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An Epic Duet: The Beautiful, the Bad and the Pychotic – Part 2


Part 2 of the duet poem I wrote with my friend Just Patty! This is probably going to break the record of longest duet poem on WordPress lol! So brace yourself my friends! 😉

ROLL UP! ROLL UP! Tonight I and the beautiful and talented Just Patty will be bringing you another, yes another totally awesome, super spectacular, nowhere near normal poem…. And this time it’s personal. So hold on to your butts, close your mouths and widen those eyelids because tonight my sane friends we are taking over WordPress.com and perhaps tomorrow the world… And if we have time at the weekend Hell seems kind of fuzzy and warm this time of year.

So please like this post and then jump over to her page and like that as well and while you’re there have a browse around because we love to know we’re loved. http://petitemagique.wordpress.com/

Oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO http://youngadultfictionblog.com YOU ARE ONE YEAR OLD TODAY!!! PARTY!

PattyNew me

 

 

Alex –> https://youngadultfictionblog.com/

Just Patty–>http://petitemagique.wordpress.com/

The Beautiful, the Bad and the Psychotic

Part 2

Alex & Just Patty

I’m losing my train of thought,

I’m coming off the tracks,

My contaminating cause is lost,

When everything is turned to black,

But with the lights out, it’s less dangerous,

And with this god-like power of poetry,

I find out that we’re all brainless,

Poverty and loneliness, I can’t contain this,

My emotions now are purely naked,

My life is utterly shambolic and shameless.

Type over the moon and scribble out these stars,

Will write for food, can’t you see my rib bars?

I’m filling up on philosophical words,

Scoffing all this hurt; turn the oven up, the heat helps,

If lovers come they get burnt,

My words are the corruptors of worlds,

I’ll have you stuck in reverse,

A wondrously strung verse,

Understood, it’s understandably coheres,

My meaning means nothing if it’s not forced head first.

See through my eye of the blackest storm,

Can you hear that barking guard-dog?

I’m coming at you all as a dark horse or a shark with killer claws,

Putting your smiles to bed until your laughs lost,

Sanity, it won’t last long, so back off,

I have hacksaws, gasoline and a matchbox.

No light lives here,

Born to fight or disappear,

Wishing you were here,

Where history belittles me,

Cities sights within me,

Now I’m in open flight over the sides I fly,

Downwards I drive; gentle gravity has little interest in me.

The road to your destination

Is one hell of a bumpy ride

Keep pushing forward without hesitation

Even in the most darkest nights

The moon will guide your path

And the stars will lead the way

I find out that we aren’t all heartless

Love and kindness, you can do this

Your emotions are raw and defined

Your life is still a blank canvas

Paint a lullaby and travel a thousand journeys

Feed of courage, can you see the opportunities?

I’m dazzling with endless determination

Stop the bleeding, heal the bruises, the cold helps

Love will heal what words can’t

My letters are the center of reflection

I’ll get you in first gear

A verse written so sincere

Understanding can melt an iron heart

Love glues together whatever broke apart

See the road appear throughout the fog

Can you hear the serene calling?

Tame that wild horse, or let it break free

Sanity is overrated, creativity takes its toll

Fire can be put out with water, so go ahead

In the dark you can still fight

Even tell wrong from right

Where history lies behind me

The future is calling for me

So spread those wings and set yourself free

Even if it means living a life on the edge of sanity…

Now hit that like button…. Alex

 

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Letter to my Future Children


Hey kids, this Dad.

This is a letter to my future children; a small light upon my all darkness.

I want to tell you the story of my life before you were even born, so you know what I was like around the age you are now. First off, dad was a mental patient; the worst time of my life, I almost lost myself which could have reflected on you never being born. But I want you to know, you are my legacy! You will help our blood carry-on, as well as our family name “Kennedy” We have a creative gene within our family, if you do not have it, your children will.

But Dad was a player at one point in his life, he loved the ladies, yes I did. I was never this way inclined before, I couldn’t talk to women before, I missed that chunk of my life when I was mentally ill but I caught up and overtook all those that believe they could talk and dazzle the ladies. And I have loved some stunning women; some hurt me and some I left with the ache. But every one of them I did love. I have my feelings in the right place now and have tried to build bridges.

Now my writings, here we go, my words are all I have; they were all I really had. I write to make sure that when sunlight finally does blush upon your skin, you will not be born into poverty like me and my brothers & sisters were. I want you to know what life is, I don’t want you to be a spoilt brat like some children I see on movies and TV shows. I want you to work for things so you know about self-respect.

Now your Grandma, my mother, is the strongest person I know. She is my evils kryptonite, she backs it away with logic and riddles, the doctors stuck to a script and it didn’t work for me, but she saved my life. She has been through her own wars, which I can see in her eyes. Look after her; we don’t have many people like that on this planet. People are too hectic in nature; no one smells the roses anymore, unless their I-Phone 5 can squirt smells under their noses.

Now please don’t judge me through my writings, it’s my process to keep the voices and urges at bay. But I know I will be proud of you, I will write the most amazing things this world will ever imagine so that you can have the proper upbringing. I will not stop. Yes, I have a dream and there are certain things I would like, but I must work and fight for what I want; you must do the same.

I am not sure exactly sure why I am writing this, but this is just in case there is an accident and I am no longer Earth bound or I have lost it completely and there is no cure for my madness; if that is the case, do not come and visit me, I do not wish for you to see me in that state.

But I will continue to write for you, even if I die, I will send you secret scrolls from Heaven. But I will continue to write, continue to search for a literary agent and work for a life that will benefit you.

I will love you forever.

Dad

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