Kevin Miles

Joined December 2020

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Bio

"I only live to make God famous".

I craft “Accidental” masterpieces.

Screenwriter

Words were fed to me through the umbilical chord...

Stories (7/0)

Salvation of a Hell's Tenant II
Oh, Father...grant thy [tremble] Such a request by only your acclamation And acknowledgments Oh but I be only man to heaven as God to
By Kevin Miles2 years ago in Poets
Salvation of a Hell's Tenant III
Depths of Hell As my flesh burns to Save such souls Past burdened with the Acknowledgement of eternal Punishment Bless thee with redemption
By Kevin Miles2 years ago in Poets
Salvation of a Hell's Tenant I
Pity excites no such Essence of retribution, Impenitent idiosyncrasy, but of Revelations that pour A perpetual multitude of
By Kevin Miles2 years ago in Poets
Umbras
Micro progressions towards heaven Debonair, bedaubed…you settled nigh the sternmost postern…No ricochets (of) ere glowering enthralls resonating…caprioling amidst peripherals refulgent in blithesome candescence…enthralled, I’ve burgeoned the assertion ere the nullity afore a quiddity fore incognizance I intermittently subsist yearning ere your advertence…Ere certainty, Savauge…Mojito…replenished…honeycombed, perhaps a Scotch or Jack…hmmm…a gentleman’s drink…an umbra bomber jacket…caliginous skin settled, perfected…ambrosial, palatable, succulent…I actuate apropos you ere the fourth gest umbra and anon, each one accedes to micro (diminutive) progressions towards heaven…howbeit, i lyeth inconspicuous…damn near inconsequential anon tis’ “your” fabled, chimerical contiguity whilst caliginous albeit “your” drink subsists (is) mouthwatering…Our espies fastened, embosoming a perturbing in “my” quintessence…
By Kevin Miles2 years ago in Poets
O.B.L.I.V.I.O.N>oblivion
Gazing at cogitation of tangible notions idled, An abeyance...so minuet...interim...I reel the cold knob propel a wavelet of
By Kevin Miles2 years ago in Poets
Tis' U.N.T.O.U.C.H.E.D.
Fastening egresses behind whither I sojourn, The “stand clear of the closing doors, please” in automation, crystalline ...sullying recedes till allayed, narcotized into oblivion...tis'
By Kevin Miles2 years ago in Poets
Black Flames
I am the shilouette, black embodiment all in one At 5, I realized that black people don’t have shadows, something to follow them by but that the doppelgänger is reflected in how the world sees blackness…
By Kevin Miles3 years ago in Poets