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.

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.

Mountain ranges over time swallowed the pool of water. It became buried within rock, never to have the sweet kiss of the moon again.

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.’

I have to create a setting with a character. If anybody wants to do it with me I would love to! It would be really fun to write with other people. Message me.

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.

Choice poem

Stars Above

In a darkened plain, without human light,
I stare up into the night,
To the stars above, so bright,
Glittering in the dark, dancing with delight.

I have a loyal friend above height,
In the dark sky alight,
A star glittering bright,
O friend, guide me upon my way this night.

Just to let you guys know some of these are school assignments..Too much writing lately so sorry.

Choice

By Kendall Wright

                A warm touch turned into a cold wet grasp. The careless hands took a small baby from the Father’s protective hold.

                They carried the child into a dark prison that resembled a house; a house that had been shrouded.

                A hideous body cradled the small gift. A body that was masked with a smiling face.

As soon as the Father left, the mask shattered. Boiling ooze sputtered through the pearlescent  skin, staining the baby’s body.

                Eyes burned down on the bundle scanning for any transmitters that might reveal the secrets around them.

                Darkness began to swallow the three month child. It became so dark that the monster itself could not see, so it dropped the child leaving it alone to cry.

                The child would cry until the Father would see past the mask of the Beast several days later