I am Kendra, & this is so-- I bellow it deeply & repeat costumes from my drawer. My well of emotions is from the whole of my control-- I find it odd to label what is not of one's own- Then why do I claim the words as mine known- when in actuality it… Continue reading Ж
It is Windy Outside the City
On nights like these, I think what is it to be free? An abnormal response, or a predetermined destiny? I've been to the skirts of our lands of time, and I’ve retraced many moments with the pupil of my eye. So, I aim, now, to be above that— [which is below myself too] To reflect… Continue reading It is Windy Outside the City
Antiquity
I often ask myself, How many pages are left? In my book? From my pen? Are things to be different, if they can’t stay the same? Past Barstow, due West— I lost track of the time. I left my baggage on the carousal & never looked behind, because this race was for the big ones,… Continue reading Antiquity
Channel 11, Parallel News
I write for you, in moments of time, I fill in the mad lib, & ad lib most theoretical finds— I purchase a thesaurus, So I can tell you, all the ways thoughts pass over me, in waves, of you. I seek passages of informity, to relish in the new— of sweet, of current, of… Continue reading Channel 11, Parallel News
The Pulley
Motions move through my skin like sea bound repercussions. —To obey who art within— … How to scribble the words of a madman speaking on point, through mouths of recreation & subjects of joint. Shall be one to hold & one to see, Shall be one for the masses, lightening the load for thee. Where… Continue reading The Pulley
Manifest Destiny
I keep a crystal ball in my pocket— for emergency purposes, you see… For if I ever forgot it, it would seldom be beneficiary— to any situation, or circumstance of rhyme, I do it to remember, I’m never trapped in any single frequency of mind. I fall upwards, in silhouettes of mixtures of scented pine.… Continue reading Manifest Destiny
Thought
shall we replace the, "you", with, "I"? universe to innerverse.
Fixed Sand
Here nor there!!! It holds no matter- till it's changed into thoughtful pattern, if I hold the spade, then where's the joker? I suppose the Earth is asking my card be turned over. I jump with joy! For She beats hearts within souls, my manifestation comes forth- To reveal all known- as She renews roots… Continue reading Fixed Sand
Sweet Orange, Deep Blue
In thy chambers, I peer amidst constructive meaning, I care for those lost, I care for those deceiving. I walk in dignity, & this is so. -- "on forth, to the rhythm!" yells the salmon below. To move, I beckon from the depths of my soul, as if I needed words in my ear to… Continue reading Sweet Orange, Deep Blue
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