If There is a God: PEDS 11

If there is a God, life wouldn’t be such a hell. But how could he who knows your strength stop you from living to your fullest potential? He loves you far too much to stop you from winning this battle. If there is a God, I wouldn’t be suffocating in this darkness. Torches aren’t burned…

The Way I See It: PEDS 10

This isn’t actually a poem. It is a text I sent to a friend awhile back. But it came to mind today, so I hunted it down and decided it fit what I wanted to say. I see my life the way I write. Everything behind me is my novel. Printed, I can go back…

Thank You: PEDS 9

Thank you. Yes, you. Thank you for staying. For being here today. It’s been over a decade now, but many people were lost on this day. More have been lost everyday since. Some by choice, others in a blur, but every single one felt. You are still here, and that is worth being grateful for….

I’ll See You Tomorrow

I know what you’re thinking. I’m a liar. I didn’t post yesterday like I said I would. There are two reasons for that. One, the poem I had planned really wasn’t at the quality I wanted. Two, I was busy living life. Most of you probably didn’t even notice. I doubt anybody waits around for…

It Never Gets Easier: PEDS 7

// It never gets easier. You always have to work for it. But happiness isn’t something that can be handed out. For it to mean anything it has to be earned. You’ll be asked why you’re so sarcastic, so closed? Because behind the mask you’re broken. And the world would rather see a fake smile…

National Suicide Prevention Week

    A letter to you, Hi. I’d like to meet you someday. I’d like to sit across the table at a dirty, hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant, and listen to you tell me about your life so far. I want you to tell me about the song you put in your headphones when you’re angry. And…

Pretty Things

 I decided I’d post another song! Have a listen and let me know what you think. She stared back at herself out of the glass. Her lips were smeared with passion, an attempt to feel. But her eyes were still left searching. A piece of her was missing now, leaving a hole in her heart…

A Verse on Rain

I understand now why I love the rain. The sky has to take on so much, keeping it all together, tightly, straining, until it can’t hold on anymore. Rain is the release, and as it falls, the world can breathe again. It is only after letting go that the sun can shine through. It is…

Life on the End of a Paintbrush

Life on the End of a Paintbrush by Kim Lindquist I’ve seen many a scene from the place I live In shades from day to night Gardens and wars and faces I give All are within my sight I live not alone, but with many alike Though we differ in certain ways From purpose to…

“Adventure” – Original Song

  I wrote this song recently, and decided sharing it with all of you would be a fitting end to my travels. (Well, end for a little while.) I want to thank all of you readers who have been following along as I’ve been playing around with this website of mine. I have really enjoyed…

Stille Nacht

  There is a story that in 1914, in the midst of World War I, fighting stopped on the Western Front for one day. A Christmas truce between the Germans and the Brits. They laid down their weapons, put up trees, and the Germans sang the beloved carol, “Stille Nacht”. The song is “Silent Night”…

A Minor

A-minor by Kim Lindquist Fingers fall gently atop the keys Not making a single sound One chord strummed Guitar Slowly, one string at a time Rings, then fades til’ only a buzz remains Perfect but incomplete. You want the piano to play a melody Fingers to trickle across each key Percussion like two hearts in…