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Let's Play Pretend

Let's play pretend 
Pretend you are the hero and I am the damsel in depression 

You sold me a magic future you'd crafted out of fool's gold
And I fell into the shimmer 
A siren song in rough seas and
 I sang merrily we fall

What adventure novels did I neglect 
While chasing a happily ever after lie
Though you were a tragedy in your own right 

You were a rum drunk pirate 
On a pain soaked ship
And I haven't the heart to call you a villan

I should have known 
when you said you didn't read much
That you'd be the chapter I wish I could tear out 
page by page
And burn like witchcraft 
Turn your memory to smoke and ash 

The boy who would not grow up
And the girl who could not make him

I forced you to see your reflection though
Not in a rippled tide pool 
But exactly as it was
And you could not hide from yourself then

Let's pretend I'm the fairy godmother 
and I'll grant you this one year to the midnight 
Tell me
Did you think I'd ever find the courage to leave? 

Let's pretend 
You never said the things you did
And I never cried behind a steering wheel 
Trapped screaming prayers to St. Anthony 
To find the me I lost chasing you

Let's pretend 
I didn't instead find silver spoons in snowboard boots
Or empty liquor bottles in full laundry baskets
Or the patience before I lost it and transformed as though by dark magic into someone spiteful 

Let's pretend 
I never wanted to make you hurt
The way you made me hurt
And let's pretend I never tried.

Let's pretend 
That water is not vodka
And that I am not as stupid as you made me feel

Let's pretend 
Like the time you shoved me into the wall was the only time you were a rough sea to me and it was only because you were weather worn

Let's pretend 
I was in love with you 
and not the role you wrote for yourself before I found out your true character 

Let's pretend 
We aren't as complicated as we are 
And in my story you can be a sick evil pirate
And in your story I can be a vile gypsy witch
And in our story we are just sad, frustrated kids, 
In a dark love,
In over our heads,
No breadcrumbs to lead us out,
In a Grimm fairytale
Made for morals
Not happily ever after


Copyright © KC Kennings | Year Posted 2021

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In Parts

You can not love someone in parts
It is not fair to judge 
the worst of someone new
against the best of someone in your past
And darling, that includes yourself 

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12 Steps

Step 1: Admitted we were powerless and that our lives had become unmanageable.
But I admitted that long before your lips knew my name.
I shook hands with the darkness and deals had already been made. 

Step 2: Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.
By that point it was easy to see that I believed even a 12 watt light bulb burnt out still held more power than I did

Step 3: Prayed to any God that would listen and hoped they checked their voice-mail regularly. 

Step 4: Pieced together the butterfly wings and dimes from dark alleyways. Pinned red string between the people we used to be and these more recent newspaper clippings.

Step 5: Admitted to the 12 watt light bulb, to ourselves, and to the only other person we could trust the depths of our confessional. 
I watched her lips entranced as they moved in the mirror.

Step 6: Said enough. I dug out old running shoes and stole your shoe laces. The ones they wouldn't let you have beyond the locked white doors. 

Step 7: I humbly asked the 12 watt light bulb to go off over my head for 's sake just once. 

Step 8: They told me you made a list of all those you'd harmed. I wonder how many times you wrote my name, and at which point you finally wrote yours.

Step 9: I guess you didn't make it this far because my voice-mail still sits silent.

Step 10: I laced up those shoes and ran. Fast and Far. Kept taking Step after Step until my ribs screamed for air and I could finally laugh again. 

Step 11: I changed out that 12 Watt for one that glows steady. 

Step 12:  I bask in the glow of the new light without the fear of the darkness I outran. The closet monsters can't touch me now. No darkness is more frightening than my own, and deals have already been made.

Copyright © KC Kennings | Year Posted 2021

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When I was 19 years old
I collapsed on my twin size collegiate bed
With my head in my hands
And I sobbed
Because for the first time in my shallow existence 
My carefully curated victim complex was shattered 
And I realized 
Was not a good person

Cross my heart and hope to die
Because I chose to screw my face in a permanent sneer at anyone who dared to get to close for my comfort zone

I wore my pain like armor 
Without realizing 
was heavy ...

