Alex Kenneh

Rookie - 52 Points (02/10/1992 / Philadelphia)

Alex Kenneh Poems

1. Be 10/10/2011
2. Sideline Story 10/13/2011
3. Make It Better 10/18/2011
4. So Far To Go 10/18/2011
5. They Reminsce Over You 10/22/2011
6. It's Your World 10/25/2011
7. Too Deep For The Intro 10/25/2011
8. Just The Way You Are 10/17/2011
9. Enchanted 10/29/2011
10. Dreams 3 10/29/2011
11. Black Maybe 11/1/2011
12. Heartache 11/15/2011
13. Mama Told Me 11/15/2011
14. Enchanted Once Again 12/11/2011
15. Misunderstood 12/30/2011
16. Common 1/23/2012
17. Next Time 1/24/2012
18. I Am 2/7/2012
19. School Days 3/8/2012
20. The Badness 3/19/2012
21. Haves And Have Nots 4/17/2012
22. Problems 4/30/2012
23. Negatives 8/8/2012
24. Eternal Reflections 10/11/2012
25. Love Me Or Not 12/15/2012
26. Can I Holler At You 2/28/2013
27. Rise 3/13/2013
28. The Prayer 9/1/2011
29. Dreams 2 9/15/2011
30. In My Zone 9/20/2011
31. I Get Up 7/31/2011
32. Guardian Angel 9/22/2011
33. Just Like A Star 9/26/2011
34. Closer To My Dreams 9/28/2011
35. My Way 9/30/2011
36. Dream Deferred 4/26/2013
37. Thisisme 5/14/2013
38. Resurrection 5/14/2013
39. Everything I Am 7/29/2013
40. Speak Easy 8/29/2013
Best Poem of Alex Kenneh

Dreams

I love her mind, but not in the slightest did I know her name.
She was the blank face in my dreams.
I always played the guessing games trying to find out how to approach her. Life may be a struggle. Sticks and stones do inflict pain.
But the word rejection tore me apart.
Reminiscing about the past me wondering if I could get past the old me.
Shy, quiet only kept myself. Me, myself and I until one of us gave up on chasing the dream.
So many ladies in the world but so few of my dreams. No matter what I had in my thoughts everything about her had fascinated me.
My minds ...

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In My Zone

In my mind I'm brilliant, gentlemen like and clever. I'll admit it; I'm a bit arrogant. In the meantime I got to endeavor; I just got to make it. Dreams like the junior of the king.
Residing in a neighborhood where people's actions boycott the already excluded.
With family it's sort of the opposite; they want to hear my voice but can't adhere to my thoughts.
But in my zone my drive be shifting. In my car tires' screeching, praying I don't leave this this high, forgive me mom if I may die. I

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