Kenneth cruz

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Fade to Black..
Bitter burning scorching my innards. Light piercing my eyes, blurry vision, I’m falling, watching concrete rush at me. Aching head as my surroundings turn into a red sea, my nostrils swim in the stench of rusty blood, urine, vomit and bile.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Consumer
Cursed to consume Only when I’m spending am I worthy Never rest or escape the rat race Slaving to corporate America, working long days to pay their way
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Every 40 Seconds…
Raindrops beat away on my windshield. The rhythm of their pitter patter hypnotizes me, and brings me back to that night. I take another long burning swig from the Vodka filled thermos with a single tear snaking down my eye.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Fiction
The Beauty Of A Breeze
The beauty of a breeze invisible to sight, except for swaying shrubs and the rustling of leaves. Your soft essence washes over me with ease, bringing such delight, tickling my face, your gust hits me like a kiss and leaves me amazed, as my every worry you erase, then almost flirtatiously you motion to me with the trees.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Grandma’s House
Gritty cold hardwood planks hurt my knees and ankles as I crawl around. Bleach meets coffee, while Spanish spices and fragrances of fresh laundry dance in the foreground, they tickle my nostrils fighting for dominance, simultaneously creating a unique scent that one would have to smell.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
The Time I Almost Drowned
Chlorine fills my nostrils, burning bleach scorching the innards of my nose Clawing at cold waters, fingers turning numb now, shriveled like prunes, my arms ache as they flail to no avail
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Deflower…
White satin sheets now painted crimson red like a murder scene Our pungent heavy aromatic scent looms hanging in the air, as if we were committing our dead endlessly; again and again
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Torrential Tears
Raindrops fall like a lovers tongue, tickling and dancing on my skin Thunder roars pillaging my ears like it was committing a sin.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Sensory Suffusion- Lost in You
Your beauty burned and seared my eyes like a scorching torch, leaving me blind to others. Your voice etched in my mind, an enchanting hypnotic melody that plays on repeat, and weaves me into its web, echoing like a love spell cast again and again.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Insomnia…
Exhausted, but I don’t sleep… There’s to much to do… My mind wanders and taunts me, like a pebble in one’s shoe.. A task here, a task there…
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Philosophical Musings: A Journey Of the Mind, A Vessel Of Paradoxes
If Buddha said “The mind is everything, what you think you become.”, and René Descartes said “I think, therefore I am”, but Socrates said “The only true wisdom is knowing you know nothing.” then is my mind but an empty vessel.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Stardust Serenade
She reached up to the night and embraced the heavens. Kissed the sky and asked God why. She couldn't find a love worthy of her spirit so divine.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets