Kendal said

How many times do I have to tell you about me just read the stanza and lines that set my mind free

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Followers

Following

Kendal said

How many times do I have to tell you about me just read the stanza and lines that set my mind free

Writings

Followers

Following

Good Morning

Kendal said

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Grand

Bright day

Dogs are out

Breakfast brought balance yum

I will enjoy your presence

When would the day never end

For me to become anxious again for

The same time day sun shine is mines

Might have to give midnight a break so

I’m gonna rob myself of night seeing days like...

Poetry

Adventure

Visiting Witnesses

Kendal said

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Humans human can you learn

All the the teachings you’ve been taught

Can’t change that fact I been here on a everyday walk. I am hungry therefore I bark but the human condition continues to walk some run, that’s breaks me apart...

Poetry

Adventure

Probably Prompted

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Hazy light filtered through the trees

The water vibrates through the sticks of trees that grow leaves only through the eyes of the mist

Lets focus on the sun that rises above the horizon mists now that I know I see the clouds of hope were there is no doubt about the mist or tanny view I just looked up and saw the day was new...

Poetry

Fantasy

Revelations

Kendal said

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Out of darkness there will be light

First comes the sun

Last night is done

Today has begun no more time to go back

Living to fast high jacked my night

Facing the sun every thing has been done so to the darkness there will be light so expose or neglect just know brightness always reflects...

Poetry

Fantasy

Growing Roots

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When I think home it makes really think about gone how I want to go get some peace days I feel like I am unbalanced with no feet like I am fleeing to a home coved by lessons already placed in a space that I was always taught now it’s time to go calm my head by dropping my body and losing inside hobbies so I sit in a house that is my home so i sleep and and then I am owned by a state of time living...

Poetry

Horror

Going Back Home

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Every day we live and lead a different life

Somedays I give up on the true meaning of life it’s not to battle or fight

It’s new ways of doing things that are far flexed from life that why days settle and a become night then the blazing sun makes me feel like it’s a different world the last night i get up not tired but exhausted from my sleep and minding who’s minding me...

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