Submissions by KendalM
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
But Are You Listening?
Observing the Red bird against the white of winter snow, his plump body perched upon a delapitated stone chimney where he sings, inviting the rare wonderer to please come in and hear a story.
When you say everything looks the same, I smile and softly disagree, follow me and I shall show you...
An old oak door that hangs by a single rusted hinge, the smell of old must rises as I slowly push it open, the aged wood lingers, entrapped in the bitter cold in my nose, as I carefully choose what beams to step across.
Stray snowflakes float through broken windows, where...
When you say everything looks the same, I smile and softly disagree, follow me and I shall show you...
An old oak door that hangs by a single rusted hinge, the smell of old must rises as I slowly push it open, the aged wood lingers, entrapped in the bitter cold in my nose, as I carefully choose what beams to step across.
Stray snowflakes float through broken windows, where...
#hope
#love
#strength
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Sandman And The Joker
I walk the frayed edges of my own REM, observing you loving me, but that's not the real me, stop haunting my dreams. Can you not see I'm working so vehemently hard at this painting?
Grit litters this landscape with open eyes and a willing heart.
That soft woman that you embrace in her slumber is hard at work in the field, you are only loving the ghost of who she once was. In her waking, the substance in her hands is worth a thousand deaths of herself.
Waves of emotions you snatch from her soul, but if you loved her, you would let her soul have dreamless nights.
Or maybe...
Grit litters this landscape with open eyes and a willing heart.
That soft woman that you embrace in her slumber is hard at work in the field, you are only loving the ghost of who she once was. In her waking, the substance in her hands is worth a thousand deaths of herself.
Waves of emotions you snatch from her soul, but if you loved her, you would let her soul have dreamless nights.
Or maybe...
#anger
#confusion
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Little Knoll With A Big Idea
A place where I love to sit and write, where hidden things are revealed.
Dear knoll,
I'll keep your secrets.
E ven if the moon should fall into the sea.
Besides, I have learned that humans eat everything, then somehow always digest it to be regurgitated at a later date as weaponry, only to be used to hold each other's balls to the fire.
A quiet tongue by nature can only scream at the perpetrator in thought.
If my heart should speak so boldly, I would only be made out to be a joke again.
There is truth in lies, you know it...I know it. ...
Dear knoll,
I'll keep your secrets.
E ven if the moon should fall into the sea.
Besides, I have learned that humans eat everything, then somehow always digest it to be regurgitated at a later date as weaponry, only to be used to hold each other's balls to the fire.
A quiet tongue by nature can only scream at the perpetrator in thought.
If my heart should speak so boldly, I would only be made out to be a joke again.
There is truth in lies, you know it...I know it. ...
#bittersweet
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Take Me Back
It's not normal to consider all outcomes to the point of exhaustion, and there exhaustion steals the joy of it all.
If simplicity is first implemented daily, then there is an established happiness in the reason for the simplicity.
I have to remind myself daily that I remember.
I remember when the foundation was built and the reason for it, not upon sand, but upon rock.
God, I know you are smart and you know what you are doing here, but just putting this out there, I think I was born in the wrong time period.
This world is too much on my brain.
I have never fit...
If simplicity is first implemented daily, then there is an established happiness in the reason for the simplicity.
I have to remind myself daily that I remember.
I remember when the foundation was built and the reason for it, not upon sand, but upon rock.
God, I know you are smart and you know what you are doing here, but just putting this out there, I think I was born in the wrong time period.
This world is too much on my brain.
I have never fit...
#hope
#love
#strength
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Dreaming Again
I had a dream that I was standing on earth, and when I looked up, here was a beautiful new earth descending, I wondered if I could jump high enough and make it to this wonderful new place. Bright blues lined with vibrant greens, and white whisps of clouds floated gracefully above.
#hope
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Though Storms May Come....Stand
The greatest God, it is he who owns the storm, and im not speaking of man made storms, but the one who lets the rain, who loans the wind, who absorbes the force of the river when they desire for it to rage and destroy. The God who subdues death at his will.
This God I am praying to, the God of Abraham, God of Moses.
His son, the door.
I pray for his mercy, for the whirlwind to get caught in his lasso, where he can love it into a downy chick.
