Kevin Patrick II Poems

This poem, is not a poem
But an SOS for you; the lonely and the lost
On the island of misfit toys
...

The rain
Cries in the dark
of a bible black sky
As a chill stirs, sweeping, autumns
...

So sweet, so polite your pure sugar and cyanide
a capsule marked compassion your cruelties certified
Your smile, your poise is just a manicured vice
A cosmetic act to hide your venomous disguise
...

I only feel beutiful
When I'm covered in the dark
And no light can ever pierce
The serenity of my scars
...

This is the end
And I don't no where it began
Somewhere down the line, it unraveled in a mess
now the stories been lost under
...

She took me on a ride on the gothic express
Raven hair Madonna in Wednesday night dress
Lips of pure midnight from sorrows snow white
Dragging my desires in her plight of delight
...

Frost bites
The windowpanes
Coating frail glass with ice
A chill seeps through the livingroom
...

I can't hide when midnights knocking at the door
And I can't scream on the ledge of another cold war
The times are changing and the kids aren't alright
The next generation's underneath a land slide
...

I only want you...
When your not here
but when you are here
I can't be near you
...

Pass the third baseball diamond
at legions park
Along the bike path towards
The civic complex
...