That feeling of a slow crackling burn turns within you chest.
You can feel it expand pushing fires of hatred through you mouth.
All the souls around you are burnt by your flames spurting from your mouth.
It was uncontrollable.
Sudden.
It scared me.
I could feel myself changing into a creature that wanted to hurt all my friends.
Is there a cure?
-Wright
Random Fits of writing
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Friday, August 3, 2012
Generations of Space
What can humans become?
We become what lies we tell ourselves.
What secrets we hide from the world devour ourselves from within.
The space around our bodies turn to ash as we exhale our oiled filth.
The only way we could possibly save ourselves is to give some good to our spawn.
We become what lies we tell ourselves.
What secrets we hide from the world devour ourselves from within.
The space around our bodies turn to ash as we exhale our oiled filth.
The only way we could possibly save ourselves is to give some good to our spawn.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Love's loss
A soft moon lit glow kissed the
waves of a pond’s edge. The glow caressed each wave as it moved within the
wind’s arms. Grass swayed and bowed to this dance before them.
The moon’s reflection on the water’s surface created a pool of endless time and energy.
The moon’s reflection on the water’s surface created a pool of endless time and energy.
Mountain ranges over time swallowed
the pool of water. It became buried within rock, never to have the sweet kiss
of the moon again.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Goodnight
Good-Night
I
wasn’t there to hold your hand, I wasn’t there to say good-night, and I wasn’t
there besides you not even for the entire night.
I wish I had been there to say a few golden
words, I wish I could’ve said them before you flew with the birds.
I wish I could’ve said them, I wish with all
my might, I only wish I could’ve said ‘Good-night.’
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
List Poem
By Kendall Wright
Man sitting across the way,
Watching my every move.
Man sitting across the way,
Staring with eyes of gold.
Man sitting across the way,
Smiling when I turn away.
Man sitting across the way,
Now walking my way.
Man sitting across the way,
Handing me a rose of frosted white.
Man sitting across the way,
Turns and leaves.
Man once sitting across the way,
Gives me hope.
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