And the winds that follow, to sleep quietly in their heavenly designated corners.
Please God, I know we deserve...
This God I am praying to, the God of Abraham, God of Moses.
His son, the door.
I pray for his mercy, for the whirlwind to get caught in his lasso, where he can love it into a downy chick.
And the winds that follow, to sleep quietly in their heavenly designated corners.
Please God, I know we deserve...
#forgiveness
#hope
#inspirational
#love
#strength
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Attention Anna
I feel this need to really dive into a very important corner of my life that I take care of daily but don't truly enjoy the depth of like I should.
Which honestly requires me to disconnect from the fast moving world of internet for a while.
I have Bing Crosby records to dust off, and I need to read a good book.
I'm still gonna journal, just in a new leather bound journal my husband bought me for mother's day.
I don't know why I have such anxiety about this, I guess it's because I don't keep many friends, just because I'm a very private person, so to be excused from the few...
Which honestly requires me to disconnect from the fast moving world of internet for a while.
I have Bing Crosby records to dust off, and I need to read a good book.
I'm still gonna journal, just in a new leather bound journal my husband bought me for mother's day.
I don't know why I have such anxiety about this, I guess it's because I don't keep many friends, just because I'm a very private person, so to be excused from the few...
#hope
#kindness
#love
#redemption
#strength
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If Stones Can Cry Out, Then I know There Is Always Hope
There is only one I follow, but I will stand beside you if you are kind, if you love...forgive and can look at a full grown adult and see a child. See the child within, when the bottle touches their lips, so that they forget the rape...the abuse.
When cold steel pierces their veins so that they can get as close to the thief of death as they can without actually dying, and there, trading pieces of their broken soul for a bad memory.
When they lay cold and naked on the ground, where fancy shoes walk over them like trash laying on the sidewalks. Veterans...
When cold steel pierces their veins so that they can get as close to the thief of death as they can without actually dying, and there, trading pieces of their broken soul for a bad memory.
When they lay cold and naked on the ground, where fancy shoes walk over them like trash laying on the sidewalks. Veterans...
#hope
#kindness
#love
#redemption
#strength
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Even Still...Faith
Belief has to be rooted in truth, otherwise it is only a tradition that will give up its stance in the smallest of storms.
#forgiveness
#hope
#love
#redemption
#strength
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Moses And Abraham Knew To Give Thanks
God created everything, therefore he owns the whole. I could say God is in everything, and he is.
For when he created, he said let everything that has breath worship me.
So..there's the proof.
He blessed us with free will to seek and believe in what we want.
That's love...
But in truth, nature, frequency, all in all...is owned by only one.
You acknowledge nature, yet something prohibits you from taking the next step.
How perfect are his works and mechanics.
How Beautiful the clouds of his feet.
Following smart philosophers when you...
For when he created, he said let everything that has breath worship me.
So..there's the proof.
He blessed us with free will to seek and believe in what we want.
That's love...
But in truth, nature, frequency, all in all...is owned by only one.
You acknowledge nature, yet something prohibits you from taking the next step.
How perfect are his works and mechanics.
How Beautiful the clouds of his feet.
Following smart philosophers when you...
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#hope
#love
#strength
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Here's Your Frequency
Anger the heading of the chapter.
As words flow through the filter of her heart, slows the angry river down, switches letters around until her mind comprehends perspective and love becomes her laguage once more.
As words flow through the filter of her heart, slows the angry river down, switches letters around until her mind comprehends perspective and love becomes her laguage once more.
#courage
#forgiveness
#hope
#love
#strength
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Just A Seventh
It's such a beautiful thought...
The sun, pouring light into the moon, until she becomes full.
Then quietly..slowly, she gives it all back, until she's an empty orb suspended in the heavens, waiting patiently for her next drink, and when his windows open, she closes her eyes and she smiles, letting her cold absorb his heat, feeling the love of the sun once again.
The sun, pouring light into the moon, until she becomes full.
Then quietly..slowly, she gives it all back, until she's an empty orb suspended in the heavens, waiting patiently for her next drink, and when his windows open, she closes her eyes and she smiles, letting her cold absorb his heat, feeling the love of the sun once again.
#moon
#sun
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