Kynthia Rosgeal Poems

After all
A man is a man, and if he isn't, he is nothing
it's supposed to be sage advice
it is supposed to make one feel like accomplishing something
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Sitting quietly in the corner
'he's a strange one that boy'
'why doesn't he go outside? Books aren't proper for a boy'
'He needs to be in the scouts'.
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As if I really needed a new definition of clumsy
our faces slowly crawl towards each other
each juking and jiving like ace fighter pilots
in a dogfight for life.
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Her hands, rough, cold and hard
Her eyes, a far away and crazy look
her mouth, twisted in a parody of seduction
i hate my body
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In the dark recesses of his mind
he creeps in on himself
He sees her lying there, and although they have made peace
He wants to kill her this time
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To a friend, who is no longer alive.
(Gray Hankie I'll always love you)

Hey bud
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Light, diffuse, soft and warm
enters my barely open eyes
I smell grass and feel breeze
soft, gently blowing a hair loose
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Coke, heroin, pot, benzedrine and alcohol
And don't forget the sex, oh no. cant forget that.
What was I thinking? Oh yeah, that's right,
crush the life out of this deviant (deleted)
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Two hearts, beating strong.
Wasichu, your culture, your heritage
only allows binary definitions
so to you I can only be one, or the other
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When I open my eyes for the first time
I want to see everything
All of it, good, bad, indifferent
because, I went for far too long with
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