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Kendall

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Kiss The Flame That Saved Your Soul

Kendall

1 min read

I could kiss the flame

I imagine as I watch it aluminate the air

And Possess my vision

Im sure it’s flooding my pupils with its refelection

I could kiss the flame

Knowing it could pierce my lips

But what if

I could kiss the flame

And still pray for rain

I could kiss the flame that ignites

When the shadows grown thick

And the darkness consumes the

The type of darkness that lingers once l...

Poetry

Too

Kendall

1 min read

Beware of the poison the sickness that looms



Spreading through thin air

Just like the flu


Make sure you remain calm and stay in your room


What ever dreamed treasures for the body pure and new

Now that I think about it just might too


Even da fruit


Even the juice


Even the work out room


Even the dirt on your shoe


When you run a 5k for a ribbon that’s blue


Maybe poison is good

For ...

Poetry

2
Horny

Kendall

1 min read

Josh: Why don’t we get out of here


Jan: where would we go?


Josh is taken back by her question

He looks around nervously


Josh: I don’t known back to my place?


Jan takes a step back. She showcases a discerned look on her face.


Jan: um excuse me sir …. This is the first date?


Josh: I understand. Sorry I’m very unconventional and spontaneous I don’t see this as the first date. I see it as t...

3
Whyyyyyy

Kendall

1 min read

A car pulls up to the end of the road leading to an empty open dessert. The middle of nowhere. Jeff flings the driver door open and stumbles out of the car. His face sweaty and his jacket hanging off his elbows. He runs out into the open until he stumbles and falls to his knees. He points his head to the sky to let out a scream. He falls backward into the ground and passes out....

Freedom

Kendall

1 min read

“Hang on to the world as it spins us around”

Plant your feet firm to the ground

Take a leap in an effortless bound

Your day is here


I don’t believe in miracles

I believe in freedom


Pay attention to the subliminal sounds if freedom

Planted into our everyday lives


Dear spirit held captive by the web of collective order

My soul is calm and bordered

My soul shouting to the sky

And I want it...

1
High Above The City

Kendall

1 min read

What felt like an endless maze of sensory cascade

Now a faint glimmer of glitter in the distance

I imaging myself gathering the scattered stardust

Into my hand

And putting it into my pocket

And I’m no longer afraid...

2
Alien Season

Kendall

1 min read

The shot clock is down to 5 seconds

The score is tied at 56

Marcelous holds the ball to the side of his hip as he is being defended by one of the intergalactic minions.

He takes a deep breath then continues down the court. He fakes to the left then makes a spin move now redirected to the right. The intergalactic minion trips on his other foot and falls to the ground.

He end up at the 3 point li...

2
The Fabric

Kendall

1 min read

Freedom is the removing of fabricated fabric made from spoken word

And until it is removed you are binded

Held in a void that grows deep

An empty profoundness

The only thing that will set you free

Is declaration of truth

A confession...

Poetry

1
In Between

Kendall

2 min read

At the very least I try to visit Vegas every weekend to see my son. It is not that bad of a drive from Los Angeles. It’s tough but I just hope this weird transitional phase in my life is over soon. My life just seems like a series of liminal space from emty apartments to empty desserts. Sometimes I try to explore some of the landmarks in between the two cities. I’ve been to mining places, Joshua t...

The City

Kendall

1 min read

Headfilness, is like deep vast sector of the ocean but does not allow you to repeat the same emotion

In the attempt, you miss the boat

Yet you press on hoping for another show

That how I felt when I went back home

Hoping to feel the city’s fold

To feel my heart fill with excitement

Acting as if my first assignment

To see the skyline drift through the wind

And feel the good bumps on my skin ...

Poetry