Category Archives: Poem

(Poem) My Thinking Thoughts

As I sit here lost in my random thoughts
I wish that someone could be in the thoughts that I’m thinking

My thinking thoughts
The thoughts that are hard to express but that I’m always thinking
They ask me what I’m thinking, and I just tell them . . .
My thinking thoughts
Maybe in another life I could tell someone
You know. . .the girl of my dreams
But. . . that’s to much to ask
No one really cares about the thoughts that I’m thinking
My thinking thoughts
The thoughts I could share but I wear my mask instead
I rather stay in my cave and keep my thoughts locked away
But then again . . . who can I really trust with these thoughts that I’m thinking
Trust, a five-letter word that not everyone knows
But then again . . . everyone is quick to say, “You can trust me though”
You want into my thoughts but you haven’t earned my trust
So what do I do with my thinking thoughts?
You know . . .the thoughts that I’m thinking
Maybe I’ll just sit here lost in my random thoughts
Or just share them with the wall because I know that it will listen
Maybe in another life I could tell someone
You know. . .the girl of my dreams
But. . . that’s to much to ask
For someone I trust to be in the thoughts that I’m thinking
My thinking thoughts
~Kevin Pierre

(Poem) The Other Guy . . .

Yeah . . .you know the other guy
The reliable one
The one who respects you
The one who is there for you no matter what
The one you never noticed until you need him
The Other Guy

Always the one you need to talk too
Always the one that’s around when you need him
. . . .but never good enough to date

The one who listens to you for hours, instead of getting sleep
The one who supports you no matter what is going on in his life
The Other Guy

The one you complain to about how “ALL guys ain’t shit”
The one that randomly gets you flowers . . . .just because . . .
The Other Guy

The person you won’t notice until he has actually found someone who appreciates him
The person you won’t notice until your phone calls and texts messages are no longer a priority
The person that cared for you the most
. . . .but you mistreated because you loved chasing your heartbreakers
The Other Guy

~Kevin

(Poem) Beautiful . . .

What is considered beautiful?
Why do you kill yourself to fit peoples definition of beautiful?
Why must you impress others before impressing yourself?
Why do you let what people say affect the beauty you already posse?
Why must I get the text message that asks “Do you think I’m beautiful?”
Why must I have to see you cry . . . because you think you’re not beautiful enough?
Why must you starve yourself for days to be the worlds definition  a size smaller?
Why must I see you put a pound of make up on your face to cover up the beauty I see?

What I see is beautiful
What I see is beauty through the words that hurt you
What I see is beauty through the insecure text messages
What I see is beauty through the tears
What I see is beauty through the many different sizes

What I see is beauty all around you
. . . .from that beautiful smile

To the way you teach ME how to dougie
. . . .from the personality that attracts me

To the way you steal my gummy bears  and make me smile
YOU ARE beautiful . . . .in every shape and form
YOU ARE beautiful . . . .because you love yourself
YOU ARE beautiful . . . .

~Kevin