A Glimpse Inside my Soul

The World Painted in Irony

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Thu, 02 Jun 2011 01:03:00 +0000

The World Painted in Irony

I look at this world and I can’t help but wonder

What

Or where

It will be in 20 years

Never mind climate change

What about the countries?

Will they all still exist?

I doubt it

What will America be like?

With public education and the economy crashing

Will our democracy still run?

We in America have the most freedom

Or at least that’s what some say

It’s probably true

But we gave up stability

That is the truth

Can we have both?

Perhaps

Enough on that subject

Consider this question

Why is it when the economy crashes

And lives are ruined

Beyond repair

That those responsible get millions

While our nest eggs are gone

Yet when we chose

As capable adults

To partake in the simple pleasure that is cannabis

We get twenty years in prison?

Is that real freedom?

Pumpkin Pie

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 02 Oct 2010 00:36:00 +0000

Oh how I love you
Oh how I crave you
Your beauty so divine
Oh how lucky I am that you're mine
If eating you is a crime
That's perfectly fine
For you I would gladly
do a dime
In fact
If I couldn't have you
I may as well die
Oh how I love you
My sweet pumpkin pie

Scribd

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Fri, 01 Oct 2010 19:10:00 +0000

Scribd

You can write, you can share

You can read, you can swear

You can upload, you can download

You can learn, you can laugh

You can insult, you can love

You can rate, you can discuss

You can buy, you can sell

You can rant, you can rave

You can review, you can encourage

You can motivate, you can inspire

You can mold, you can shape

You can subscribe, you can derive

You can joke, you can vent

You can describe, you can tag

You can find yourself amazed

With so many options

What will you do on Scribd?

Facebook

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Thu, 30 Sep 2010 04:48:00 +0000

Facebook

Dam you facebook

With all your apps and features

I spend hours on you

Not trying to find friends, teachers or relatives

But playing your stupid, addicting games

Dam I farkled

Reading useless notes

Taking your mindless quizzes

Posting messages on my friends’ walls

Facebook

Oh facebook

I cry at my screen

For my high score has been beaten

I am no longer supreme

College student

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Tue, 28 Sep 2010 03:06:00 +0000

They party all night and then go to class
When I'd be too drunk to get off my ass
They put their thoughts down
Then fall to the ground
Because last night they were drunk and got in a funk
They were too slaushed to walk
Let alone talk
This is the life of some college students
Although certainly not the ones that are prudent

Live

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Mon, 27 Sep 2010 01:35:00 +0000

Life's unfair
but you must dare
dare to dream
dare to laugh
dare to challenge convention
oh, and did I mention
strike back against injustice
keep wrong and right in mind
as you take back what time has taken
the moral of the story?
live for today
plan for tomorrow
but don't forget yesterday

Villanelle

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 22:07:00 +0000

Time

You are always there yet never seen,
Sometimes hard, sometimes good,
There is never enough of you.

At school I wait anxiously for you to pass,
At home I pray that you will last,
You are always there yet never seen.

I live by your guidelines,
Rushing to meet your deadlines,
There is never enough of you.

You heal wounds and mend broken hearts,
Only you know the outcome of life before it starts,
You are always there yet never seen.

I sleep and wake by your standards,
You have created a universe of grandeur,
There is never enough of you.

You seem to go faster as the years go by,
Never stopping to say good-bye,
You are always there yet never seen,
There is never enough of you.

Time

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 22:06:00 +0000

Time

Time is something we can not see
Yet we are always wondering where it went
We never have enough
We live by its parameters
Always running out of it
It is the scale by witch the length of one's life is measured
Time is an intangible thing
Yet some people are said too much on their hands
The law's worst enemy
Keeping justice at bay
A collector's best friend
Increasing the value of their beloved possessions
Healing wounds
Making pain cease
One day the world will end
But time will never stop

Soldiers

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 22:06:00 +0000

Soldiers

My life is a war in which I am the Soldiers
My battlefield, my mind
The enemy, my emotions
I have lost many battles
With many yet come
My path through life
Sherman’s March
I destroy everything my enemy has
Engage myself in “total war”
A never ending war
But still I maintain the fight
I call upon my army
I rally my soldiers to death
And I repeat this process
Until there is no one left

Ode to a Hundred Dollar Bill

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 22:05:00 +0000

3/1/07

Ode to a Hundred Dollar Bill

You bend and twist as I pull
you out of my wallet.
You arrive at the bank
banded with other hundreds
much like yourself.
Your green corners with your
fabulous denomination printed
on them lie nobly at your edges.
Looking at you, I see Benjamin Franklin
smiling at me as he will be for years to come.
Your worth makes me feel rich
The sophistication you bring
to your beholders is much
too great to describe in words.
You are the stamp of secrecy
on all lucrative acts.
Your musty smell a reminder
of the roads you have traveled
and the adventure you are carrying out.
Your wealthy sensation a memento
of the hard work done to obtain you.
When I think of the joy you bring me
I simply breathe deeply and smile.
It makes me feel special to think of the
things I could trade you for.

