Water hits the floor effortlessly,
I spasm in every direction.
My consciousness can hold on no longer,
it lets go of me. Realizing that I
gave up on it
the moment that I submerged.
photo / Bruna Valença
writing / Kendall Hill
Tag: poetry
Benz | The Smile
Alls I see are the white roses,
reaching for Nirvana with me.
Asking Him the same questions I ponder.
writing / Kendall Hill
TheDesert | Gone
“I was there”. Finger combing, air gliding
it’s pitch black, in your hair. Swinging at the sky
photo / Rasputin Alexander K.
writing / Kendall Hill
Pheeyownah | Silver
I’ve always been in love
little boy, no control of emotion,
fall fast with little motion. Five AM,
every morning
hoping you notice
photo / liam warton
writing / Kendall Hill
Airbas | Haunted (B-Side Mix)
sneaking love under baby pianos
for love …
I’d rather not express.
Soft tears soft tears, back then.
photo / Maéva Lecoq
writing / Kendall Hill
Sky Harp | Woodman’s
Do you
recall
all the lost moments that you often forgot?
I get motionless when you start to ring me,
there’s got to be some cost to living this high..but I
treat the pen like eraser.
photo / Tracy Trejo
writing / Kendall Hill
Bvrth | Geauxst
Tha cold wata heals me fastr,
she hides most of ma pain.
Flurscent light sparkls on ma shldr,
head bowed, I cri for les rain.
I recall
photo / erik mowinckel
writing / Kendall Hill
Allan Rayman | Rose
A big stage
eyes to watch me hands to hold
black ballerinas to spin. In all white
no more white lies, white eyes
life in me, no life in them
writing / Kendall Hill
Bvrth | Eye Gouger
HAPPENS IN THAT BACKSEAT.
DEVIL’S WORK,
RED PANTIES.
365 HOURS A WEEK
photo / (x)99.
writing / Kendall Hill
Abby Diamond | Irrelevant (prod. slenderbodies)
HONEY CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE GLASS
SHATTERED MY LEFT PASSENGER,
FILM GRAIN EVERYWHERE. CRYSTALS
NOT BAD WHEN YOU GET TO KNOW HER .
writing / Kendall Hill