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.
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
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
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
but darling, tis not this weight you should be concerned with
bearing weight means strength
strength translates into courage
courage
each cell within your painted body
recreating pictures within moments
so you can adapt to the world's mysterious colors
colors
the gradient of your eyes
a scale model of the cosmos surrounding us
you and I
I
a collision of rocks in space
given the grand most title of a comet
comet
I may be this "brilliant comet"
but a comet cannot exist alone in this void of infinity
maybe I am this comet
but it is undoubtable that I need gravity
gravity
but darling, tis not the weight you should be concerned with
it is the strength of your gravity that yearns for your focus
so maybe I am your brilliant comet
but you are pulling me
my miraculous gravity
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC