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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The Guys in Suits
The guy in the suit that lies and waits, looking for tenants to make a mistake. Making a list and checking it twice, until the day comes, to prove if they’re naughty or nice. up and down the elevator goes, we deliver items, mail, food – and people too. Some are nice, some are sneaky, and some just needs a really big binky.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
Unpridful Memories
A cat as black as day, with eyes as white as snow, cuddling and charmed with affection. Held on tight for support so much love and care with the humans that lay besides the black hair. Thoughts of you remain that becomes so dormant. Selfish lies with a turtle bye, you left a memory with visions of a never ending lullaby.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
Prideful Beginnings
You speak, but nothing is registered. As if you're being ignored or pushed aside. Small conversations are made to pass the time but soon becomes lost in translation. You were talking as if nothing happened but now questioning if you will be heard or not. Will the thing you said be understood? All the time wasted to build up what was believed to be happiness. Rules to change along the way & now being closer than before feeling like you've been used all over again.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Humans
Happy Times
I remember how you looked at me. Eyebrow raised and a cheek lifted to give a subtle smirk. The feeling you get when you’re around me. The safety and peace of just being there. Traveling to distances far and wide for experiences that brings you closer together.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
The Pride of a Caregiver
You wake up and you check the clock. You see the lights blinking, 6:30am you are surprised at the time because you typically wake up later and more groggy. You question reality for a bit but came back tune. You think to yourself it’s time to go back to work. You get up from bed and a chill of shivers run down your spine. A form of change opens up your mental state. You begin to wonder and think, there’s only me.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Longevity
The Act of a Mindful Reset
How do you start over? Some do it like a kamikaze: sell everything, Go to a new place, get a new job, build a new lifestyle. It seems so easy to do. On second thought, maybe not. Sometimes you have responsibilities holding you back and sometimes there’s no security blanket to have you covered.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Psyche
Shackles
You turn your head to see a beauty, up and down your eyes go. You cant help but continue to look in hopes to make an unknown connection. They give a quick look as to normally have the sense to look back. Shackled in anxiety and fear, you look away right before you give a look that lock eyes. In opposite directions you go and jitters with a warmth of the heart elevates. The anxiety comes and goes as the moment passes.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
Friday of Miracles
Different vibe that comes on through, a breathe of fresh air is what’s needed or two. Thoughts of breaking out and traveling afar, a French place of miracles, next to a barber shop. Wooden tables out on the sidewalk, line for hotdogs without dialogue. The only stand with such a big service windy times and nobody is nervous. Walking down the streets of Harlem, the vibe of food is not a conundrum, smell of burgers on the grill, hotdog buns gives foodies a thrill. People walk by just to say hi and sup, the community is so friendly when the sun is up. Close to summer where the ban is lifted, masks become optional and parties are gifted. So time to prepare and take flight, because we going in on this open day flight.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
The Eyes that Woke
Flat surface with a stag in the middle. Hard time to rise so you cover yourself to remain little. Light that’s beaming and prevents further sleep, repeated toy story and counted sheep. Full body paralysis and mind gone blank, some water and stretching, with money in the bank. Morning routine that’s too early to swell, construction and banging can just go to hell. All these thoughts that's filled with desire, contemplating release, writer for hire. Fortnite player and twitch streamer on site, back and forth mind games, what a beautiful delight. Finally up and ready for the day, a constant reminder that I'm still gay.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
Random Thoughts
Anxiety strikes as you wake from slumber, triggers high and memories fodder. Overthinking and silence is a given, glued to your bed while your phone is submissive. Thoughts and patterns get jumbled out of sorts, mystery items that’s filled with quartz.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
