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I Am The Broken One

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I’m the type of kid who doesn’t belong here; I stick out like a sore thumb. They tried to fix me, didn’t work; now they are biting nails around me waiting to see how much I can stamp on these pages before I snap off for good. How much is enough to call enough is enough? I couldn’t control my past but observe how I sculpt my future. Fire-red is the new Blackness, these pages will go up in smoke. These pages are my playground.

This world didn’t break me, I was already broken. And the brick that was thrown through my window, I am holding onto as if it was my dream, because when the time is right, I will make this world swallow what people have done to me. Looks like The Evilness has raised its ugly face again, it’s all only bravado, I just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.  My sane-self is trapped on the other side, he sees all; tonight I will be your host and he will be my hostage. Welcome to the Alexander Kennedy Show!

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He’s going cuckoo again! Doctors stop the treatment, it’s the wrong diagnosis; I merely write better when I have my head in the clouds. Well, it does give new meaning to higher functioning!

My brain is an intricate web; make sure you don’t get tangled in the words I weave. I’m the type of writer who pretends he’s a spider, for one purpose; to spin the peace symbol around before I chomp down on a fly girl. As a writer you must know I can kill with only finger and a thumb. They say one man’s delusions are another man’s faith. Do not worry; I have faith within my delusions.

I have to beat life because I can’t cheat this death,

I say I feel fine but my heart has raised secrets,

I may be in deep rhyme as I’m sitting at my desk,

As every night I die because my mind can regress.

I’m morphing into a monster,

Everybody stand back!

This horror-show I’m applaud in,

Know I have the quickest-hand on this pad,

Stand back!!

i just wanted to become a writer … i’m sorry

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  1. Priscilla Bettis

    The “I” in this poem says so many things I’ve heard others say. It’s like an epidemic of not feeling normal, so much so that it’s normal to feel un-normal!

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    1. alexander87writer

      The saying “I feel like I am the only one in the entire world going through this.” Comes to mind. Un-normal would have been a more fitting title. 🙏🏻

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  2. Serena Marie

    Hi! I just came across your blog and it’s very interesting, in a – I’ll definitely be back to read more – sort of way. I love this line, and relate to it the most, “These pages are my playground.”

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    1. alexander87writer

      Thank you, Serena. You words are so kind. As soon as I post this comment, I am jumping over to your page to check out your word. All love.

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      1. Serena Marie

        Oh, thanks! There isn’t much there though. I just came back to WP after being away for almost 6 years, so no hurry, lol.

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