(Poem) Random Guy

I randomly do things just because

Never needing a reason to make people smile

Yeah I’m that random guy

Randomly telling friends how much I appreciate them

Caring too much for the people closest to me

Never needing anything in return

I am that random guy

Randomly dragging people on adventures

Making sure everyone has a smile

Celebrating those people who deserve to be celebrated

Randomly loving the people around me

Experiencing life in a new light

To be random is to be different

Doing things “just because”

Just so everyone is wearing the same smile I’m wearing

Life is too short not to be happy

So why not share my happiness randomly?

The best happiness is the one that is never expected

From the people who appreciate you the most

Never needing a reason to be me and make people happy

I am that random guy

~Kevin Pierre

(Poem) Black Heart

 

Heading back into my cave

Detoxing from my feelings

Keeping my thoughts to myself

I’ve become heartless

That heartless monster I said I’d never become

With not one ounce of care

My heart is black

Sitting in my cave

Rewinding back

Back to where my heart was black

They say listen to your heart

But my heart is black

Building my walls back up

Letting go of the feelings I once had

It’s not you, its me

I am darker then usual

Leaving everything behind

Trying this new wave

Hoping that I stop losing and finally win one

Realizing that no one is ever ready

Ima take a step back

            And let my heart become black

They brought me up

            To the point where I was the happiest

Then let me go

            Like I was a seasonal fixture

No longer in my feelings

I rather my heart be black

Black without a care in the world

I’m done chasing “what ifs”

            And I’m letting go of “what could be”

I’m done appreciating those

            Who don’t appreciate me

I’m done caring too much

            And being the old me

I’m overdosing on this “ I don’t give a fuck” mentality”

Losing friends along the way but

            I’m on this new wave

Gone with the wind

            I’ve become this heartless monster

Letting go of the old me

            And embracing the new

I’ve allowed my heart to become black

With not once ounce of care

I’ve become this black-hearted monster

~Kevin Pierre

(Poem) Her

 

I told her, thank you

For just being her

The her of my dreams

The her I can feel comfortable with

The her that’s in my thinking thoughts

Not the her that’s an object

But the her that’s whole presence makes me smile

The her that is perfectly imperfect

The her that gave me the chance to be me

Cupid finally listened to this hopeless romantic

Letting me do me, and finally find her

You know her . . . the her of my dreams

Not the her that’s only here for a season

But the her that wants to go the distance

The her that accepts my flaws and my addictions

The her that I appreciate more then the stars in the sky

No longer stuck in an endless loop of confusion

Because her actions give me reason not to

Trusting her with all of me

Because her hands wont let me go.

If I had a her

I would tell her, thank you

For just being her

The her of my dreams

~Kevin Pierre

(Poem) The Hopeless Romantic

Stuck in an endless loop of confusion

Wondering why I’m considered a hopeless romantic

They say there is no hope for a romantic like me

Hopelessly wondering if cupid is shooting the wrong arrows

Or maybe he’s just missing his primary target

Being disappointed so many times,

You start to realize that cupid isn’t for you.

Being the hopeless romantic that I am,

I hope he would just leave me alone and let me do me.

Attracted to these mindless puppets,

Who accept the things society throws at them.

Is there a place for a hopeless romantic like me?

A person who invest time in getting to know you

A person who calls you beautiful instead of sexy

A person who does things for you just because.

. . .but really, is there a place for me?

You know what . . .

I’m still stuck in this endless loop of confusion

But I understand why I’m considered a hopeless romantic

It’s cause I appreciate your flaws, which make you different from the crowd

Your personality, which attracts me to your style

Your smile that can take all my cares away

Your strength, that drives me to be a better me

Maybe I am a hopeless romantic,

That believes genuine people still exist

Maybe I am a hopeless romantic,

Just because I appreciate you for being you

And not another one of those mindless puppets

. . .but is there a place for a hopeless romantic like me?

~Kevin Pierre

(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