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the Periodic Writer

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

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Ultimate Mood Ring – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

I witness reflections of life off oceans I often fly by. Zone out at the greatest depths, though marvel most creatures calcified. Pumpkin patches now serve snow cones which help me forget warming woes. But plants adrift across the sea... Continue Reading →

Awkward Moments

I stood awkwardly in the janitor's closet of my therapist's office for a few minutes before working up the nerve to leave.  I was worried that the foundation of positive thinking stitched together in the last 55 minutes could be tangled,... Continue Reading →

Like That – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

I bled on the snow for six blocks until I embraced the unnatural chill at my ungloved tip, followed by a pulse I imagine in moments like this. To think it must be sealing just as quickly as the sound in my mind. It's not, so I... Continue Reading →

Preparing – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

When I was a bird, I found seed beyond all of my wildest needs. But it's turned colder, the babes are older. I haven't sunflowers to feed. I always thought suitable mates were those who could talk with big gaits.... Continue Reading →

City Habitat – Haiku

Sirens resounding, 2 AM a bottle breaks. Locks are checked again.

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 →

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.

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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