Simple Poetry

The Indispensable Man

a poem by Saxon White Kessinger

by Saxon White Kessinger

Sometime when you’re feeling important;

Sometime when your ego ‘s in bloom;

Cold Lonesome

So lonely I’m feeling
like there’s no more meaning
to keep on going
what am I doing?

Dreaming

Dreaming…

I was one

Then I was two

Where do I stop and begin?

Dreaming…

I then You and You then I

Autumn rain

A storm with so many lightnings
for ones, so frightening
for me a bit cathartic

This is a poem I wrote not quite long ago; that night when insecurities lingered me.

I feel kind of iffy posting it due to the fact that it’s a side of me that I don’t ever want anyone to see. I feel too vulnerable for it to be shown. But the past have taught me that all secrets get revealed anyway, so I decided to post it.

New York Subway

The rumble is enough
to destroy a

You are insignificant —
out of all the words written about New York,
yours will never be

Depressing Rain

Here… staring at the window searching for something
anything… in fact
right now, looneliness is what I’m watching
and what an…