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Kendra

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United States
United States
Newbie to adulthood, just figuring shit out.
December 4, 2018
 

You’ve Taken Everything.

I cried,
        kneeling in the street,
                  begging for my life,
                             sobbing,
                                     “Please, stop.”
A bell
       rung 1,000 times
                   but to you,
                        just another quiet night.
What more can I give, that you have not taken?
           My sleep,
                   my voice,
            my body,
                              my sanity,
                                      all are unwillingly yours.
I have nothing left.
           
              So please,

                                 Let me be

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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November 28, 2018
Bellingham, United States

Catching Fallen

Sweetie,
look at me.
What’s that near your eye?
Has your sleep lain to rest
in the growing shadows ‘neath your lashes?
His kisses shouldn’t bruise,
his love shouldn’t hurt.
I see you,
spine crumbling,
form receding,
to accommodate this monster.
His faults are not your own
and you have to let go.
Free fall into happy,
my dear,
the landing is soft
and in the end you’ll be free.
Free from pain,
screaming through beaten limbs.  
From streaks of yesterday’s mascara
and forgotten scrapes.
His weaknesses are not your burden,
they are your disease.
He has infected you,
you see?

RESPECT
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October 27, 2018
 

I Never Wanted Any of It

I never wanted to speak
to the fire in a tiny room,
where a charcoal staircase
led to a blackened void.

As words dripped,
dripped, dripped,
through the coffee filter,
they sizzled to vapor
on her hearth.

I never wanted to cry
into the moon light,
where she pushed the sand
to cover the tide.

Ocean spray dripped,
dripped, dripped,
the words had stopped.
Filter something too much,
and it becomes a dam.

I never wanted to go
to the silence in a house,
where her floorboards creaked,
and the wind howled outside.

No words or ocean
dripped three times,
filtered, dammed, evaporated,
Honestly, I don't care,
I never wanted any...

GREAT THINGS
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October 23, 2018
 

An Ode to Her

May Her voice forever speak

Endless, spill words honey sweet between

Rose Petals, a dessert luxurious

Intellectual, sparks make fireworks

Turn, the air vibrant with color.

May Her graceful body always move

Elegant, hips swaying to a beat

Relishing, gleeful in the musical

Influence, hands reach for me

Touch, a worn paperback soft.

May Her eyes continue to smile

Expressive, sky blues alight

Rife with joy, laughter, yet

Infinite, Iridescent irises

Twinkle, holding a universe.

May Her wonderful person

Eternally, live in a paradise

Running, through ripened orchards

In silvery strands of moonlight, tap my shoulder an...

LOVE STORY
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October 23, 2018
 

To the other Kendra

I gave my life
So you might have a name.
Warm smile gone
A memory to give you breath.

Fill your lungs,
Little one,
It takes three days
To taste the air.

Your mother’s aspirations,
Unwilling released,
A token
Of a career forgotten.

Fill your heart,
My bundle of Joy,
It takes 9 months
To hold her hand.

Your grandmother’s wish,
Quietly dreamed,
You will have the future
She was never granted.

Fill your mind,
My darling girl,
It takes twenty-seven years
To be the first.

Your partner’s love,
Wrapped in warmth,
Soft hands to heal
Life’s hateful scars.

Fill your soul,
Baby girl
It takes 19 years
To find the key.

Your...

LETTRS LATTE
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August 2, 2018
 

Gypsy

She looked comfortable, in her body, in her shirt.
Her shirt
Spawn till you die.
Let not the weariness of life way your tits to the ground.

She looked older,
Somewhere between 50 and 70, I couldn’t place her age.
She smelled faintly of high quality indica and expensive vanilla.
Her bag was full of art, yarn, creations.
Her glasses concealed glinting intelligent eyes,
Her smile was contagious.

Biker’s widow
Marijuana lover
Daughter of a surfer father
And a demon mother of the worst kind.
She was a broken sculpture that had been soldered back together,
Each repairing line adding a new and different kind of beauty.

