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Kendall Spence Poem
What will I be?
When the flowers of spring shrivel in upon themselves,
Cradling their heads like the sick,
the elderly,
the lost.
Every line of faces I’d once known
withering away to pruning beings,
left in sun too long.
When each ocean has dried up,
leaving nothing but ancient salts,
somber and decayed to debris and dirt.
Every memory I’d once had,
falling from an empty skull
without lips, or ears, or eyes.
As flesh clings to hollow bones rotting beneath the weight of soil,
heavy on such a sunken chest,
carrying those heavy, lonely burdens.
When the smoldering stars extinguish in a flash of smoke and stardust,
and the remnants of every wish on comets
billows down from the sky to my hands.
What will I be?
When fatal disease courses through your worn veins,
and recollections slowly begin to cease
as you sway further and further into blurring lands.
Meanwhile my heart grows heavy with every last breath you take,
every last word you manage,
and every faint beat of your heart becomes
the march of death as it slows,
to lead you where I’ll never reach.
What will I be?
When every single touch,
and smell,
and sight,
and taste,
and sound
of everything I knew,
spills like sands from shattered glass,
never to be forged again to something I could hold.
What will I be?
When everything I know is gone.
Copyright © Kendall Spence | Year Posted 2011
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Kendall Spence Poem
As I tuck myself to sleep, lie in bed and wish to weep.
Shadows flow from room to room, shining on impending doom.
Pray to sky that I will wake, another day to struggle through.
Senses snap and then I, too. This is me ending with you.
As I drift from life to death, you crawl and creep into my head.
Thought I could have peace of mind, but that was in another time.
Wrap your hands around my chest; I shut my eyes so I can see.
Grab my throat and catch my breath, this is where you ought to be.
As I wake from nightmare sleep, a memory I couldn’t keep.
This is me all clean and new, so alone and missing you.
Out of sight, out of mind; out of my control and when
I have lost my head for you, I wish I could have myself again.
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Kendall Spence Poem
Dance in the darkness, my sweetest nocturne
While the trees swing their billowing arms round
And you sing to the sky without a sound
To shake from slumber, each flower and fern.
You call to each shadow with hungry eyes
Penetrating each ghost hidden in leaves.
An aching, longing sigh for what you’ve seen
Always rooted beneath the vacant sky.
The Earth spins around underneath my feet
But your loneliness kept me bound to land.
Caught deep in your world, captive right in hand,
But we need each other to feel complete.
With voices so raw we can’t even speak;
Even if they could hear, we would still seek.
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Kendall Spence Poem
Your bones are charred black and your skin pulled tight,
Red and sunken eyes, boasting filth and pain, hurt and loss.
Betrayed on a bed of the cotton kingdom,
Springs stick out like trees from soil.
Did you arrive before the fall?
Troy on his empire and you on your drugs,
Each grave from the same effect.
Blinds blinding dust from the peeking of eyes,
No sun in a room no one’s known or left behind.
Did you arrive before the fall?
Needles and alcohol litter every inch of carpet,
And you’re just another stain to its story.
Tourniquet, oh tourniquet, can you bring the empty now?
Don’t hold back, let it free, and flush the toxin to every vein.
Did you arrive before the fall?
Poison stock piled to the brim, I’m surprised you didn’t drown.
Baring sin, bearing secrets and I wish you could’ve saved yourself.
Falling to my knees and so much closer to your end.
Did you arrive before the fall?
A death you didn't attend.
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Kendall Spence Poem
Smile wide, feet bare, curls tied high upon her head.
Scarlett skin from rising suns,
Eager eyes for something more.
Chirping loud while running free, she runs wild
Around the yard. She slumbers quietly in leaves,
With cuddles from a teddy bear.
She’s there but then she’s swept away
Into the ever-changing wind.
Face pale, thin skin, sucked into the frozen air.
Longer limbs for chance to move,
Trapped inside the golden nest.
Irises turned toward the sky, for hope to
Find a voice within. Trapped inside a hermit’s shell,
My senses come in silent white.
So close and then so far away
When tucked behind an iron gate.
If she was graced with Midas touch,
Or part of wheel of fortune’s till;
She’d pray to stretch her wings to sea
And never think to stand so blind.
No more naïveté or loss, because of
Silent wondering.
Throw caution to the dark and
Find a voice as free as wind.
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Kendall Spence Poem
We were once just thoughts, spiraling in empty heads;
Wordless, sightless, scentless, toothless, emotionless.
But we grew to be human, even though we didn’t know what that meant,
And we still don’t.
We lived in fields and daisies, bicycles and boxes,
And the most frightening thing was turning the lights off.
We sprouted to long, jointed beings and learned
All too much to store in our empty heads.
So we lost it all, only to gain again.
To lose and gain,
Again and again.
Candlelit crimson glow against the soft of your face;
Lines blurred far too close, but leaving us far too apart.
Sweet, sweet skin lying pale against your body
And your lips quiver beneath the warmth of the night.
You lean to ignite the fire in us, and we’ll burn brighter than every star.
We’ll implode deep in the soundlessness of space.
Not a single person will hear
But that’s exactly who we are.
Soon we’ll be ashes, gliding down to grace the water lilies.
We’re the beauty we could never be before, and we’re everywhere.
We were never seen as souls, but now we can’t escape your line of sight,
And we still won’t say a word.
Silent as the man on the Moon
We only needed to know we were alive.
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Kendall Spence Poem
Don't you lift your mighty head from it's restful sleep.
Let your hollow eyes shift around this empty room.
Can't you see what you've become?
Droning around in a clumsy body,
Waiting for something more.
You know it will never happen,
But still you wait bedside in hope.
Drain the vacant cavity where a heart used to beat.
Dream that you're not empty and that this hole has always been there.
Long for something so distant that your tiny hands can't reach for.
And know that this isn't where you were supposed to be.
But here you stand, waiting for something more.
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Kendall Spence Poem
Title: Things Heal Over Time... Right?
My lips form a word I can't even begin to speak.
Still, I lay in the ark you'd try to call, "home,"
Hands outstretched toward the only window in a cryptic tale of escape.
Your faint shudders became a lullaby of my own, and now each line of your body is engraved
in mind.
'I'll never leave.' Each lie sweeter than the last.
Then you reached to intertwine your fingers through my own, oh, how they fit so perfectly
together.
All I can do any more is watch with wide eyes for your return.
Now it's nearly light outside, and I wonder when I was shaken from slumber.
Blinking sleep from my eyes, dilating from the darkness of the room I inhabit.
I'll always reside here, but you left long ago.
This will be my only ending.
A fairy tale of dust, ash and bones.
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Kendall Spence Poem
Sea and salt wrapped in the air
You jumped across the washed up weeds
Safe haven on the pearly beach
The water rolls, unleashed.
Her hand in your as she ran down
Along the edge of salty deep
Sand sifting between your toes
And sun kiss on your cheeks.
Curls of hair whip wild behind
While you both feel the water’s grace
Baring skin and every tooth
With light upon your face.
The summer ends so soon with all
The fall of leaves and set of sun
Hang on to every inch you have
Before her hand is gone.
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