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Dylan Kennedy Poem
A million people just like me
All close, claustrophobic, strangers
I may not seem or look alone but I am
I am alone
Alone, alone, alone
Those words roaring in my head like a wild fire
I feel alone
All teenage girls like me
My mum in the woman's section
I miss her
My dad in the men's section
I miss him
And my brothers in the boy's section
I miss them
I am alone
I feel alone
I don't want to be alone
Alone, alone, alone...
Copyright © Dylan Kennedy | Year Posted 2014
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The Internet
Why must it be so destructive
It was made for connections
And making things easier
Now it's basically a life ejection
No way out
You're trapped
Everything you say
Everything you do
Forever in a database
always to be there
Haunting you
Judging you
More vulnerable
More exposed
For many it feels only one way out
They think it would be correct
Just take the blade across your neck
This is why you must think before you post
A future that had much hope
Taken because they couldn't cope
Now you see why I sent this message?
Copyright © Dylan Kennedy | Year Posted 2015
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Think of being called by a number
Being thought of as nothing
As they continue their slumber
You know they are eavesdropping
Think of being in the way of death
Waiting for your time
When you take your last breath
But have not caused a crime
Everyday I went to the fences
But I could not see without my lenses
Long hard days of manual labour
Had to burn my men for a favour
As I looked towards the dead
I look down with guilt, look down with dread
My eyes stung with the pain of lost ones
Now I realise my life is long gone
Copyright © Dylan Kennedy | Year Posted 2014
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My school
A disastrous place indeed
Where the kindest are hated
Where the monsters are loved
You have to be perfect
Perfect body
Perfect face
Perfect hair
Screw it
Who wants a world of the same people
Where one man is the same as the other
Where one woman is the same as the other
Where you are the same as your brother
Where your the same as your sister
Stop a second
Breathe in
Take a second to see the real you
A science geek ok
A maths genius it's fine
We were made to be different
It's fine
We don't want a world of clones
Where we all have the same bones
Where you are no significant to someone else
Where you are not you
You are them
They are you
My school
A school of fakes
A school of phoneys
A school where you have to be perfect
Where your nothing
I don't believe your the Same as another
Your all different in your own way
Take passion in yourself
Or you will be like
My school
Copyright © Dylan Kennedy | Year Posted 2014
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the death of me is but a whistle in the air
the whistle near but far
it is unpredictable
life as we know
does not really show
for the death of me is near
I hate it
I love it
im all above it
hating life is untrue
for you would not read this
you have a life don't lose it
you have a body don't bruise it
you have a family don't hurt it
Copyright © Dylan Kennedy | Year Posted 2014
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Well...
I'd never guess such a unclassical fate
Yet upon my endeavours
Walking among fallen feathers
Believing I'd make it to the greats
It's funny
Of course people would so simply say
No
Don't do it
It's not worth all this
But upon the internal screeching inside my ear
I can not hear it
The sound drowns out
And now I'll count...
1...2...3...4
I don't feel needed anymore
5...6...7...8
No I can't hear you, its far to late
9
10
I'm writing sloppy with this pen
Feel far too numb
Here I lay...
Upon the bed in which I was born
Oh here
Look here
It's my whole family
Crowding around
I blow out the candles
the air thickens with smoke
Where am I now?
Look it's mummy and daddy
Wait where's daddy going?
Where's daddy gone?
Is he ever coming back?
The floor falls from underneath me
I'm back in bed
My flesh upon my arms and legs are bleeding
But there is no sensation
What have I done?!
I shouldn't be here!
Doctor I'm okay
Please leave me to lay
My family have crowded around me again
My dad is here
Beside mum
Everyone's crying
The world around me dissipates
The light... I see it!
I'm going to it!
Goodbye mummy
Goodbye daddy
I'm happy now
But I am sad
I don't know what to do
I'm scared
Someone help
Ouch what is that?
It feels as though Zeus had struck me with his lightning bolt
There it goes again
Wait...
I'm back...
Hello family
I'm okay
There's no need to cry
I'm sorry for doing this
Forgive me
I'm sorry
I need my rest
I need to sleep
Goodnight
Copyright © Dylan Kennedy | Year Posted 2016
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Sweet little rose
Who wore boys clothes
Knew she was different
She was laughed at from her choices
And every night heard noises
Now there was this boy in school
Who thought he was so cool
Calling sweet little rose a queer
She wanted to disappear
She remembered the taunts made
Permanently in her brain
Hitting from side to side
There was no place to hide
So sweet little rose
Always called gross
She had too much soon
And went in the bathroom
The door locked
The tap ran
And the white tiles turned red
After that the bullies dread
Because every night they go to bed
Sweet little rose
Was the ghost
And haunted the last of the lot
And the moral of the story here is
It doesn't matter who you kiss
And if you was to diss
The ghosts of them hiss
Copyright © Dylan Kennedy | Year Posted 2014
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Ever looked through a window
Feeling unloved
Unwanted
When the world around you stops and darkens
And you feel completely alone
When you stand in the dark
Waiting for light
A light that will never shine
A light that will never travel
A light that is dead
Killed by the bullies
Killed by society
Stand up
Be proud of you accomplishments
Bullies are not great
They destroy your fate
Bullies are what are wrong with you
Your not
They will have no life
You will
But if the bullies destroy you too much
And you believe them as such
And you go through the rush
And you are gone
Your family will be broken
Life of others will change
The bullies will notice their mistake
Before you do something
Think
Think of the impact you can make
Think of the broken hearts you can cause
Suicide is not an easy way out
Its a heart killing way out
Copyright © Dylan Kennedy | Year Posted 2014
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Walking along
The road of life
A flowing song
A dull blunt knife
Dragging across
The flesh of sin
The sea of loss
The next of kin
My minds not right
It is not straight
It works in spite
Of my mental state
I need some help
I can not sleep
Nor be upheld
All I keep
And all I hold
Is to climb the steep
And to keep me bold
To help me rise
Umongst the saints
And keep my eyes
Above the waves
Copyright © Dylan Kennedy | Year Posted 2019
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