“Morton, I lived there,
Bellingham...

ORIGINAL
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June 10, 2018
Seattle, United States

What Rose?

Peel back my layers
Watch as flesh,
like petals
Fall dripping to the floor.

One
I’m fine

Two
No really
It’s ok

Three
Ignore me
Distract
Wise crack

Four
Further jokes
Deflect
Carved smile from the dagger
underneath my bed

Five
Tears,
Don’t look
Humor darkens
We wade into the shadowlands
Panic sets in.

Six
But can you hear the sobs?
Torrents down my face
Body shakes
Mascara smears
The mask is falling
And I must go.

Seven
You have found the mark
Just one for now
At the base of my neck
Or maybe the one on my arm
Next to the one on my shoulder
My fingers
My wrist

Eight
I edit my biography
My words flow through filters
Upon filters
I was once annoying to someone
...

RESPECT
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May 19, 2018
 

A New Height of Elation

Tangled with you,
Cosmic, beautiful
Celestial bodies melting
Blurring together in stars
Constellations on fire
Passion leaving lips
Sends shivers down your spine.
Ecstasy unbound
An exhalation of warmth
Wrap in tight
Gleefully bound I,
Tangle with you.

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WHITE FLOWER
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May 10, 2018
 

A Kind Stranger

We had met once before
Talking for hours about something
I can’t remember.

I remember his smile though
And the way his voice
Quiet pulled away strings of timid   
To unveil a terrifying honesty
I thought I’d lost.

He made words tumble
Falling from my lips
To giggle and dance between us.

He was wrapped in kindness
Gentle
Careful
He asked for my space.
A question, never a demand.

Lips introduced themselves
And bodies slid towards each other
Fitting a new, yet familiar pattern
Never tearing, even for a moment,
Bound in passion.

Music, Laughter, Curiosity
Acted as dinner entertainment
And words, intertwined, danced.

A seed planted ...

LOVE TILL IT HURTS
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April 17, 2018
 

A Jubilant Mess

Usually when something spills,
Not droplets, but floods,
There is frenzy, to clean up the mess.
However, some messes are worth keeping,
Some spills should flood,
And some frenzies should be enjoyed.
The ultimate community?
That, dear friends, is Jazz.
Not just Jazz, live, unbridled Jazz.

It spills through doorways
Flying down streets
Beckoning anyone who hears
To follow it to the source.
Without thinking,
Strides match the beat,
And as the crowd begins to gather,
Their raucous voices harmonize with the chaos of the notes

The warm evening seeps through the open door
Filling the shadowed lounge
Hoping, too, for a glimpse
Of the mysterious melody  
Ec...

DARE TO BE FREE
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March 22, 2018
 

Gentrification

Landscape blurs,
Seats rattle,
Houses slide past,
Beads on strings of streets.
Some beads are falling, sides pealing,
Grass excepting the leaves of paint.
Colors of blue, yellow, red yell loud,
Cultured are the roots.
But just next door, to fill the space,
A beige set piece
A supposed home
Where once a bright bead lay.
In the window
Black Lives Matter
Is hanging by the street.

Black Lives Matter signs
Replace black lives,
People flee.
Financial ruin scattered in empty streets
Next to empty apartments
Empty houses.
Echoes of laughter and music
Faded long ago.
Relics of the neighborhood:
A grocery store
A book store
A community center
Lay in ruins
It’s flesh a founda...

