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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EASTER Time of Reflection
You wake up to a cool breeze. Dark as night your alarm hits a high. You shut it off for 5min but you really want 5 more hours. You lay there, in silence. As if to be meditating but really to look around your room. The space you now call home and wonder if this is it. All the years and experience brought you to this. Back in your child home where all you have is memories of happy times and surrounding reminders of what was. No dating, no boys or even intimate connections. Just happy memories that made you happy to be alive.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Humans
Final Fantasy
We cant be friends but i want to pretend. Pretend that you said yes. Pretend that you said sorry and want to try and make it work. I want to pretend that you felt the same sparks as I. To think you made me feel like no one else did and yet, I shared with you my heart, my love. You pushed me away because you couldn’t process. You pushed me away when you didn’t understand. When you didn’t get what a pure of heart is. What it feels like to get natural love and care.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Humans
The Ten that Lost their Zen
There's such a thing with mystery. 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. The more you learn about someone the more you either want to see more of them or create distance. The more you grow into this world the more aware of the world that comes to your way, The things that hide in the shadows blooms more into what we hide behind from our insecurities.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Humans
Misplaced Earrings
Earrings so gold and black. Like icicle spikes that dangles from a ball so small. A black eye silhouetted with golden liners and yet, it sits in the center of the earring where the spikes lay. These pair of 2’s that wears on both ears, is made to staple a show we’ve experienced, and played. A gift of some sort from someone so dear. A high school friend who’ve parted and now entered revered. These earrings have yet to arrive. Soon it will be exchanged, soon it will be renamed.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Fiction
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 Quill3 years ago in Poets
