The whale has a little eye that sees everything and I want to break glass and blind it.

The whale has a little eye that sees everything and I want to break glass and blind it.

A Poem by Whales

Hello, my name is Sam Kendall.
There are stars in my mind that beat me with their pointed ends.
My brain bleeds constantly.
I had a stroke last night.
I was almost dead when I was revived.
I really don't know for sure if I want to continue living anymore.
Wishing that there was an easy way out.
But I know that there isn't,
I will burn the stars in my brain and then, I will finally be happy.
There is no hope when it comes to chemicals in those stars.
Pure brilliance comes when the heart of man is ripped out,
Fucked in each hole
And shoved back in again.
My name is Sam Kendall
And this will be the last time you read my poetry for the day
Because, I am going to make myself happy,
And take a walk.
I will take that walk and forget my terrible thoughts.
I want to live.
Whales make me happy.

© 2013 Whales


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My name is dana, I live in detroit. I read and write poetry all day and most of the
night, nothing else matters much other than an occasional walk or the local news
paper I like to place under my arm.Most of the time I dont read it but the cat
loves to make shreads, remorseless until it's time again to eat.

I read the story in this poem and I agree. Living is hard but writing poetry is
even harder. I am my happiest when I read another souls poetry.
This morning you made me very happy, not safe but just ok...hder.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I am half whale. They are magnificent creatures. Thank you, Sam Kendall, for making me happy by reading this. Time for a walk, I think....
Well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Hello Sam Kendall. These are the sounds of getting older in art. I like Whales too.

Posted 11 Years Ago


My name is dana, I live in detroit. I read and write poetry all day and most of the
night, nothing else matters much other than an occasional walk or the local news
paper I like to place under my arm.Most of the time I dont read it but the cat
loves to make shreads, remorseless until it's time again to eat.

I read the story in this poem and I agree. Living is hard but writing poetry is
even harder. I am my happiest when I read another souls poetry.
This morning you made me very happy, not safe but just ok...hder.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I used to always know the difference between the real story and the created, the line blurs and Sam Kendall is as real to me as my own child

Posted 11 Years Ago


Whales

11 Years Ago

It's because Sam Kendall is my actual name.
Emily B

11 Years Ago

i half feared the story was true, be well, Sam Kendall
"Pure brilliance comes when the heart of man is ripped out" this is amazing man

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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