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the Periodic Writer

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

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Resist to Regret – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

Resist to reclaim- pressure builds, then caves. Soon lungs collect to fill space that was left. Resist to revive any words beyond mine. Soon fingers crack recording all I lack. Resist to believe what you say, for what I see.... Continue Reading →

If Rings Could Strut – A Poem

My house is a hoard of coasters.  Each night I round them up from their strut across my tables.  They multiply but most stay dry for I take in few guests these days.  Still I don't know why they spill out as a reminder.  You... 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.

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 →

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 →

Timing is Everywhere. Is it time to drop the anchor down? I've seen what fun lies floating around. Sailors look on, as I cast to the abyss. Stare until swallowed, sinking all would-haves with. The boat still rocks, but the... Continue Reading →

Writing for Keeps

It's when I'm quiet you should worry. If your effect still finds pulse in this quill, then there's a chance I'll keep you with me.

Glad I Kept You.

Time moves me and I forget, until I fall on things you left. I tried hiding each around to make them hard to narrow down. But spot a bottle you helped dry, it's almost sad I didn't cry. I should... Continue Reading →

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