

Dedicated in loving memory of Jim W.  Known only as Uncle Jimmy to me.  In hopes that he will never be forgotten.     James Joseph Wutka  1-13-57–11-30-89

 

 

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swallowing back my tears
I search for you
I reach for you
I ache for you
search – reach – ache
I scream for you
whimper want or whisper stay
you are gone
and I miss you
I miss your words
your beauty
your love
one song is all I have
one song
to hear your voice
one photo
to see your face
every night I am the detective
trying to put together
the puzzle
of you

8/5/11

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back to sad

it’s all going back to sad

my knees are made of glass

I cannot bow before you

I cannot genuflect

for fear that they will shatter

it’s all going back to sad

my head is full of sand

a dead weight hanging there

nothing Inside

too numb to care

too scared to watch you die

instead I stay so far away

and hope you feel my love

it’s all going back to sad

and nothing can stop it

I’m losing my ignorant high

spending my days hidden away

in the room with unlocked doors

and spirits of it’s own

my knees are made of glass

and I cannot run from you

I cannot run from this

in fear that they will shatter

my knees are made of glass today

my knees are made

of glass

it’s all going back to sad

08/29/01

pik

© Patti Keno

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