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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April 12, 2017
Joint Base Lewis-McChord, United States

Why I Write

Words come flowing, pulsing, throwing themselves from the tip of my pen,
My childhood characters coming to life on my page.
I can travel through time, make new lands, design utopia
Or relive past experiences in a rhyming scheme.
Articulating emotion in the verbal form
Is uncomfortable, difficult, and completely nerve wracking,
My muscles tense, and I tighten my jaw,
To stop the quantity of the universe pouring from my lips.
There is clarity and sanctuary in written expression.
The world is your own, you control who can see
Your deepest thoughts and ideas about your own perceptions.
These words produce images, an artistic piece,
Drawings inspired by my poem or story.
“Image of t...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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January 11, 2017
 

Dear Mr. Trump,

I am a young voter who believes in being politically active. Because I am a firm supporter of the First Amendment, I wanted share my thoughts, and hopes I have for you, while you prepare for inauguration day. As I am a writer, I decided to share these sentiments with you in poem form.

WE THE PEOPLE

WE ARE HERE

As I sit here listening to our president give his farewell speech,
My heart begins to break.
We have come so far,
striving for freedom and equality for ALL.
Social outcasts were excepted,
After years of being ostracized.
A financial downfall was righted,
And Feminism saw a new ally
In the leader of the free world.
Even healthcare became (semi)...

Malala
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January 4, 2017
Lake Forest Park, United States

I should have known

We sat on the riverbank,
A group of us reveling under the spell of vodka
Mixed with the juices of evening spring air.
You and I had been talking,
You curious about my lifestyle
My boyfriend,
And my odd opinions.
Words a sticky bait
To make me stay for one more drink.

I should have known
When you moved closer...

American girl, alluring, interesting,
Losing inhabitions one sip at a time,
I was a perfect for your late night entertainment.
I should have seen the signs,

I should have known,
When you called my kind "sluts"...

You spoke of women's rightful place,
Laughing as you said:
"Foreign girls are only good for one thing."
Why did I think
I, a silly girl,
Coul...

DARK NIGHT
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January 1, 2017

Winter's Gift

The mountains stand alone,
Swathed in mist,
Blanketed in snow.
Pillars immortal, steadfast,
Cold...
Windswept forests stilled,
The howling of wolves muted,
By the gentle touch of Winter.
Clouds heavy with her bounty
Swirl above the peaks,
Waiting for the nightfall to let loose their feathers
Over the silent landscape.
The air is clean and fresh
Washed with the smell of her iced pine scent.
You gleefully breathe in,
Cold stinging your throat and lungs,
As Infinite Happiness pulls you close
And marvels with at Winter's Gift.

COZY HOUSEHOLD
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December 30, 2016
 

What Matters to Me?

The happiness of others has always been of great importance to me, whether that be people who feel unjustly persecuted, animals who are unnecessarily harmed, or the dying earth. I have an intense sense of empathy, often taking on the feelings of those around me to a point where it is almost painful. This started at a young age, when I would save worms from the woes of the open road, or yell at fellow kindergartners for being mean to each other. I would even carefully walk around new sprouts while hiking, so they would have a chance to grow.

 All living things have a right to happiness and respect, and when these basic needs are denied, it destroys our habitat. Much l...

REGAL
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October 17, 2016
 

The San Juan Islands

It's not just a place
It's a feeling
It's a mood
It is paradise

It is an adventure that awaits you
Tugging at the shores of your creativity.
Your soul laid bare on the oceans expanse,
Feeling small, insignificant, on the curve of the earth.

It is a sanctuary for wildlife
Where the creatures do not judge
For the destructive tendencies
Of our negligent brothers.

It fosters a feeling,
A closeness to Nature.
Where one can reach out
And take her by the hand.

It is a memory of a time,
Long since passed,
Where humans and nature,
Were one in the same.


REGAL
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September 26, 2016
 

A Darker Turn

Hello my dear friend,
Is everything alright?
You haven't talked to me in weeks,
Or glanced those eyes at me.
Is everything alright my  dear,
Has something gone awry?
Your words have all gone monotone,
Your actions quiet and subdued.
I tried to talk to you the other day,
Around half-past noon,
Your thoughts, a hammer, pushed me down,
Your words became an arsenal,
And your speech a slew of bullets.
Is something wrong my love?
Is something hurting you?
Is it something that I've done?
Am I the one who's wounded you?
You will never ever tell me,
Your walls have all been built-
Am I your Lilith, to tempt your soul,
Who's shunned from your pearly gates?
A beau...

LIGHT SWEPT
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June 7, 2016
 

The Segrada Familia
I've never been the spiritual type,
often feeling out of place in a church
But this place...where do I begin...
Trees of stone extend to towering canopies,
And one feels small as the buildings arches extend to heights above your reach.
The leaves are glass, of blue, green, purple, orange, yellow and red,
Yet they seem to have been growing in the windows for centuries.
In the middle of the city, you are surrounded by nature,
An ancient forest that has sprung from the worn cobblestones.
Like watching the great pine grow,
This unfinished sanctuary will only expand and age with beauty and grace,
Forever a part of the forest, as though it has always grown ther...

THE WORLD AWAITS
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October 14, 2015
 

Where Are You?

Sometimes, I just need to run…
To have my feet pound against wet pavement,
and let the rain mix with the salt of my tears.
I need to run from my weakness.

Sometimes I need to scream...
To let out my frustrations and anger
and feel the air leave my body,
In a gust of wind and hate.

Sometimes I need to cry...
to curl up in a ball in my bed,
and weep for all that hurts me.
I need to express my sorrow.

Sometimes I need to write...
to savagely type each line
as though it were my last.
I need to leave my opinions where they count.

But often I just need touch,
A warm embrace that heats my being,
or a gentle squeeze of a hand,
that tells me I’ll be alri...

ORIGINAL
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July 31, 2015
 

A Perfect Moment 

We lied together on the roof that night,
Watching the last tendrils of light,
Fade into the sleepiness of evening.
Our hands clasped,
Tapping fingers to the quiet music
That played softly from the radio. 
Your green eyes sparkled as they looked toward the darkening sky,
And a happy smile spread across your face. 
Tiny glittering dancers twirled across the heavens,
Swirling, and winking,
They spun around the sliver of silver moon
That hung like a strand of ribbon on a silken dress. 
We were wrapped in evening beauty. 
You pulled me close, 
hugging me tight
And as we watched the evening lights together, 
You whispered softly in my ear,
"I will always love you."

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ETERNAL SUNSET
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July 31, 2015
Olympia, United States

The Reflection in the Snow

Snow crunched softly under her grey, fur-lined boots. They were tied tightly to her small feet, letting her walk with feline grace . She quietly sighed, her breath curling in steamy tendrils out of her dark red lips. Her black eye lashes had little snowflakes stuck in them, which brought out the white in her icy blue eyes. Her alabaster face blushed  blooming roses on her cheeks, and the cold nipped the tip of her delicate nose. Her long black hair was tucked into the hood of a woolen navy-blue jacket, which came down to her knees. There was a slight bulge on her left hip, like a thousand secrets were hidden there.
The large city was no longer a tourist attraction...

ANGST
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June 27, 2015
 

Happiness is Freedom

My heart soared, wings outstretched
Weaving in a summer breeze.
I danced with love
Laughing in the evening sunlight.
My glass was  brimmed with happiness
And we sang.
Our voices filled the air
Power in each note,
And they played with the evening glow.
The smell of an open field
Wrapped us in wonder
As we sang with all of our hearts
To the endless expanse of land.
Our hands entwined,
We shared our joy
So all the world might hear.

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AMOR
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June 27, 2015
 

Today, we celebrate

We've fought hard and long for
Marriage equality in the United States, but yesterday, it happened!
We are proud, we are free, we are infinite!

We believe in love, all forms shapes and sizes! To be who we are without the worries of ridicule or mistreatment; that is a gift I never thought I'd see in my lifetime.

Let us toast in a new age of love and empathy, as we look foreword into a brighter future.

"Without love I wouldn't believe
In anything that lives and breathes
Without love I'd have no anger
I wouldn't believe in the right to stand here
Without love I wouldn't believe
I couldn't believe in you
And I wouldn't believe in me
Without love
I believe in love"

-...

