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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High Tide of A Mushroom Stride
In the space so warm and wild, consuming lights so pastel and kind. I move through you just to feel so safe, until I wake up realizing I’m blazed. Swirling colors that’s pulsing through rhythm, music notes chimes while even the air beats a system. Time moves forward as you sit in silence. Gaze upon the beauty and chaos that is life. Stars form and barriers break, babies are born while death is easy to take.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Humans
Mystery of You
Mystery becomes so filled with curiosity. 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.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Psyche
Mistaken Heart
A time away and a tug at the heart causes it to beep. Having our own path to take, I focus on me and growing beyond belief. Practicing teachings and taking care of the inner child that is within. Love I tried to experience and it crumbled to pieces. I ventured to different lands in search for hope and peace, only to find trauma and scars that will forever run deep. As I struggle to heal and build new walls, I focus to protect that inner child that never got the love he deserved.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
Collapsing on the Edge
When the world collapse and you give in to power, you see such light that governs and devours. Powered by strength, held deep within, love for you and yourself is how together we shall win. Battle the battles like everyone else, being unique to each other is how witches felt. Circled together around the cauldron smoke, whispering words and engulfing old folk. Winter wonderland to chill out the flames, snow flurries, and frozen gaze. Time to amp up and freeze the night, battle these creatures with your powers of might.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
Walls
Once upon a time you lived inside my head, now just a memory I feel for you instead. Hallow as night you build your guard, only to give hints at who you truly are. So many walls that you care to admit, fear and shame is what doesn’t let you give in. You value yourself to the point of arrogance, give no ish unless to educate or care for someone indefinite.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Humans
Toothpaste
A moment to yourself. Nothing to think about but your daily routine. Brush teeth, shower, and things seem to be normal as they should. At a moment's strike, you find it in the mirror. Tears roll down your face. You find it hard to breathe as you brush your teeth. you continue to brush until the tears become overwhelming. The saliva forces you to swallow some toothpaste and you can't help but weep. You begin choking on the toothpaste and you stop so you’re not found on the floor.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
Shifting Mortality
You said we are equals but is that true now? You become two while I’m stuck in one. I was warned about you and set to prepare for practice. You hide behind your words as if it’s your superpower. You treat a pet like a child, with negative reinforcement with toxic words. Like a toy you’re willing to throw it away when it gives you more trouble than peace. Similar to a newborn child, the pain comes more than the pleasure. The joys arrive in between the annoyance. Babies need patience and guidance—no torment and neglect. Like a fire when you see a spark, you’re ready to blow it all up and go for the tragedy. Damaged thoughts rage in as the unthinkable surfaces.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
3 Pillars of Shame
Friendzoned I was the one that wanted to be your exception. The one that made the difference for you. You closed your heart to everyone and yet, once you entertained dating, I wasn’t even on the list. Friend zoned again only to be someone’s braids maid but never the bride. You laid your statement so it’s clear to me, yet I’m still led on like Nicolas cage to bees.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Humans
Heart or Peace
Pain comes and goes but torture feels forever. You ride a wave but the tides never show. You become overwhelmed by what’s going on, and you can even realize how it became all wrong. Step after step you try to move forward, push yourself to do things, only to fall downward.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Journal
On the Edge to Darkness
I feel like losing myself. I feel like falling into this drug that is you. You stay dormant in my head in front of the King of nightmares. You are holding keys to my heart that I fight to have. I opened my life to you only to find more wounds to be dug deeper. This drug feels so familiar. Like a drug that makes you an addict. I don’t know why or how to stop. I took a break and found a way to stop. I even moved on to a different type of drug just to erase you. Still, you emerge as if a lost soul looking for grievances.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
Lingering Heart
Who do you think you are? Stepping into a life so pure, changing perspective and expecting more. We were just friends who help each other grow, and now you live in my head wanting me to love you forever more—breaking me down from light to shadow, making me hate to love and the things that follow. Hurting in doses like a disease in transit, loving someone else now feels like roaches on the carpet.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Humans
Dark Feelings
Numb to the pain you look to the bright side, engulfed with jealousy when darkness laughs and you can't hide. People try to help while they are part of the cause, but the mind takes over as you forget to pause. Mental Illness is not fun and games, triggers can't be controlled but may be contained. Turn it off so no one can hear, the yelling from loved ones, that's in your ears. Emotions cause problems so throw them away, Let logic and pleasure be your guiding way. Noises of joy and love at your expense don't make you sick but damage your pathway. You think you want what others have, but maybe it's something you believe you will never have.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Psyche
