one thing about me... i'm gonna be reflecting by that beach #artist#poet#poetry#poem#writing#writer#writingvlog#dayinthelife#dayinthelifevlog#vlog#travelvlog
Wow!! What an amazing video!! I really enjoyed it too much to watch this wonderful place!! Have wonderful and blessed moments my new dear friend!! ❤❤❤❤
Kylie, you're getting me excited to write the 3 books I have in my head.... i'm planning on writing 2 family history books tracing family clans from ireland, prussia, and germany. Also an ed philosophy book "raindrop model of learning"..... and a scifi dystopian-utopian-back to nature novel .... of a monastary of monks with asd and neurodivergents cartying for the ai "overlord" supercomputers now caring for gaia and earths biosphere and ecosystems
11:19 Title.The trick to it. life is simple, sometimes it takes five long days to know a black coffee on an endless drive, Aphrodite sea foam reaching out, never desperate motels on the highway in the city of someone you love, praying then waiting, losing then gaining only half the price. and it’s nothing you’ve told me but something I found. I thought so much of you then and it’s over now. There’s something to be said of turning words to gold, their life, only pieces of particles no one else can stand upon. Life is simple, yet I’ve been on day three for weeks and counting seconds in all the empty space, the songs played to take the silences, the liquor poured to warm the blood till spring, the memories, the old dreams, the past lives, the start of every waking day. I’ll forget you, I’ll remember simple times. Maybe this is all that’s needed now, maybe today I have it all until tomorrow. Now all we do is wait for the night, wait for the night to begin, the sun to go down, the poets to come out, the poets to play when the moon rises. 👍
Beautiful poem🥰. Have one for your enjoyment too title “Echoes of Belief.” In the realm where proof falters and fades, Belief whispers secrets, in hidden shades. It cradles truths that defy the light, Breathing purpose into the darkest night. Within the depths where yearning resides, Belief's flame ignites, where hope abides. Guiding souls through paths unknown, Weaving tales of dreams yet to be shown. Yet, in the silence where shadows creep, Lies the fear of an eternal sleep. A void so vast, where consciousness wanes, Echoing eternity's silent refrains. Amidst the chaos where doubts take flight, Belief's embrace offers solace, so bright. A sanctuary from the cold embrace of despair, A haven where dreams find tender care. For without belief, in a world so stark, Humanity would falter, lost in the dark. But belief's gentle whisper, soft and true, Guides us through, me and you. In the garden of life, where destinies entwine, Belief's fruit nourishes, a sweet lifeline. For in its embrace, we find the strength to soar, To journey onward, forevermore. P.S. This poem belongs to everyone, so feel free to use or modify it as you like. Share it with others who may find solace or inspiration in its words.
Slightly baffled by you, an aspiring poët, having slept on punctuation all this time. I'm no professional writer but love writing, in particular movie scripts (scenarios). The first two realizations I made were: 1) masterful punctuation is essential in communicating ideas, 2) a single word exists that'll encapsulate an entire paragraph, or capture the essense/spirit of an idea. I fell in love with ; and finding creative ways to use it.
So brave! 👏 Slurring? I'd need to be carried on stage! If you do another reading, please ask a fellow poet to record you, and you can then do the same for them, maybe? This would be an amazing vlog!
Wow!! What an amazing video!! I really enjoyed it too much to watch this wonderful place!! Have wonderful and blessed moments my new dear friend!! ❤❤❤❤
Kylie, you're getting me excited to write the 3 books I have in my head.... i'm planning on writing 2 family history books tracing family clans from ireland, prussia, and germany.
Also an ed philosophy book "raindrop model of learning"..... and a scifi dystopian-utopian-back to nature novel .... of a monastary of monks with asd and neurodivergents cartying for the ai "overlord" supercomputers now caring for gaia and earths biosphere and ecosystems
Beautiful poem. I'm sure it was enjoyed.
11:19
Title.The trick to it.
life is simple,
sometimes it takes five long days to know a black coffee on an endless drive,
Aphrodite sea foam reaching out,
never desperate
motels on the highway in the city of someone you love,
praying then waiting,
losing then gaining only half the price.
and it’s nothing you’ve told me but something I found. I thought so much of you then and it’s over now.
There’s something to be said of turning words to gold, their life, only pieces of particles no one else can stand upon.
Life is simple,
yet I’ve been on day three for weeks and counting seconds in all the empty space,
the songs played to take the silences, the liquor poured to warm the blood till spring, the memories, the old dreams, the past lives, the start of every waking day.
I’ll forget you,
I’ll remember simple times.
Maybe this is all that’s needed now,
maybe today I have it all until tomorrow.
Now all we do is wait for the night,
wait for the night to begin,
the sun to go down,
the poets to come out,
the poets to play
when the moon rises.
👍
Beautiful poem🥰.
Have one for your enjoyment too
title “Echoes of Belief.”
In the realm where proof falters and fades,
Belief whispers secrets, in hidden shades.
It cradles truths that defy the light,
Breathing purpose into the darkest night.
Within the depths where yearning resides,
Belief's flame ignites, where hope abides.
Guiding souls through paths unknown,
Weaving tales of dreams yet to be shown.
Yet, in the silence where shadows creep,
Lies the fear of an eternal sleep.
A void so vast, where consciousness wanes,
Echoing eternity's silent refrains.
Amidst the chaos where doubts take flight,
Belief's embrace offers solace, so bright.
A sanctuary from the cold embrace of despair,
A haven where dreams find tender care.
For without belief, in a world so stark,
Humanity would falter, lost in the dark.
But belief's gentle whisper, soft and true,
Guides us through, me and you.
In the garden of life, where destinies entwine,
Belief's fruit nourishes, a sweet lifeline.
For in its embrace, we find the strength to soar,
To journey onward, forevermore.
P.S. This poem belongs to everyone, so feel free to use or modify it as you like. Share it with others who may find solace or inspiration in its words.
The Oscar pose 😅❤
Slightly baffled by you, an aspiring poët, having slept on punctuation all this time. I'm no professional writer but love writing, in particular movie scripts (scenarios). The first two realizations I made were: 1) masterful punctuation is essential in communicating ideas, 2) a single word exists that'll encapsulate an entire paragraph, or capture the essense/spirit of an idea.
I fell in love with ; and finding creative ways to use it.
So brave! 👏 Slurring? I'd need to be carried on stage! If you do another reading, please ask a fellow poet to record you, and you can then do the same for them, maybe? This would be an amazing vlog!
Absolutely! We'll see in the next couple of weeks ;)
@itskylielockheart Ooh! Maybe you could write a poem about this, which you then perform next time, meta-tastic!