LOVE
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June 16, 2015
 

A Hesitation in the Infinite
(A Villanelle)

At the cliff’s edge, I hesitate,
I see the world from where I stand,
It’s beauty is immaculate!

Each hill and lake are intricate
Trees, the brush strokes across the land;
At the cliff’s edge, I hesitate.

The world is vast, I’m delicate,
A tiny bead on Time’s long strand,
A speck of dust in the infinite.

I wish to jump, to illiminate,
A pain I cannot understand.
At the cliff’s edge, I hesitate.

I am here to accept my fate,
On life’s last edge, alone I stand,
A speck of dust in the infinite.

Angel, please be compassionate,
When I reach for your caring hand.
At the cliff’s edge, I hesitate,
A speck of dust in the infinite.

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ANGEL OF PASSIONS
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May 19, 2015
 

Her Final Hour
(A Free-Verse Poem)

I had been standing
For eight hours.
In a dimly lit room

Breath in
and out.

That only had one dark window.
Currents of tears streamed down my face
They had been there
all day.
I watched as she slept,

Breath in…
and out.

She looked so peaceful
But different somehow,
As if sculpted; not still living.
I wished to speak with her
just one more time…

Breath in…

My father looked up
My uncle walked forward,

and out.

We stood again as statues,
Guards of my grandmother’s deathbed.
Most had left, needing sleep,
But we couldn’t leave.
In the dark we listened,
Waiting…
Waiting…

Breath in and out, in and out, in and out…
...

ANGEL BREATHING
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May 18, 2015
 

The Breakup Letter (Edited Version)*

My dear friend, my love Sir Anxiety,
I have a secret I have kept from you:
Those days you leave, I meet somebody new.
She is tall and full of glowing beauty!
Her eyes sparkle like a forest river,
Her hair is gold, the color of sunlight,
With every breath, my world becomes more bright!
I’m sorry dear friend, my heart longs for her.
Her lovely voice sounds like a song,
Music that heals me when I'm feeling down.
Goodbye Anxiety, you've done me wrong,
With harsh words and an everlasting frown.
I love her for she gives me quiet calmness,
I leave you for a girl named happiness.



*I forgot two lines in the last one

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LOVE BIRDS
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May 17, 2015
 

The Breakup Letter
(A Sonnet)

My dear friend, my love Sir Anxiety,
I have a secret I have kept from you:
Those days you leave, I meet somebody new.
She is tall and full of glowing beauty!
Her eyes sparkle like a forest river,
Her hair is gold, the color of sunlight,
With every breath, my world becomes more bright!
Music that heals me when I'm feeling down.
Goodbye Anxiety, you've done me wrong,
With harsh words and an everlasting frown.
I love her for she gives me quiet calmness,
I leave you for a girl named happiness.

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LOVE BIRDS
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May 14, 2015
 

Evening Visitors
(A Sestina)

The ivories make sweet music,
With melodies that bring forth love.
But never is a note so lonely,
Each takes turns to dance with sadness.
She watches them to pass the time,
As windows drum with gentle rain.

The tears stream down like pouring rain,
And her heart is torn by music.
She speaks to Her, to Lady Time,
To ask for one more chance with love.
Silence fills her heart with sadness,
And her mind turns towards The Lonely.

The cold embrace of The Lonely,
Turns her tears to frozen rain,
Slowly etching trails of sadness,
That stain her beloved music.
The Lady took away her love,
She left nothing, she stole her time.

Lifting eyes t...

BLUE WHIRL
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May 10, 2015
 

A Midnight Song

Through the darkened hills her music hums,
Moving every stone to sigh with wonder,
And leaving stars to stare and ponder.

The cool night's breeze lifts lilting notes,
Through quite darkness, the music floats

Engaging night to echo its serenity,
And letting nature revel in tranquility.

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PASSION
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