The Kind Quill
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The Kind Quill serves as a writer's blog to entertain, humor, and/or educate readers and viewers alike on the stories that move us and might feed our inner child
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Existential Cynicism
How do you do this? It took over three decades for you to get where you are but this is something that shouldnt have happened. You took your time with things, you grew up faster than anyone else around you. You let others have the upper hand but what are you supposed to tell a teenager when their life flashes before their eyes? we ant all epect some miracle to happen. There is no magical click that would put you back in line with every one of these living creatures that are supposed to be part of your "community". Scared, frightened, unnerved. Feelings that a child should never have to cope with, but they do.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Poets
Fallen Angels
In this road of dark corner ditch, fluffy white tail and ears quite orange. You mask yourself in tons of delight, bringing joy, breathing light. With the good comes the hard, the dark and the far. You try your best to be so good that your young intentions can no longer hide what’s under the hood. Stepped up the game and focused on the past, made aware of the truth so trauma wouldn’t lose.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Poets
Falling Colorblind in Autumn
To the one that made me feel, thank you. The peace and calmness you brought me is the luxury I feel in myself. The joys in happiness and the smells of what we call connections. Purity in innocence and candle wax dripping, I fall for you like pedals, naturally falling from its flower. Inspiration and fantasy are what you gave to me, the strength to move and the power to be moved. My guard falls down faster than the light can see, I check myself more than once, so I make sure I can still be me.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
Neverending Crowd of the Skies
The Crowd of the Climb that’s separate from others, a path that’s different from many other colors. You seek out guidance, only to hit roadblocks, you come to a halt, to find yourself more tuff. You doubt your abilities due to your past, but you realize the path, is the right one at last. Those that travel along your way, are ones that pass by and the real ones stay. The experiences you share, that brought discomfort, made you build as a person and boost that growth spurt. You overthink and double-check your thoughts, because the people you focus on, are the ones that you care about too much.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Poets
Haunted, Spooky, Scary Time
Waking early to get a start in life, only to fall by the wayside and give up on stride. Back in a corner against all odds, wondering what’s next in life, before we lose it all. Quarantine time where all was home, some was out there, some became alone. A weekend to a busy work week, while you get no sleep and fear the deep. Like puppets with string, we feed the system, move along and carry the wisdom. Knowledge of pain and struggle that we face, stitched to life, that should no longer break.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
The Skeleton Horror of Peace
Days of the haunted come lay waste by my side, as the ghouls and witches flow through the night. I venture forth paths familiar, to find the truth of life for my own debuter. A virgin to life and all its realities, constantly thinking where we all would be. Validity of self and what it is all about, seeking peace within yourself without feeling codependent for others' health. Feelings of clarity and the choice one makes, must only be for the love, that you, yourself haven't made.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Horror
Anime Vibes
Bright eyed future and white tailed fox, traveling through a well with fear and doubt. A battle with trauma and anxiety that had it’s take over, making me think that’s it’s always game over. No longer trapped, I see a way out, a tool of mine, to battle it out. I see and understand what keeps us same, to make sure we are real, by feeling pain. Weapons of purity, shining darkness beauty, raised from the heavens to trick the cruelty. Sidewinder aces on crystal gem bases, flowing with power as the dark lie in cases. Inuyasha demon that’s half on it’s side, strength of the tetsusaiga, jewel shards align.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Poets
Talking to the (non) Hate
Why can’t I talk to you? I talk to you about happy things. I even express my sad things, but when it comes to casual things, I can’t talk to you. You joke about the insecurities. Pretend that it’s ok because it’s for laughs. When it honors you and not the other is funny right? You don’t even know and yet if called out, you’re the one that feels guilty and runs away. I feel sad when I can’t talk to you. The things you do become things that can change over time but I won’t be the one who finally changes you because that’s all you. Sometimes I feel the more we get to talk, the more we get to know each other, we grow. When you talk about love and lust, I want to think you’re talking about me. In reality, you could be talking about your ex. How your relationship went, or how things around you remind you of what used to be.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Humans
Moments of Weakness
At the moment of loneliness you think about one person. One feeing that makes you happy. You choose to focus on the things that make you happy so you don’t have to feel so lonely. Sometimes it works. Most times it makes you more sad because you are not feeling that now. Times of isolation and loneliness, you think about one thing more than before. From a touch to their warmth. The feeling overcomes you because in those moments of loneliness it becomes all that brings you joy.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Psyche
Who am I to Call to Arms no more
Who am I? Am I the one who wears his heart on his sleeve or the one who connects with people too easily. Am I too damaged to be loved or a hopeless romantic that love so deeply that people are afraid to go so far? Am I really funny or do I laugh at my insecurities and uncomfortable situations? Am I really so negative or do I have a hard time showing my true colors due to the numbness I feel from the shame and rejection that’s been built on me. Am I really a demisexual or do I find it difficult to be truly intimate and connect with potential future partners.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Pride
Dark to Light, Chaos of You
When the rise comes down like a fall. The life of the many is all but unique. Screw it all most would say and just focus on you. For those where it doesn’t come easy, a rollercoaster of crazy and a struggle with yourself to consume your soul with darkness. Like characters from kingdom hearts, you lie in wait for someone to dive in to save you. For someone who is spiritually known for relying on yourself events of the past, that’s set on repeat. Constantly changing and forming your way of life until you are unable to take control of the wheel. As much as you yell and shout the darkness still has held.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Pride
An Unexpected Union of Mystery
An unexpected union that came to past. A lover's quarrel that just wouldn’t last. Two brothers who came back from a long journey, now subtle common folk in a potato farm and a brewery. To much delight, they live off the lane, with a ham sandwich and dirty hands. Back and forth they struggle for inspiration, scribble down notes in hopes for a new creation. Not much to say but they are simple and clean, one has a boyfriend, and his name is Eugene.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Fiction