And the walls I put up became my isolation chamber

And in a crowd of friends I was alone
Pity party for 1

And we can pit past against past
And play the world's longest game of
Who had it worse
And I though I was self-assured the gold medal in one-up-manship

But I was just smothering daisies 
Trying desperately to grow in the black tar cracks in my heart 

Running from sunshine

Still believing I'd find someone to be my light in the darkness I loved

As though it wasn't horrendously selfish
To expect my poor unfortunate soulmate to be the crutch I was hell bound to crush 

As though I could keep extinguishing the lights of others because I wanted my nights blackest black

Because life's colors hurt my eyes

Because the pain was comfortable when it was bottled up and binge drank like moonshine

I had become the world's best extinguisher 
Sour-faced joy-sucker
Begging for a light in my darkness 
Then snuffing it out again and again 
Always expecting someone else to 
Re-light it

And I'm here selling my soul to this microphone because I know I'm not the only professional extinguisher 
And it takes one to know one

So if you find yourself 
On a twin-sized bed with your head in your hands sobbing

That dark
 will always lead to dawn
And you can learn to love yourself with the lights on

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Why can't I exist 
Without feeling guilty for
the space I take up?

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This Land is Your Land but with a Quarter Life Crisis

This life is my life
Why is this my life
So I shout YOLO 
Maybe I'll try van life
Cause escapism
And romanticizing 
Are all that's really driving me

And maybe one day
I'll really do it
I'll quit my job and
I'll get right to it
Because they told me
That time is money 
So right now I'm rich as I can be

Copyright © KC Kennings | Year Posted 2021

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My Country Tis of Thee but Relatable

I have anxiety 
I can't sit quietly 
Inside my brain

Cause part of it is fried
And part of me has died
I said "I'm fine" I lied
I am in pain

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On Content Warnings

There are some poems we are just not ready to write
The wound is still too fresh for us to take notes from the light of it
And our pencil tips aren't sharp enough to stitch us up just yet

When we spill our sins in ink
We pray with stained hands
Leave indigo fingerprints saying this is who I am,
who I have been,
and every me I can become

I was told that as a wordsmith
My job was simply this
Take every human experience
Sum it up with pretty syllables
Paint vibrant pictures in black and white
And at the end of the night
You'll be paid in the stories others give you in exchange for your own
And it will be worth more than gold to you

But there are some stories we are just not ready to tell.
And perhaps that's the reason I have developed a nasty habit of redacting every dictionary I've met
Permanent marker scratching out the words "guilt" and "shame" until they bleed black like the only four letter word I can't even read

There are some poems I can't bring myself to recite
Because when I spilled my pain on those pages it was to realse the breath I've been holding since 19
And to take to a stage and
Sum it up with pretty syllables
Paint vibrant pictures in black and white
Does not yield golden stories
Those words take flight from my mouth like moths 
stirring up settled dust

Have you ever seen the way a four letter word can desaturate a vibrant smile
I've watched women turn to ghosts as they phantom fade into their seats and the life leaves their eyes as they battle back pasts violently brought present without warning

But even if I did adequately announce the nature of the content
it's not like I've done them any favors,
Because standing up to retreat is as good as a confessional of that secret held pain barely worthy of being kept by loved ones let alone strangers
Quietly putting on their masks so others won't see the way they bite the inside of their cheeks until they taste like my 2 cents

Count the stories on that building
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Find something Red
Purple is always the hardest

5 things I see
4 things I hear
3 things I feel 

Come back!
Screaming inside while trying to maintain an otherwise calm demeanor.
Locked out of my lovely night
Flipping through a set of grounding technique keys trying to remember which one unlocks my "safe calm place"
Blank face counting my way back to the present.

Because there are some poems I was just not ready to hear.

Copyright © KC Kennings | Year Posted 2021

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Do not speak to me of freedoms lost
Until you have watched
A mother drop to her knees
And scream so loud
it comes out silent 
And it is deafening 
Because even though there is no breath 
Left in her to carry the sound 
Everything decibel of her grief 
wraps itself around your throat 
as you try desperately to remain serene 
Knowing after that door is closed 
Your news delivered 
She will stare into a dark closet for hours
Wishing she could protect her baby 
from the monsters out here as easily as the ones in there.

Copyright © KC Kennings | Year Posted 2021

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America the Beautiful but with Millennial Angst

Oh dutiful, foreboding debt 
That I know I must pay 

For education I must get
To pad my resume 

And yet I feel like I've been robbed
For now it sadly seems

That I can barely get a job
Let alone one of my dreams

Copyright © KC Kennings | Year Posted 2021