"kendall" poems
last year,
you fell in love with a boy
that only wanted your virginity
and you gave it to him on a silver platter
so you could remember what love feels like
but babygirl,
it's not love
if he only loves you for what's between your legs
it's not love
if the only thing he compliments you on
is the way your hips are formed
it's not love
if every time you said no
he ignored it
that boy is not your lungs
you can breathe without him,
i promise
he is not your atlas
never let someone
that doesn't care about the way
your continents took form
hold your world on their shoulders
*because when they crumble,
you will too*
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
As a Sports Illustrated model it's no secret that she has the ability to turn heads.
So as Hannah Ferguson marked day 30 of LOVE magazine's video advent she did so in smouldering fashion to ensure her debut was not easily forgotten.
Showing off her moves to the sound of Drake's Hotline Bling, the 23-year-old owned the shoot as she cavorted in a slashed corset dress.
Whipping her hair back and forth, Ferguson appeared to forego underwear beneath the daring form fitted number.
Becoming the definition of sensual, a pair of sheer stockings and Giuseppe Zanotti black patent leather lace-up stilettos completed the cover girl's look.
With her hair worn in its natural state, the beautiful blonde's striking blue eyes are lined with kohl liner while her pout is coated in a shade of **** lipstick.
Preened to perfection, the two minute clip is formatted in slow motion as the Texan beauty, who resides in the Big Apple, seductively gyrated on the floor.
In the film Hannah also displays her comical side as she flashed her pearly white while attempting to do the 'Stanky Leg' dance.
Ferguson's debut sees her join the likes of Kendall Jenner, Cara Delevingne, Rita Ora and Adriana Lima who all featured in the 2015 edition of the online countdown to the new year.
The LOVE magazine advent calendar, now in its fifth year, has seen an influx of 8.2 million views since launching on December 1.
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Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
Dimly lit motel rooms
Dried tears of runaways on the vintage carpet floor
Emotions stain the walls like cigarette fumes
There’s a bible in the nightstand drawer
A reminder that there’s a piece of peace hidden amongst the chaos
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 5:26 PM UTC
Maiden. Lovely Humble displayed so far
And kept your Virgin-Cloth from Sharks despite
Witnessed his Meet - then Tweet his Time would Par
Hoping your Fine Reply would Glaze his Sight
Though in my Views by your Royalty known
From your Famed Elders mummed your Darling Head
Though many Tempters stake to have you Blown
Praised on your Decide for Common Life instead
Rather - the Keek - as Private Expressions flow
And caused your Degree of Healthy Fame renew
Snip-Videos swarm; Since caught his Eye behold,
If Open for your Sentiments be True.
Once more Un-Known my Pillared Hands can Spare
To Brand your Virtues if his Daring Hands fare.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
his name was kendall
a beautiful boy
even though his nose was rather large
like soMETHING ELSEEE
there was james
emo as hell
but not really
it was just his hair idk
logan was there too
he had a brain
keep me coming
carlos also
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
Through the Glittering Seas brought your Survive
Which both your Good Ends managed to Perform
From my Views placed Honours to your Guide
And Pray that such will Sustain your Reform
Having much by Models and Sects thereof
With Voices astound then doomed to Interpret
Of all your Best Efforts labelled by Thought
Thrown to the Bin then Destroy your Effect
Such the Life of Stars. Which their Moons un-sate
Evenly known my Thickest Shields weather
Though your Entourage betray such Rebate,
Cancel Late Programs then find Another.
So Still Friendships be; By Modest acclaim,
The Simpler the Form; The Greater the Fame.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
Welcome to Men Tal's Asylum
Would you like a room?
Oh, you're here for a visit?
Don't keep your hopes up, soon will come your doom
You see that man in the rocking chair?
Why, that's Old Sir James
He was a devoted knight
Who loved to play horrid games
And that girl giggling to herself?
That's little Mary
She killed both her parents
Convinced she sacrificed them to a fairy
Those twins in the corner?
That's Tommy and Sue
They burned the town folk
And even ate a few
The regal woman in the straightjacket
Is Queen Opal Mead
She killed her son and husband
And crazily laughed her head
The boy being restrained over here?
That is Kendall Fair
He killed his sister an hour ago
And ate all of her hair
Our last and final stop is a room
A mirror and bad news, don't you see
Those patients you saw never existed
But your stay here is free!
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
It’s Saturday morning, and even though it’s Thanksgiving break, Lisa and I are in her bedroom, in NYC, studying.
“Ok,” Lisa stops, looks up and says, “give me a *** symbol.”
“I.. I don’t have one on me.” I say, apologetically.
“NAME one.” she clarifies.
“Are there *** symbols” anymore?” I say, with air-quotes, “Who’s “Marilyn Monroe” today - Kim Kardashian - oooo - or Kendall Jenner?”
“I read Emily Ratajkowski refer to herself as a *** symbol the other day.” Lisa says.
“Is that the model that said she was groped at a naked photo-shoot?” I ask, as I google her.
“Yeah,” Lesa nods, “but it was a naked music video shoot.”
“Do you think I could model?” I ask, as I pose vampingly. “Be unflinchingly honest.” I request.
