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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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The Beautiful, the Bad and the Psychotic – Alex & Just Patty


Part 1 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! 😉

Welcome fellow travellers and readers. I am here to show you a world within the one you live upon, with a little help from my friend Patty! Patty operates her own world via her blog (description/link below) she is a writer beyond words in my eyes and I hope you enjoy our talents when they collide one-another. I say you stop reading my work and go over to hers and gaze upon amazement at http://petitemagique.wordpress.com/

So these poems have been in the works for quite some time now and I promise all who read these epic poems the deepest reaches of one’s soul. So click on the like and the follows buttons and strap yourselves in for the longest poetry debut from Alex and Patty on WordPress.com!

PattyAlex Kennedy Creative Writer

 

Alex –> https://youngadultfictionblog.com/

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

The Beautiful, the Bad and the Psychotic

Part 1

Alex & Just Patty

My life has gone too far,

A nice new start,

A wiped clean slate,

A white clear page,

I had to touch it and muck it up,

Can’t fight fear with fate.

My emotions are intangible,

Inflammable oceans ferociously,

Force me at such velocity,

To cause harm or go to sleep,

I’ve lost my calm now I have been tossed out on the streets.

Mark my words this is hell I’m living in,

My dark clouds are circling the ceiling,

A problem child that no one is dealing with,

I am a wild flower which grows in the shadows of a kiss.

These words are my own,

Geronimo, I will die alone,

A cannonball, I can’t fly no more,

An animal, what do I fight for when the fight has gone?

You and I know,

This is not a suicide note,

But if your eyes caught, a mere glimpse,

Of a pure light wrote,

Then my job here is done,

For your time and hope.

Your life has just begun

A new day’s dawn

A beautiful opportunity

A fresh untouched chance

There will always be a tomorrow

To fight fear, courage is the key

Untangle the mess inside

Chains that hold you furiously

Without a sense of empathy

Invading dreams or keep you up

Out there, at least you will be able to breathe

You are the one holding yourself back

Clear the air so you can survive

A problem is only a problem before you deal with it

Wild flowers grow strong on barren land

Words can a heart turn into stone

But no one is ever truly alone

A bullet, reserved for thoughts hunting you

A different chosen path, would you dare?

You and I know

Only the strong know how to cope

So if you look up, and you will catch

A glimpse of what can be

Hope grows on light

But those living in the dark

Can never see…

 

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