Kennee Marie
Bio
I've lived from east coast to west coast to Quadra island Canada 🇨🇦 Just trying to let my thoughts become bigger than me.
Stories (10/0)
Elements
Fire Magic Water Surrounds Air it is Blind Earth’s Eternal
By Kennee Marieabout a year ago in Poets
December 9th 2022
I ponder finding myself tumbling in my circumspection; on a wish. I wish, that I had a friend. Of whom a friend like me, to mind the things forgot which I've let slip. One of those friends to listen when I talk to talk about anything, about everything. A hug, during those times for a much sought solid, stated embrace albeit for everything gets too hard to take. I can't even! It's too hard to be fake on each every day I wake; I put a smile on my seriously agitated face. Readying, myself to step upon a distant outside space I proceed a stride, another mile in this rat race of our predominate suppressed degressive world.
By Kennee Marieabout a year ago in Poets
Realize reality
many think that a thought can hold our deepening times divine and honest. illusions break out beauty networks many strives attention to one's self is and can be liberating remember only you noticed you were aware of new experiences unconsciousness sensuality radiates the realizing dream for her delight that some day soon she would find out something that would immediately show her that her dream was about to die she didn’t realize that he would be like that not the same nothing electrical said deep the through open window very pure water flowing in from the heavens to the depths the likeness uttered levels consciousness already immersed in the ecstasy certainty young lovers all without pause the seductions she incorporating secret feminine power imagine small charm presented with physical imprint unseemly locked shameful glory covers this land the sun the very earth that reveals different touch everything light time want being that questioning artist outrageously intellectual overcomes feelings complex pressing disappears silently first his natural transfiguration the fallen man who remembers heaven poured wine free waves completely enveloped with traditions considering the scary repressed touch all night our playing unexpected thrilling his ear lobe cold like the demon forced fuel his eyes give impressions only which will graciously her box spoke divine pleasure not interrupted the huge mess suddenly arriving lovers set the silk pillow on the floor so that she could find their eyes inevitable. reality surprising any thought while words and invitations create charms that come back . Illusion it casts the breath. A subtle secret. indescribable astonishment remained flickered distractions darkening circumstance seconds after lovers ecstasy desire you feel joined sensual smiling black without despair circumstance say one would find yourself for some days satisfied this man infatuated the women equal spirits breathing safe diversion she returned her eyes to his body’s touching closely her lips. Desires wish falling without reason. Knowing momentarily their beat like an echo; distance ignoring conversation, beautiful fascination dancing together their souls touching each other in darkness and hoping love remain evermore. This was a very difficult task and it took time for them both in their own lives and their own bodies to realize that they were not in love with each other’s heart but that they had been together for many years in a way which was so much more less fulfilling than they had imagined. The world was so much simpler together than if they were separated. With that came their understanding that love was the answer that transcended the distance and found them in each other's arms forever. Day dreaming of a world where love only exist for a moment or two until it becomes reality again. Very cold indeed the heated debate of bodies ran from one side to another. It is over for us. Over for them now but they have been doing the best they could to keep their minds open to keep the peace. To remember what it was like when they were connected wild and free. No longer we just a him with no me. A she with no he, no longer a we. And yet, love is still found deep within their hearts. They were going on with a few minutes of hope. For the rest of their lives in a way that is all indescribable . Despite the grey clouds above, the sun continues to shine, and the warmth of their embrace shall never fade in the memories in time. Was thus Real?
By Kennee Marieabout a year ago in Poets
Widows window
Best friend? We met in a dark place full of lights and music and a stage. One act showstoppers we ladies are the stars of the night. You were slinging shots and came up to the table that I was standing by. You fraternizing with the patrons with your flame red hair and piercings, wearing a cop hat on your head.
By Kennee Marieabout a year ago in Poets
Day Dream
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. He had stolen her heart forever. Going through the very worst; it's truly the only way, to get the best. To get the best out of 'what' is 'was' and 'can' be. Taboo. Is it you and I? She had thought. This empire; Is ours to build, don't look back now. Today was magnificent! Our time; together was fantastic. You make my heart sing; I feel like you tame this wild thing. I love, the way that you kiss my neck; I feel safe when you are near. With nothing to fear- and your subtle whispers in my ear; my spirit takes flight. Just like that 7-47 he had just boarded. Up to the most extreme highest of heights. Shifted gears, not holding back . She is going to hold on to this feeling; Forever. Quite possibly years, and years. Nibble, nibble, Tranquility-rushing- washing over me... Harmonious waves. Centripetal motion- a flash of emotions. Both hearts; were filled with the ocean. Oh, this feeling, of love; best believe. This is a gift from above. Heart overflowing, without even knowing. Our way- to spend one more day. Just because she had said, “I want to stay.” Are you replying to this hay? Yes is the word; nothing more; heeds to be heard, it's closer to you; closer to me, just letting go and being free. Just to be closer to, me and closer to you. His definition of what the world is like is different than whatever someone else has cooked up from their point of view. Silver lining or not there’s always something that can make a person laugh even if it was something super random and would be nonsense to anyone else. Vanishing messages from his subconscious mind. We call those delusions. They are full of emotions and seem almost like reality. Yet always something to tip off The flowing activity throughout his mind's wildest imagination from collective imagery from real daily life faces of people he’d have passed by or resemble. Sometimes she would wake but frim a dead asleep. not yet aware of her land of love and affection was realized dreaming exclusive episodes of her chosen written and produced saga of view on the channel of her subconscious. Do this do that but how do we know to commence the action before we realize that we’re doing it anyway. It's like gravity automatically Keeping your mind as if it was stuck in while it strikes you in a moment of reality and vitality that you have really been sleeping in through the best part of thier fascinating story in his falicated dream. He took a hold of the wheel control consumed him. he loves the way it makes him feel while he watches her deal. How is it that he’s become the king on the throne that was once her place of home now it’s more foreign than any place that she could have ever fathomed, a land far from her agony; It is the fan to his hurtful flame that scorched her with his narcissistic blame that washes over her like tilde waves that rip through her Physic and her self esteem now dwindled more with each of his emotional bursts when really all she thirsts for is his love not anything more but all he wants is to do anything and everything that she isn’t apart of does he even love her probably not as when’s flying high because he constantly shuts her down and out of his mind only making him blind the fact it’s all in the way that he acts forever on the attack never giving her any slack only flack and talks behind her back and then says only sweet nothings in her ear lying straight to her face laying only emotional disgrace and leaving her with a bad taste in her mind so she urgently searches to find the way back to her rightful place and that infectious smile on her face straight on top of the ladder looking down on the past that’s shattered and torn for then is when she’ll will feel that she is no longer forlorn and her heart will not be full of scorn and disappointed dissolutions of his fake words that once held her there. Snapping back into realize it was all just a day dream, of The outside world to her, through the window in his bedroom.
By Kennee Marieabout a year ago in Poets
Something Else
When I; some way some day, became and become; in a state of pure, and uttermost bliss, it doesn't last? I'd guess that'll be right, whereas I would proceed forth into our vast universe's magnetic field. From within my body's, mind's soul. Wonderous, bright, powerful love - vibrations of positivity. Looking forward to finding an elusion. The way to the path. To elude the fate. The right of way; me being me. On this day, I can be free, free to love, to feel; if only able to achieve what’s been so close.
By Kennee Marie7 years ago in Poets