“Hhmmmm,” she considers, framing me in a finger rectangle pretend camera. “You’re like Marilyn Monroe,” she says, “in a training bra.” We burst out laughing
“Back to the subject,” Lisa says, “name a guy you think of as a *** symbol.”
“Humphrey Bogart!“ I say.
“Humphrey Bogart?? No!” she rejects him, wrinkling her nose, “too old-timey and dead, besides, he was a MOVIE star - come ON, a real one - SAY!”
Michael Gandolfini!” I offer.
“Michael Gandolfini??” she says, sounding stumped as her fingers google him.
*I make a dreamy “mmmm,” yummy sound.
“Oh, my GOD,” she says, and looks up for confirmation. “Humphrey Bogart and Michael Gandolfini - HONESTLY, you have the WEIRDEST taste!”
I was shocked, “No, seriously, don’t you think Michael looks kind of soft, cute and.. LUVable?”
She groans, “You’re going to marry an ugly man someday - aren’t you?” She pronounces, shaking her head.
“AM NOT!” I responded, throwing a pillow at her head (a pillow fight ensues).
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 9:02 PM UTC
as she's
so felt this
way too
but her
slits between
thighs array
with shirts
that she
skirt her
ludicrous
beliefs that
really miss
tan lines
round her
gluteus maximus
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
is it bad
to want
to confirm
to know
whether someone
is gay
or false
by gay
i meant
meow killa
by false
i meant
straight and
a bore
because one
thing is
for sure
someone is
a unicorn
kendall jenner
of course
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
I want to whisper words that echo timelessly throughout your whimsical world and tell you everything's going to be okay.
Lay you down and hear the sound of soft and effervescent love.
Will you stand juxtaposed at my supposed opposing opinion?
I need your love.
I need your life.
Without it time is pointless.
Careless.
Endless.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
What has the World Come to?
What has the world come to?
We stand at the curb of the church we just exited,
Our friends passing by, messing with the rest of it.
Their mouths not filtering what they say.
Their bibles replaced with crack *******
Our teachers told us, “Think before we speak.”
What about our actions out on these streets?
With all the muggings, **** and war,
What were they ever teaching for?
To let some children out on their own.
To be knocked off their holy throne?
To be convinced and influenced,
That violence won’t ruin what we have known.
And now we have kids, barely teens,
Minors who speak what they mean,
No matter how hurtful
How broad,
They still get their point across.
To the girl at night,
Sitting on her bed.
Calling the National Suicide Hotline,
Due to all the blood thrushing out her head.
To the guy holding a gun,
At the store across the street,
Meetings ends with,
Whomever he meets.
To the middle aged ****** predator,
Eyeing his next female acting,
When they were,
Never really asking,
For the lashing.
And now our children look up,
To people who skip hook ups.
Go straight to the beds,
Not resting their heads.
Drugging the girl they just saw,
And opening her jaw.
Giving her tasks beyond her will,
Not even letting her swallow the pill.
What has the world come to?
A black man getting called out
By the police officer
Just cause he looks suspicious
For what?
Being a black man?
Mommy finding out
Daddy isn’t coming home tonight
He got shot up by the officer,
Who was white.
What has the world come to?
Riots in New Orleans.
Shops filled with magazines of
Plastic beauty queens.
Kendall Jenner is making a stand,
With her wealthy family,
Of rich botox clans.
What has the world come to?
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 4:57 PM UTC
theres something in you
I've been shown
that something there
has only grown
something has been there for so long
and please correct me if I'm wrong
about it, ill go on and on
id hate to be there when its gone
the more i know and do adore
the more i want to know you more
if lately I've been acting strange
it is because nothing has changed
so take from this just what you will
if all else fails
ill be there still.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
So for a long time i've searched trough every rock of life
for some form of validation of my personla purpose
and i've been through the popular stage...
the slutty for boys stage...
the paris hilton wears pink everyday stage and puts herself above everyone stage...
than the misfit stage...
and oh this stage it stood out amongst the rest
i was so intersted in it
and it felt like i hit home
like i could do anything
and i mean i really like what these people stand for
Miley Cyrus, Kendall Jenner, stoners, lady gaga, gay people, different people
....and for a while i've felt like this is where i belong finally
like i belong with people who don't give a **** and people who get me, and all black weird clothing wearers
with dyed hair, who listen to punk n gaga
like it felt right for a while but now it feels like all my other stages
it feels all wrong
like idk...
im trying to hard to fit in
and truth is
my place is in my heart
i belong to myself
with my own heart
i fit in with God and myself
and that's all i need
i fit in no where on this earth
for me....
im through needing validation
for my life....
i define my own life
the purpose may not be apparent at times but i now its there and its in my heart
and it's there for eternity
my worth, my loves, my everything
lies within my place....
my heart
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
Winnie, I'll take you over Albert Finney.
You remind me of the city.
Kendall,your legs are nice.
They add just the right spice.
Tishtish, you don't even go tisk tisk
On your way to sheshe
Who doesn't go heehee
At all.
On a necessary ball.
Ramona, I know I'm not your Joe Bolona
And you can tell you don't have to use
The tona.
Georgia, I bet you remember Portia. Faces. Life
You're that right.
On and on.
Yeah my latest cluster.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC