Brayden R. Kennedy

Brayden R. Kennedy Poems

The old woman sat alone in her ancient chair,
Gently rocking with the breeze.
Her mind elsewhere in a distant time.
A time when the demons of age were unbeknownst to her.
...

I write these words, unsure of how they'll be received.
These words are my confession.
I cannot hide the truth any more.
My foolish heart bursts with fear and doubt.
...

What is beauty in a sense?
Who can declare the standards of beauty?
Is it universal?
Or is it exclusive to a personal point of view?
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There are many questions we are born to ask.
Is our life our life to live?
What does it mean to live in the first place?
Why are we deserving to be on God's Earth?
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I have hid behind a wall of anonymity
I shall hide behind no more.
I have told you sweet nothings
Without taking any credit.
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To have seen her ebony skin,
Would be a treat for the purest of men.
With eyes of night,
And hair of dark,
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O demons of my mind,
I write to thank thee.
For tho thy might hurt me
And tho you may force my poor soul confined,
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I sit here on my broken throne of ash
I think of all my egregious sins.
All the times I was too brash.
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When was the last time you went outside?
When was the last time you saw your friends,
Your family?
When was the last time you called them
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Brayden R. Kennedy Biography

Brayden R. Kennedy (2000-) is a Texas area amateur poet known for his mediocre love poems, and kinda okay looks into the depressed human state. BACKSTORY: After returning from the war, Kennedy fell into a deep depression. While recovering in his home, Kennedy worked on his first poetry book, 'The Man Behind the Glass.' It was released to a great reception, selling five copies in his neighborhood. Since then, Kennedy has focused on writing romantic poetry for a girl he has no shot with. IMPACT: The overall impact Kennedy has had so far in his short career is astonishing. He has given $5 to charity. He has also loaned his dead beat 6 year old nephew $1, but still, he hasn't repaid him. What a sick individual. I mean, what's that kid gonna do when he grows up? I mean, I- er, he doesn't really need $1, but still, it's the principle of the whole thing!)

The Best Poem Of Brayden R. Kennedy

The Old Woman

The old woman sat alone in her ancient chair,
Gently rocking with the breeze.
Her mind elsewhere in a distant time.
A time when the demons of age were unbeknownst to her.
A time when the pleasant presence of youth was a
Mainstay of life.
The memory danced around her mind vividly.
The joy of being alive rang through the walls of her mind.
The memory became more and more clear,
As the emotions grew more profoundly.
A smile came to the aged face.
Wait, that can't be right…
The memory stood still.
The woman stayed in a confused state.
The wicked sands of time broke through the peace and solitude.
A wave of pained and unintentional realization
Shook the woman to her core.
Yet, as soon as the wave rolled past,
A blissful ignorance replaced any recollection of the memory.
The old woman returned to her steady rockin,
Unaware of the shame that had just occurred.
Time claimed yet another trophy.

Brayden R. Kennedy Comments

Brayden R. Kennedy Quotes

'If you wanna make the world a better place, just look at yourself and give up.' -Confucius

I'm not gay, okay? I like girls. I don't like guys.

'Monkeys, are bad ass.'

The only thing more natural than Death and Childbirth is the inevitable heartbreak of a fool

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