That Girl

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 22:03:00 +0000

That Girl

The one I love
The one I can't live without
My best friend
My closest confidant
That soft Reassuring smile
The person I want more then anything
The one I just want to hold
My lips press against their's
And time melts away
Because when I'm with her
I'm on top of the world
My spirit flies
And when she's gone my soul cries
In her absents I just want to die

Sorrow

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 22:02:00 +0000

Sorrow

skin piercing tears come as cry
over the loss of a loved one
I wish I could die
but when I see you I smile
with unrivaled joy
because I know someone cares
come to me now
just hold me tight
well I cry on your shoulder
its been a rough night
with you by my side I’ll make it through
I can be strong because I love you

Scattered Word Poem

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 22:01:00 +0000

Scattered Word Poem
2/7/07

Remember me, said the willow tree
as the warm wind whirled
across the dark blue sea.

A blizzard of memories ran through my mind,
I rose to my feet beneath the dark sky
the rain kissed my forehead
and I with a sigh
watched the river dance by.

Lightening flashed across the sky
while I heard the sound of an angel’s cry.
The purple sunset spoke to my soul
I couldn’t help but wonder
Is this what life is all about?

Satanical Sanctuary

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 22:00:00 +0000

Satanical Sanctuary

Maybe I should just give up
Call it quits and not look back
Maybe for some life just isn’t worth it
The hell every minute carries
The stress of every day
For some balance is little more then an unnecessary want
For me however it is an unachievable necessity
All this work for the dream that is so far off
They tell you the years will go by fast
For they are just a bunch of bureaucratic liars
Descendants of the devil himself
I struggle towards a degree that will bring nothing
Nothing but more long days filled with unbearable stress
A satanical sanctuary that’s what life is
Pure and simple
Nothing more

Questions Poem

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 21:59:00 +0000

Questions Poem
2/8/07

Does the word of God warrant
the violent acts of his extremist followers?

Is there a difference between morality and legality?

Is it murder when the life of someone who
deserves life is saved in the process?

Does the dumb devil send demons?
And can they be dissipated?

Why does money talk?

Does god condone prejudice of any sort?

What is the reasoning behind fear?

Nothing at All

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 21:58:00 +0000

Nothing at All

I've had a horrible day
My life is over I've drifted away
Now that I've lost you I can not go on
You were my motivation to live
The one I woke up for
The one I would have died for
Without you I am nothing
Nothing at all
Now I lay here
See you in a few
Put the gun to my head
Without you my love I am nothing
Nothing at all

My Friends

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 21:57:00 +0000

My Friends

You befriended me when no one else would
You accept my past
You don't mind who I am
I used to think I needed more
I recently realized I didn't
It's not about how many friends I have
It's about the quality of them
You got passed my disability and my emotional immaturity
I just want to say thank you
You're the best
Stay true to who you are
Don't ever let that rest
You are the ones I care about
The ones I love
If you ever need anything just ask
And I'll be there no mater what

Moments

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 21:56:00 +0000

Moments

Beautiful dreams
Come through my mind
As I lay here next to you
The time we spend together
The moments we share
The warm feel of your lips against mine
Your soft touch on my skin
As I lay here next to you
You are the center of my universe
The grounds keeper my soul
The safe in which I store my trust
The composer of heart beat

Internet

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 21:55:00 +0000

Internet

I can research, I can publish,
I can watch, I can study,
I can learn, I can laugh,
I can write, I can meet,
I can follow, I can tweet,
I can become famous, I can become infamous
I can release, I can increase,
I can advertise, I can take in,
I can get rich, I can go broke,
I can connect, I can network,
I can find, I can loose,
I can recruit, I can review,
I can work, I can play,
I can live, I can die.

If Only

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 21:53:00 +0000

If Only

You sit there with him
Flirting and just having fun
Because I'm your friend I sit there and say "you'd make a cute couple"
But inside, I hurt
Because you should be with me
He's a nice guy but he doesn't love you like I do
If only I could show you how much I care
I know I can't make you love me
But dammit I can try
It'll be your choice in the end
But maybe, Just maybe
I can change your mind

I Am

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 21:52:00 +0000

I Am

I have nothing to lose
Everything to gain
They say this is just a stage
If this is true, it may be my last
I may yearn for touch
I may cry for intimacy
But still, I get nothing
To them, I am not a lover
To them, I am not a mate
Not a companion
Not even a date
I am just that guy
That guy
You know, the guy at the bottom of the list
The guy who no girl ever thinks of
The guy who no one ever asks “How are you today?”
And truly cares to hear the answer
They say it’s just a stage
But in the end it may not matter
Because you see
I’m sorry to say
I may not make it, another day.

Hate

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 21:51:00 +0000

Hate

You look through my soul like bullets through flesh
You cut me down like a tree on development land
You make my skin fester like hives from poison ivy
I hate you
Like I hate terrorists
Traitors
Racists
Gangs
Violence
I hate you because of the lies you have told me
Because of the dreams you have crushed
Because of the pain you have caused
I hate you because of what you have done
Because of what you stand for
Because of your hypocrisy
Then I realize
I’m looking in the mirror

Hate

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 21:51:00 +0000

Expectations

noreply@blogger.com (Kevin Allen) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 21:49:00 +0000

Expectations

Be careful
If you ask me why I’m angry
I just might tell you why
If you really want to know though
I guess I can try
I’m angry with my teachers
I’m angry with my friends
I’m angry with society
I guess it all depends
I’m angry with the way things work
I’m angry with the norm
I’m angry with it all you see
I just can’t conform
How can they expect me
To find out who I am
If they won’t give me time to look deep within