Kenneth cruz

Joined May 2021

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Thru the looking glass...
Reality shifts moment to moment... I swear I see something deeper beneath the surface... But can’t expose it.. So instead I hold it..
By Kenneth cruz4 years ago in Poets
Democracy Is Dead
Democracy is dead... Masked and terminated with a bullet to the head.. Silenced by a label of disinformation while its lies we are fed
By Kenneth cruz4 years ago in Poets
Open Window
The windows open Truth in hand Truth is you wouldn't understand The sun's burning too bright Your eyes can't withstand the light
By Kenneth cruz4 years ago in Poets
She doesn't want a simp..
She doesn’t want a simp She wants a beast Someone who will help her feast Someone who will conquer enemies Someone coveted like a lion or king
By Kenneth cruz4 years ago in Poets
Reminiscing...
Reminiscing has me feeling weak The mask makes it hard to speak Being a man makes it hard to weep Memories make it hard to proceed
By Kenneth cruz4 years ago in Poets
Why be a poet?
Why be a poet My skin isn’t of the raven So even with my best soliloquy I’ll never find safe haven I’ll never be invited to speak at an inauguration
By Kenneth cruz4 years ago in Poets
Misery
Sometimes I Wish I was dead An end of heartache To wake from this bed of mistakes Discovering a fresh first take A new pie to bake
By Kenneth cruz4 years ago in Poets
Good Vs Evil
Gods a knocking But I’m afraid to let him in I think Id rather let sin win Take her for another spin Feel my hair blowing in the wind
By Kenneth cruz4 years ago in Poets
Death By Chocolate Cake
The morning was cloudy and gray. The perfect type of morning to stay in bed and snuggle. It all felt perfect, from the silky pajamas embracing Amber's soft tight frame just the right way to the just warm enough thick gray quilt. Normally Amber would wake up coated in a thin film of sweat, not wanting to be touched. Today was different.
By Kenneth cruz4 years ago in Criminal
Crimson Waltz
Every night I dream the same dream Caught like a deer in headlights gleam, I want to scream But inside I lay inert, caught like a fly mummified in a web
By Kenneth cruz4 years ago in Poets
Darkness
Darkness engulfs me. I scramble for a torch but the winds are too strong. Flickers of light evade my sight. Leaving only macabre like endless dark halls.
By Kenneth cruz5 years ago in Poets