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Name: Kendra
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 10/16/1986
Gender: Female


Interests: dancing.drawing (mostly using charcoal or pencil). painting. photography. music. going to shows.singing.playing my bass even though i suck and can't really play it.haha.people.(beautiful people amaze me).meeting people.making new friends.writing.(mostly poetry).school...shocker huh?.haha...life.
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Saturday, September 12, 2009

I often times forget

I often times forget
that the world is good
or was once
still is
i suppose
I often times forget
that people
were good
still are
i suppose
i often times forget
this beautiful
phenomenon
i am blessed with
but when i
remember
it is enough to
bring me to tears


Friday, December 15, 2006

unimportant

i wanted to yell at her for missing the grays,
they're in the branches, in the leaves!!
why can't you see?
and i became nautious at the thought
at my own stupidity.
it's not all black and white.
you're only dramatizing
to make it seem as that.
i don't even know you.
but i'm angry with you.
because i would give the world
for half of what you had.
ANY amount of what you had.
what you might still have.
and i wanted to yell at you,
because the whole damn picture is gray!
but how could i expect you to see?
-------------------------

it's not important anymore to me.


Sunday, November 26, 2006

today was: too

babe, he said.
and my stomach sank into his unsatisfied tone.
the ocean's too big, he said.
and i closed my eyes.
cause nothing's ever good enough.
nothing's ever anything, enough.
and we stood staring off into an open space
that wasn't so empty,
but it was too big.
and i'm too disconnected to care.
and i thought, maybe i should feel something.
and i thought, maybe i'm supposed to care.
but nothing's ever good enough.
nothing's ever anything, enough.
and i sat there contemplating.
and he sat there contemplating.
and then, we just turned and walked away.
in opposite directions, away, from each other.
because the ocean was too big,
and i couldn't care.
and nothing was ever good enough.
nothing is ever anything, enough.

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assembling pieces in timely fashion,
logically assessing colors and shapes
to fit them together as one.
start out simple...fewer bits, easy shapes, bold colors.
change is subtle.
become more and more alike
and grow much smaller
til you can hardly tell them apart.
mostly because you can't really see
and now the pieces don't ever seem to quite fit...

exactly.

but it's always been easy for me to fit them
to wrap my brain around the confusion
and put it into order, logically, organize.
don't really have to think at all...it just...happens.
but because i don't think, i don't really feel.
its boring
unexciting
colorless and dull.
and somehow, that's impressive? 
[to the mundane]
and there are moments where i lose my train of thought
and the pieces scatter
and maybe a couple will fall to the floor
and in my hurry to collect them all
a flash of vibrance overcomes me.
my cheeks will flush in the excitement.
and it's these moments of confusion
where the puzzle just doesn't fit,
these are the moments that i wait for.
because they remind me what it's like to feel.
remind me what it's like to be.
and in those moments, 
i lose the interest of the onlookers,
because they feel as if i've failed.
they are unimpressed because i couldn't hold it together,
and all i can think is...

thank God you've finally looked away...

[because now i can relax, 
with your eyes unfocused 
i'm finally allowed to just
be]


Sunday, November 19, 2006

To Keep:

to keep silent.
and silently keep still.
work around the order
(and keep order)
in order to fulfill.

cause you can hear them whispering
and you can feel the contracting
of the muscles in your jaw
as the taste of a bitter anger
overwhelms the tongue.
you see the stillness of the air
between the spitting of the words
and you plead for silence.
plead for distance
between you and this...
between you and them...
pleading with desperate insistence.

to keep silent.
and silently keep still.
work around the order
(and keep order)
in order to fulfill.


Tuesday, October 31, 2006

get over it

i'm getting over it, i can feel it, and i'm fighting it so hard. but i can't figure out why. why do i feel like i need it? i don't. my brain and my heart are on such different wavelengths, it's driving me crazy. i keep getting these awful panic attacks and i feel like they're [my brain and my heart] litterally fighting inside me. i'm about to crash...mentally. i honestly don't know how much more i can handle. i'm a lot stronger than i used to be, but this is definitely testing my limits.

i honestly want, just once, for someone to care about me as much as i care about them. i'm not talking about relationships in the since of boy girl, even just a friendship right now would be nice. but i feel like people aren't honest with me, and maybe that's my own deal, my own inability to trust, but really...how hard is it to just be straight up with someone? i would rather have a friend really really really hurt my feelings being honest with me, than to just skirt around the subject and pretend like everything is right.

i really need a friend right now. 



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