“There is nothi…
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
― Ernest Hemingway
I seen this quote one day and thought to myself that this is exactly right. For me writing helps me through anything and everything that I do. Making it through the day without writing something is really heartbreaking and when I do write it’s like bleeding my feelings, hurt, and fantasies out onto a paper or the keyboard. Afterwards I’m like a brand new person, I feel so refreshed. So people out there who need to poor their anger, sadness, happiness, etc. Write it all down I guarantee it will help you through anything, unless you are a painter or so on than do that (:
Through the Trees
I do a little photography here and there, I’m not very good but I do it for my own pleasure. I have a deviantart for it and also for my writing and other artwork.
Bloody Rose
I’m getting tired of all the noise in my head
the things it’s telling me to not understand
it hurts to look in a different direction
not facing the truth and taking down the enemy
feeling free of hate and the angst that I love
trying so hard not to hate the person I am
bring out the wasted time that you thought I was in
running in circles isn’t a crime
the crime is taking your own life, with a gun
You won’t stop till you reach the moon
for now just make it to the top
rising up to reach for the stars
nothing can beat the feeling of that
Can you describe what can’t be seen
or have you thought that you just don’t believe
trying so hard not to hate the person I am
bring out the wasted time that you thought I was in
running in circles isn’t a crime
the crime is taking your own life, with a gun
please don’t give me that bloody rose
because it just doesn’t fit my image
I can’t just stop and rest for all my life
I have to get up and find what i’m looking for
trying so hard not to hate the person I am
bring out the wasted time that you thought I was in
running in circles isn’t a crime
the crime is taking your own life, with a gun
The first chapter of the book I’m writing
The first chapter of the book I’m writing
It’s about a girl whose friend/roommate died in the hands of an evil doctor. She soon finds out that the doctor was actually after her instead of her friend.
Not the best story but I’m working on it (: I also have the next chapter if you guys a interested
Fear No Evil
Fearing no evil is not being perfect
The only thing wrong with that
is no one seems to think you are
Some just curse the skies
and bow their heads to pray
Not knowing the difference
between right and wrong
But pointing ten fingers at all the
prideful sinners
You know when to stop those cries of hatred,
but take hurtful words to heart
You thoughts aren’t clear of what
you are trying to prove
They don’t tell you what to do
just spit out what you mean
Make it so the whole world hears
Don’t change your mind
And yell out to the people
who need to know the truth
Life isn’t always easy so take this
opportunity and let your soul do the talking
Thank you and Hello (:
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I haven’t properly introduced myself on here, I was pretty much waiting until I get a little bit of people following me at least 😛
Well my name is Kendra. I went on here looking to see more people’s writing and photography, since I do the same. I love reading other people’s works they inspire me so much. Also I love reading in general so I can enhance my vocabulary (:
Well anyways I would like to thank you guys for following me and hopefully I can get more ^.^
Enjoy my writing and some photography
Loneliness
I’ve been feeling all types of things
running through my mind
its terrifying to let go of the thoughts
but letting go is the only thing I got
running free and living like nothing really happened
spending our whole lives cooped up in a hole
sitting here waiting till you get home
trying so hard to not pass by
the clock is staring at me with a face of failure
reading lines that i’ve heard over and over again
can you tell me something worth my time
i’m begging you please don’t go
hurting isn’t the only thing that is locked away
treating me the way you want to doesn’t feel right
speaking with words that i dont want to hear
troubled and alone
wasting my precious hours away
listening to that clock again and again
nothing is bringing tears to my eyes except you
you don’t listen to what i have to say
sitting here waiting till you get home
trying so hard to not pass by
the clock is staring at me with a face of failure
reading lines that i’ve heard over and over again.
so begin at the end and never look back
systems shut down weather or not your ready
walking down that road isn’t so happy
no not like before
the ringing in your ears keep pressuring you
do you still feel the same
can you even fuction anymore
the waves coming through and through
do you notice it now
the way you did me
sitting here waiting till you get home
trying so hard to not pass by
the clock is staring at me with a face of failure
reading lines that i’ve heard over and over again.
Feelings of a Child
I’m tired of all the tricks
the unsatisfied emotions
being left out and thrown away
this hurt is only tearing up my pain
truth be told nothing can break me
but only rip me apart
let the joking aside and be true to yourself
i cant let that down
people tell me dont be that way
trust the heart and not the brain
either one is telling me no
In my words I speak
On my feet I stand
In music I feel free to take a step
In art I speak my thoughts
My writing I triumph over my feelings
thats when things stop for a second
I look back and breath
smile and let everything go
but a dark cloud keeps hovering over
taking all my happiness out
devouring my soul
and tricking my mind into blackness
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I pout
But you will never get me to shout
I’m a feble soul that never gets old
Take me home to where I belong
I don’t want to be left alone
Glass Eyes
In the night we stand,
We stare as we look through glass eyes,
Souls never withstand the heartless bodies,
But the curse of the darkness will take us in,
Feeding off our lifeforce,
Stealing our energy,
Only in the light will our true nature resurface,
Our bodys move with the strings,
We are free, but with this freedom,
Comes heartbreak,
We shall not love them,
The humans, the uncursed humans,
Our curse will not be broken,
For we were made for your enjoyment,
A human will not come to love our lifeless bodies,
They feel nothing but mockery,
This curse is forever and unending,
As dolls we shall never move on our own,
Poetry For the Soul 