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Best Poems Written by Kern Elliott

Below are the all-time best Kern Elliott poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Ramblings of a Genius

I stroll through life, a passenger in my own body, without aim or purpose
My feet touch the ground but there’s no feeling, I’m numb to my senses only my consciousness remains
I’m lost on my journey, no path appears before me, though I search tirelessly for the hint of one
Days, months, years roll by and I’m stuck floating through life, annoyingly trapped in tedium

I try to make a choice but there are too my possibilities to select from, worse yet I lack a purpose
No drive, no zeal to push me forward, no waves to ride, so here I reside, wherever here may be
One might think me lucky to have endless possibilities, such capabilities, success assured
But with so many things to do and so little time to do them, I’m struck prioritizing, not doing

Parents often lie to their children saying “you can be whatever you want to be”, but that’s fallacy
You can only be what is within your capabilities, you can only achieve what your intellect will allow
Everyone is, or should be born with limitations, that which cannot be surpassed with effort
But as fate would have it, mine are non-existent, or simply outside the realm of human understanding

My potential, my intellect, has hindered my progress believe it or not, everything is such a bore
What do you do when you have the ability to do anything, yet no interest towards anything?
I try to take a step forward, but yet here I remain, still unfocused, though I lack nothing
A very perplexing and annoying problem, though I’ve from the beginning found the solution

It is quite simple really, so simple in fact that it would be overlooked by most
I will go against the norm, create my own path, and blaze a trail no one can or would think to follow
Instead of doing what I love to earn, I will earn so I can do what interests me, problem solved

Most will not understand or will misunderstand what I mean, but that’s fine
Since this is a problem only I have, arrogant as that may seem, a fact nonetheless
Though I’d prefer if you’d call me a narcissist, narcissism can be sexy after all
No need to take heed or even seek meaning, this is simply the ramblings of a genius

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Death By Love

I once knew what it feels like to lose myself in the fantasy that is Love
My thoughts would be filled only with her, her smile, her touch, her everything
I’d lose track of time staring at her and be satisfied that my eyes could drink in such beauty
My world revolved around her, without her it was reduced to nothingness
Such need would crush my heart when I try to fall asleep, knowing she’s not beside me

Ever heard of Love without heartache or wantonness without suffering?
We’ve created such a beautiful image of being in Love, that everyone becomes enticed
Seduced by the promise of utter bliss and heart-warming fulfilment
Never aware of the darkness that awaits to ensnare the ‘in Love’
Only able to focus on the illusion that our hearts create because of its need for affection
We lose ourselves, our common sense falls before the overwhelming strength of blind hope

Do we then flee from Love and retreat when attacked by its subtle madness?
Or do we face this cold reaper of hearts bravely with our hearts hiding behind shields of ice?
I say, whatever we do, Love like death will always find us; none is immune
We can only live life to the fullest until we are unlucky enough to fall victim to its fangs
Then we can only die slowly while its venom courses through our veins and invades our hearts

All in all, we’ll all die once or twice, maybe even a hundred times, at the hands of Love
But we live again, though only to die again and again; there’s no cure for Love after all
One thing keeps me hoping and fantasizing about the lighter, gentler side of Love
That Love will show me favour and allow me to die for someone who’ll die for me too

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Survival of a Broken Heart

I know now what I should’ve known before
I thought your withdrawal was to protect your delicate heart
I could’ve sworn your nonchalance was an act
Can’t believe you were actually my heart’s executioner

My heart nearly died by your hands but it survived
Indifference came to my defence and once again my heart froze
Love like life is survival of the fittest, though few survive
The heart can only be broken so many times before it’s irreparable

So then what does it benefit to place such fragility in harm’s way?
Is the temptation of being in love really so irresistible?
Picking up the pieces once again has taught me the essence of Love
A vicious incurable infection which deprives the mind of reason
And fills it with desire for an unreachable ideal long sought after

I have fallen prey to this disease, its touch decaying my heart
My once stable heart fell to pieces before my eyes
But through the intervention of indifference it regained its form
And once again it’s become icy cold and unmoved by emotion
Though you may think this sad and even pitiable
I will keep my heart on ice until I’m sure of its solidarity once again
This I’ve decided as a survivor of a broken heart

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Escape From the Abyss

I’ve been to the edge of the abyss, the deep dark dungeon that is love
I fell and kept falling, my heart continually being consumed by its emptiness
At times an enjoyable ride, as if floating on clouds of white, slowly blowing in the wind
Excitement would electrify my body, jolting me with its sweet, addictive sensations
A high so incredible and mind-blowing that I happily tossed sanity aside

But then the ride got rocky, dangerous, a life-threatening experience that tested my mettle
My mind tearing at the seams, slowly cracking under the undeniable force of wantonness
My body a lifeless mass of nothingness that was no longer under my control
No longer powered, running on fumes, its heart being tortured and crushed mercilessly
Oh, what a dreadful place it is, building you up just so knocking you down hurts more

Survival instinct kept me cloaked, pervading the darkness and its devices
I fought all its monsters, those voracious beasts that chomped at my dying existence
In the abyss I found a light, it was small and feeble, but a light nonetheless
I nurtured that starving ember with what remained of my tortured soul
Fed it my hopes, my dreams, every bit of positivity that survived Love’s massacre
It became a mighty flame, melted my shackles and I made my escape from the abyss