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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Snowy Footsteps of Repetition
The snowfall as I approach to you. Heavy boots makes it feel like a mission. Connecting quickly doesn't seem to vast, words are words but they don't last. I come off too strong and repeat my intentions, only to realize, that the opportunities has not risen to occassions. Actions speak louder than words and yet all we can do is play the waiting game. Wait for my words to be cemented with the actions that will then be complimented. The more it happens the more it shows, how I can be either all talk, or I smother before the possible no show.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Fiction
A Happy Tragedy of a Condo Hoarder
I sleep with you. Aside with you on the bed. You provide comfort after all is done and said. You trash the place from top to bottom. I provided support when you robbed that condo. Looking for treasure because we lost something special. Anger and rage elevated. A happy tragedy assimilated.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Poets
Just Like Me
What am I doing throwing myself at you like this? I have self control. I have self reliance. What makes me so enthralled with you? You may not be a mystery but you seem to be everything. Everything that I could be working for. The vision of a future where I see it all come to pass. The one experience sparked what charmed phoebe saw in her vision sometime ago. A premonition of what’s to come. Not knowing when but seeing what could be. So smooth how it all fits into place. The conversations and the connection. I wonder what happened or where I went wrong.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Confessions
Vocal Visionaries #200
On cold days like today. You make your favorite cup of coffee or hot cocoa. Sit next to a fire or the windows and watch the snow fall. You even watch the leaves fall if the weather is like that. You reminisce about the experience you‘be had and what happens next. You find something so great as this platform where you can experience your thoughts and exercise your creativity. To much wonderment of how far this collection will go. To grow as big and for as long as it has you can’t help but be grateful. Though, the work doesn’t end. Much to still learn and express.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Humans
Algorithm of Emotions
Algorithm of emotions does not exist. What I mean is, what we feel isn't not the same as following a ruleset to define what we must feel if conditions are met. I ruled the day that I would be overruled. To meet someone like me was to meet someone old and not new. You came at random and I dispute your own catfish, your friends disregarded, the goals you had was not mine to share. So much alike that we are actually different. You hated chocolate while I was indifferent. You saw the world as a need for order. Do things your way because it's better and causes no torture. To imagine that I had a future with someone I had fun with, became open and communicative so nobody can plead the fifth. Finally able to think for myself and to be, or so I thought.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Confessions
Mr. Hello, Goodbye. Top Story - December 2023.
Hello Mr hello. You tease me with your words of oh! You show me how you care and yet I can't seem to go for dessert. What holds bards is the grim of the past. Not fear but caution. Flags is what is being looked out for but are we looking for flags to find an excuse, or because on paper things are better checked out. Memories of the past rise as you reminisce about those that came before.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Humans
The Price of Sacrifice
The journey to self is long. The price you pay to obtain greatness is to give in to the process. Lose yourself, give up the faith, break down your walls, in order to emerge beyond your grace. Find new strength with the knowledge anew, come up for air so you can remember the core of you. For when it’s done you won’t believe, the person that’s you, isn’t the one that everybody use to see.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Poets
High Tide of A Mushroom Stride
In the space so warm and wild, consuming lights so pastel and kind. I move through you just to feel so safe, until I wake up realizing I’m blazed. Swirling colors that’s pulsing through rhythm, music notes chimes while even the air beats a system. Time moves forward as you sit in silence. Gaze upon the beauty and chaos that is life. Stars form and barriers break, babies are born while death is easy to take.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Humans
Mystery of You
Mystery becomes so filled with curiosity. It gives curiosity and wonderment. Nowadays mystery becomes only for those in introduction. whether you are meeting someone new or getting to know someone. The idea of figuring out someone early on is both frightening and beautiful because you want to know more.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Psyche
Mistaken Heart
A time away and a tug at the heart causes it to beep. Having our own path to take, I focus on me and growing beyond belief. Practicing teachings and taking care of the inner child that is within. Love I tried to experience and it crumbled to pieces. I ventured to different lands in search for hope and peace, only to find trauma and scars that will forever run deep. As I struggle to heal and build new walls, I focus to protect that inner child that never got the love he deserved.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
Collapsing on the Edge
When the world collapse and you give in to power, you see such light that governs and devours. Powered by strength, held deep within, love for you and yourself is how together we shall win. Battle the battles like everyone else, being unique to each other is how witches felt. Circled together around the cauldron smoke, whispering words and engulfing old folk. Winter wonderland to chill out the flames, snow flurries, and frozen gaze. Time to amp up and freeze the night, battle these creatures with your powers of might.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
