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the Periodic Writer

I stole all of the words, but the thoughts are original.

Dogs Looking Up – A poem by Kendall Lynn

I noticed my dog look up towards the sun. why was this act so unnatural to me? There wasn't a bird nor squirrel in the trees. Why had he been so intrigued? I let him play from a box of... Continue Reading →

A Thought to my Mirror – A Short Poem

If only you could sink below the surface, deep beneath their rosy cheeks and break through the lying teeth. I'm nothing new to see, but speak free in blurred flurry. It isn't that I'm weak, just shades of jaded mystery.

Happy Thoughts

On my face are the wrinkles of happy, I don't let sorrow stick around anymore. Though we learn from the ones we envy, our lines are defined by the ones we adore. I've made peace in the turning of pages.... Continue Reading →

This Colossal Miss.

Slowly, our galaxies were colliding. A meeting astronomically abiding, all while breathless desires heightened. The peppered pass was a savored journey, a star-filled dance elegantly curving. Each winding with care yet left yearning. A connection long lasting deep in the... Continue Reading →

I can be in love, and on guard, there are no rules.

Share Your World – 11/13/2017

Do you ever sit on a park bench for more than ten minutes? I do! When you lose electricity in a storm, do you light the candles, turn on the flashlight or use your cell phone for light? I light... Continue Reading →

A Cup you can Count on

It's deliberate not to take it black today. I've learned from you to drink it this way, though I didn't want to give that away. So a touch of cream upholds my charade. I let you talk as I love... Continue Reading →

One Drive at a Time

Tensely shivering in my igloo exhaust, I wonder how long this defrosting will take. But then I allow my mind to get lost and my shoulders happily seize the break. I regain time by zipping through yellows, though I don't... Continue Reading →

An Ode to Love, not anyone.

It's likely I'll love you more than any other admirer has. Does it scare or make you refrain? or serenade you for my hand? I belt it out with fierce belief, like a girl before any grief. I will not... Continue Reading →

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