Biography of Skylar Kendall
Hello, my name is Skylar Kendall. I am 17 years old and I thought I would give this website a try for my writing. I don't write all poetry, but lately I've been writing more and more. Thank you for reading.
Skylar Kendall Poems
Wind Chilling, whispering by Leaves fallen gently, speak as they die The road, long not taken here The night so cold, the night I fear
Sometime in late, late December, of this I do remember Of the time I visited that haunted floor That haunted room, which held it all It was ther behind that door
Her sweet, sweet song She sings so beautifuly Her song so unique So tender, I love it so
For Whom The Bell Tolls
Death laid upon our land, Stricken with pain and greif As we fight each other, Somberly we weep.
The Yellow Rose Of Texas
Southwestern flame. Rare beauty of the desert. Pedals of golden radiance. Stands alone in the baren land.
The blind, old man Sits here, never to stand Waits for her, waits for him Waiting for, ever since when
Anger rages through its veins Madness controling its heart Sin the right Hate the divine
Sleep, sleep, sleep I cannot As her thought Begins to rot
Valcious And Cerberus
Valor and honor of a Nation. Spirit and beauty of a soul. The green rolling fields Lay in front of the young
Don'T Tread On Me!
Fists clenched. Teeth grinding. No fear. Anger driven.
Stitch By Stich
Wounds opened. Hearts closed. Eyes opened, Ears closed.
Roses Upon The Piano
Softly falls upon the black wood Lays gently, quietly as the notes play One by one sweetly falling down My notes play more and more
Blade cutting through Sharp edge piercing Blood upon the knife Not my own, not my own
Life, the empty canvass Empty for now The brush is your mind The colors, your actions
Cold, chilling right to the bone
Feeling of dread, feel of alone
Something watching me, something wanting me
I pray, oh, I pray it does not see me
Heart is racing, Flesh begins to creep
I pray it's not death here to reap
my soul for its own sake
praying and waiting that my soul is to take