A broad in the audience, floating as shell that gutted its hermit & sent it to sell. The last time I woke, in a turn of events. The mercy of my God was bigger than choral resentments. A bobbing appetite for squandered shoals, a standing testament of woman on time with notes. The house of… Continue reading A.I.
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“of Always” EP by Kendra & the Bunnies
🌜friday • sept. 6🌛 streaming on a platform near you • 🌑 of Always • a balanced sound betwixt lament & an ode to hope • signed, the muse in the moon 🌕 follow me on your selected platform 🧞♀️🧜🏻♂️ • . ✶⚡︎ album art by @harmoniclight ⚡︎✶ #EP #NewMusic #IndieMusic #Streaming #Artist #SingerSongwriter #Original… Continue reading “of Always” EP by Kendra & the Bunnies
Junk for Joy [God’s Spies in Voice of Gilded Constituents]
Fear is not super great. Something I write to on lonely nights, Asking it to fill in blanks. It’s not something I rock back & forth to; teeth holding handkerchief in hand. I’m soaked in mucus & crying like a caterpillar who awoke minutes before wings burst forth to break shell, break form. A gestation… Continue reading Junk for Joy [God’s Spies in Voice of Gilded Constituents]
Out from Under the Boardwalk
Out from Under the Boardwalk If you said that you could hear my voice speaking through the seagulls at the beach, I would believe you. I’d tell you that if you stand in the right place at a specific time, Like say, When the crows fly home, You could forever embrace the talk of my… Continue reading Out from Under the Boardwalk
da Capo.
Something interesting happened tonight; I forgave myself for all those missteps, mistakes, misshapen moments. I forgave myself for looking twice before crossing the road, then three times, then an even dozen. I forgave myself for over-watching my own human-bound figure with such over-powering precision of intensity that at times, I lacked ability to move. I… Continue reading da Capo.
Phantom, Pt. III
I woke up from the dream-boat, The one that held only me and you, But when I woke up, I did not wake up next to revelation, Nor did I wake up to you. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I was asleep in a bed, disguised as a casket. It was filled with my lame attempts to stay grounded–—… Continue reading Phantom, Pt. III
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FLOWERETTE
FLOWERETTE Artlessness, it remains at the beginning of the road, with aspirations of hope, making me reach further, my small arm could extend; The concoctions engraved in my young mind were potions resulting in different fates. Everything began to brighten, my needs dwindled to that of a picturesque thread, and conversating got filed away as… Continue reading FLOWERETTE
PART EIGHT
On the notion of illusion, I don’t speak of fact, I speak of Truth in algorithms of math. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I face the Wind that howls with me and whisper my Blues to be printed as Free. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ To surf with the echoes in the meadow, you see, would be genuine visions of gumdrops on trees.… Continue reading PART EIGHT
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