Kennedy Taylor : Writing

Countless Hours.

Countless Hours.

A Poem by Kennedy Taylor


Countless hours I've sat alone,staring at the walls in a silent home.The second hand swings like a headman's axe.The candle flame laughs as he drowns ..
Alone.

Alone.

A Poem by Kennedy Taylor


I surround myself with people,But for each new friend I make,For each new love I gain,I just feel more,And more,And more,Alone.
5 Ways To Kill Me.

5 Ways To Kill Me.

A Poem by Kennedy Taylor


1.Tell me…Tell me that you won’t leave.Tell me that you careWhile you whisper sweet nothings into a stranger's ear.2.Tell me...Tell me th..
Wither.

Wither.

A Poem by Kennedy Taylor


And just like that the rain was gone,The puddles were the only thing that remained.They reminded me of the rain.How it fell so beautifully,How it spok..
A Mouth Made Of Metal.

A Mouth Made Of Metal.

A Poem by Kennedy Taylor


Your mouth is made of metal,Your kisses taste like gold.Your lies they strike like bullets,But I enjoy the holes.Your mouth is made of metal,Your trut..
Lie, My Queen.

Lie, My Queen.

A Poem by Kennedy Taylor


She speaks the softest lies.
We'll Meet Again.

We'll Meet Again.

A Poem by Kennedy Taylor


We’ll meet again some day, once again as strangers.We might talk for a bit, maybe even pretend like we don’t remember what happened.Maybe ..