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28 Aug

I am happy for someone,

who necessarily doesn’t care about me.

I am proud of something that doesn’t really pertain to me.

I am befuddled about things-

Expressions; Content; Free

 

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Untitled 3

28 Aug

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My love doesn’t stop

when the ink flow

leaves my vengeful pen.

Nor does it wrinkle

when you seem to never give in

to me….

My love doesn’t stop

when I’m tired of it-

tired of you.

Nor will it diminish

the thoughts I’ve had of you

for so long…

My love will grow

in our madness-

passionate seed.

It will flourish

beneath the Tuscan sea of love…

that is you.

This ridiculous ramble

is all that I’ve got inside

to show you that I –

adore you

it’s true.

My heart is bleeding

for you

though you can see

so nonchalant

you break my troubled mind

and force my emotions

then leave.

It’s funny how abruptly

love, or any relationship

for that matter can end.

Has there ever been a time

where love a was a hot glue gun

to you the unknowing child?

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Similarity

28 Aug

Similarity

 

Belief & truth.

Not always the same.

Offender” & criminals.

Always to blame?

The hand that feeds you-

Does not essentially nurture.

Truth in life?

None, or frankly obscure.

Hope & faith?

Similar at best.

Certainty in reason?

Give it a rest.

 

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

This Grocery Sucks

27 Aug

Kurt Rees

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I’m waiting in line at the grocery,
and some jerk cut in front of me.

They smile with a shit look,
“I only have a few items,
you don’t mind, do you?”

It actually is a few items,
and I let it go this time.
I am having a good day,
and I won’t let this jerk ruin it.

I finally get to the register.
The girl working it is so young,
and looks to still be in high school.
She has tats running up both arms.
“Pretty nice day, isn’t it?”
She looks at me and nods with approval.
She is letting her teenage, angsty arms
speak for her today.

I pay her and walk away,
wondering what parent
would allow that young of a daughter
get permanent tattoos.

As I walk out the door
I hear a kid tell his mom to,
“Fuck off.”
My mouth dropped.
I…

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The Winner

27 Aug

Kurt Rees

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I was watching
TV today and noticed
a beauty queen on the news.
She won the competition
and there were forty nine losers.
The winner gets called
and she talks about her new book.
The book talks about success.
The girl says that she has been
competing for well over ten years
and that her positive attitude helped her win.

What I want to see
are the forty nine losers
that spent the last ten years competing
and lost.
I want to hear how they deal with the
rejection.
Do they slip into drugs or give up on life?
Nobody in America wants to hear about
the loser.
America has always loved the winner
and what they have to say,
even if that winner isn’t articulate in the way
they speak.
It’s too bad that nobody teaches the loser
how to overcome failure.

It’s not taught
by our churches, schools…

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