kendal-cooper
I'm usually listening to loud music, meditating, dancing, doing artwork, crafting, applying lipstick and practicing spirituality. I take each minute as it is thrusted towards me, as I am constantly on the verge of adventure. I am the human embodiment of love and I am oh so willing to share it with anyone. This is my life journey depicted through the words of the human tongue.
There's a storm raging in my eyes
And with it comes a force so strong
It'll knock you off your feet
So be careful
I'll destroy you if you aren't
Don't get too close
It might blow you away
My misty gale
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
I am an activist,
but I am indolent.
I am an artist,
who rarely produces craft.
I am a peaceful soul,
restricted by anxiety.
A destructive hippie.
Someone who is outspoken,
yet never heard.
A lover filled with despise.
A musician who resides in silence.
A Gemini born in July.
I cannot stand hypocrites,
I am one.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
i will ban
syntax
grammar
i will banish
sentences
phrases
clauses
i will evict
capitalization
i will exile
all punctuation
i will relegate all of these to the
circular file of written expression
it is time
at long last
for words to
squirm and falter
but ultimately prevail
in their singular
splendid
glory
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
No matter how strong I seem about the
subject of love...
I hope I PROVE MYSELF WRONG
I hope someone will love me
I don't want to FEEL EMPTY anymore
to the point where I am UNUSED VACANCY
I want to GROW old WITH SOMEONE.
But if not...
If SOMEONE WON'T LOVE ME
I'LL do what has to be done, DIE EARLY,
die LONELY, EMPTY, memories torturing me, searching for a soul to share with.
But you know LOVE doesn't EXIST.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 2:12 AM UTC
How long has it been
since the day we met?
But not in days
in heart beats.
How has my blood pumped
for you?
How many notes
in how many songs
that now sound of hollow noise.
What amount of teeth
have slipped out
from the lips of a smile?
How many were a facade?
And how many more
must pass before
I may close my eyes
and learn to forget.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
Throughout my short lifetime
a contradiction has passed through my ear canals many a times.
"People always change".
"People never change".
For awhile it riddled me
these silly little strings o' words.
It has now become clear to me,
an ever-flowing pool of freshwater.
Beings do adapt.
Evolve, rather.
Slowly.
The cells of our body split and die,
new tissue and organs form.
Follicles encase new hair that arises from our skin.
The person that we believed we knew so well,
extinct.
It brings fascination to me
that the things that may seem so common will one day be newborn experiences.
Reliving something old for the first time again,
refreshing ain't it?
And while change may not be the correct word for it, I disagree with the statement that "people never change".
We are all becoming someone new.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
#*Promises made by mortal man
Are rarely met by mortal hand
For though they strive to win your heart
Such passions land far from their start
They'll paint, so clear, a future bliss
And draw you in with blinding kiss
But just when you have bought the dream
Man finds pursuits more worthy to deem
Ambition, sport and other girls
Whose flattering words and smiles like pearls
Will tempt a fellow to leave his nest
And lie upon another's breast
'Tis pain so sharp you think you'll die
And tears aren't found enough to cry
A torture rack would be better friend
With all its tearing limb to limb
To have your innards disemboweled
Or face the fiercest lion's growl
Would be kinder punishment than this
From one who knew your ****** kiss
And yet within this darkest night
A hint of moonbeam's softest light
Might rise upon such blistered soul
And shine into its gaping hole
For romance still may spark a flame
And whisper to your heart by name
To woo you in your bleakest hour
With promises of healing power
Promises unlike the others you've known
Whose good intentions were quickly thrown
Away by the frailty of human flesh
When sin's entanglements did enmesh
No, this One's words are wholly sure
His heart and mind and will are pure
His faithfulness cannot be shaken
Nor His covenant love ever be taken
He chose you before He made the sun
And said to the Father, "I want that one!"
He searched you out through all your years
Through all your joys and pains and fears
And now He waits for you to grasp
That deepest pleasure lies in His clasp
That His own kiss brings highest delight
That His face is eye's sweetest sight
It's He alone Who can fill you up
And saturate your empty cup
When life has left you hollow and dry
And numb to further wish to try
When memories lie tarnished with stains
And not one worthy dream remains
He reaches in with perfect hope
That pulls you up like saving rope
And as He wipes tears from your eyes
He says to you: I am the Prize!
Take hold of Me and drink My love
Come sit with Me in realms above
For I have blessings prepared for you
That you've never imagined, but oh it's true
I long to give you all of Me
To draw you close and let you see
That in your pain you know Me best
That heart's rejection finds its rest
In this sweet fellowship of intimacy
Where you are made to look like Me
I'll give you love like you've not known
Enough to see your will o'erthrown
Enough to pour it out upon
That very one who did you wrong
For that one, too, knows thirst of soul
And needs My love to fill the hole
Which, though he's tried hard to ignore,
Pleads, "More and more and more and more!"
But if he never should respond
Still, that pure love will seal the bond
That ties you to My own heartbeat
For then you'll see My love complete
For though the world resists Me still
I love them fiercely and always will
I've known rejection like no other
From bride and kindred and friend and brother
And when you love through hate and scorn
A jewel within your heart is born
For then you glimpse My own heart's breaking
And learn My secrets of rarest taking
To rejoice in the face of bitter spite
Requires sure death but will invite
Your soul to dance in gardens of bliss
Where you will know My Lover's kiss
So come and dance with Me, make haste
There's no spare moment left to waste
Abundant life waits through this door
With thrills and pleasures evermore!*#
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
I wonder
How it would have been like if you had stayed
Would your parking spot would have been the same
Would your rustic tool box would have been in the shed
Or would an old copy of your favorite Tom Jones tunes,
would have played over and over
Every Sunday morning
It’s the little things we pondered the most
When hitting the ceiling
But we tried it in silence
Allowing the good times to simmer
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
death is an untruth
where one life ends
another begins
an organism dies
another feeds
consequently,
reproduction
clocks and dates
false
time is eternal
waves form
and break back into shimmering waters
as if recharging themselves
Where do You end?
Where do I begin?
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
When you stare at someone and feel like you are more strong your complete in a way that you cant explain..when all ur problems seem to end when you hear her voice when you find yourself smiling for no reason when you stare at her when sometimes you dream that she will be their with you watching the stars when a minute cant pass without you thinking of her when you envy or feel jelous when you see another boy talking to her when you become speechles everytime she stares at you just knw that you have fallen.. .nt in a ditch not in a dip hole but in love
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC