Author: Kendal K

There
There I sit
His smooth skin, and dark brown hair a mile away
A mile
Walk
Inch closer with every little lie
And farther with every truth…
“I don’t have a dad, it’s really hard.”
Till
It
Went
To
Far
Only an inch away
His warm breath against mine
Walk after walk
Talk after talk
Until I couldnt take it
His smooth baby skin near mine
I push
And drown
Deeper
Deeper
deeper
The ones I have wronged
Have lost faith…
The ones I left behind
Hurt the most…
The nicest ones
Have bruises
No
I am not t h i s p e r s o n
And I risk it
I let it all go all the lies

How the flower are so bright
They can always catch my sight
The smell make dream
The flowers always gleam

The weather sky make them fly
With wind making say bye
They fly deep far away from me
So that doesn’t make me happy

My dog squished between me and the couch cushions moaning and groaning,
Snug mid hug napping on my stomach soft as a feather big as a log,
My dog squished between the couch cushions all day long,
I wish it could last forever alas when someone walks in she jumps up quickly to the back door.

When days draw close
And the world turns its head
Closing its eyes
To the soft drapes
Of speckled velvet
Its people will lay down their hands
Tender and Worn from their work
To spend their night in wake
Curled in
As tears slowly fall from their eyes
When the lonely lull of night
Takes hold of their mind
To keep them awake
Till the world turns back around
To greet the start of day

The owl perches on the tree, you body fills with slightest glee.
His eyes stare down at you, gleaming yellow.
You reach your hand out, it feels like jello.
To your surprise, he flies down low and lands upon your shoulder so.
His wingspan big, his heart so small but filled with so much love for all.
He spots some mice and grabs them tight and puts them in his nest for the night.
He soars up into the air and floats up there looking down at your hair.
“Come down!” you say looking his way.
He flaps his wing as if to say, “so long!”
You wave your hand but you were wrong. You hear a peep and kind of cheap and a baby chick pops our of the nest.
Then he comes to rest upon a vest, you notice was hanging from a branch facing towards the west.
“Hoot, hoot” they call out into the moonlight.
You stay there for the rest of the night, clutching yourself tight.

A single wish floats away across the milky way.
It dances in the summer breeze.
It rests in fallen leaves.
It sings upon a snowflake.
It follows the light, ’till the very last night, where it burns so bright as if to say,
The wish, the wish.

Their souls danced together before
in another universe
when they were but stars

When I Go to the Garden of peace I feel
mellow and soft All around me.
I feel I’v found my place.
My place is the garden of peace.

The Garden Of Peace is
a place I belong.
I will always belong
in the garden of peace.
I’m the queen
of the garden of peace .

The Garden of peace is a Neverland
This Neverland is a beautiful place
Full of flowers dreams hope and love
Neverland is a place You are free
Fly to be queen or the king
of your own Neverland.
Flow through a new neverland

“Dinner time” mom yells
I clomp down the stairs
Chomp on my food,
Clomp back up the stairs,
Walk in my bathroom;
Turn on the hot water Splash
And jump in,
Wash, Rinse, Repeat
Wash, Rinse, Repeat
Soon enough I hop out,
Wrap in a warm and fluffy towel;
Brush my teeth;
Lye in bed watching TV,
Fall asleep a few hours later,
Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodni—

All the pain.
All the misery.
Going to classes even when I didn’t like
Dancing
My feet scream in pain,
And my arms moan.
A yelling teacher,
Frustrated parents
I regret my decision.
But slowly
S l o w l y
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                       L
                          O
                             W
                                  L
                                     Y
Something starts to change.
The dedication I put
Less yelling,
Less frustration,
No regrets.
Dancing feels like sunshine on a rainy day
Now
It helps my mood
It helps my stress
A hobby that I can call mine.
Possessive about the art form
An ode to dance,
A cool drink on a dry desert
I get lost in the moves,
Of flowy arms and strong legs.
The way I move,
Oh it’s something else…