Kallieđź’— Baby
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NO AI-THIS IS ME
Elvis and Me❤️
Integrity-doing the right thing when no one is looking.
đź’—Living life like a rich 1940s housewife, in an elegant black and white movie, falling in love, Singing American Standard's for eternity.
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Magic of Graceland
Sometimes life hurts so bad you can’t seem to see tomorrow. Then a couple years later you wake up in Tennessee, and snow is falling at Graceland. All the bad days seem to melt away. So much beauty, magic, and God in the air when the snow is falling.
By Kallieđź’— Babyabout a year ago in Poets
A blue bird in my heart
There’s a blue bird in my heart, it’s wants to come out. But can I handle the songs it will sing, I’m not sure so I keep it cage up deep within me. Theres a blue bird in my heart, it pulls on my strings and wants me to sing its songs of love and grief. Blue birds are magical and deep, sometimes I want to fly and sing. But I keep the blue bird locked deep inside of me . For it knows songs of my soul I’m not ready to sing. There’s a blue bird in my heart who is waiting on me to let it free. Maybe I will one day, let it free, let it sing, let it be. I’ll always have blue birds deep inside of me.
By Kallieđź’— Babyabout a year ago in Poets
Metamorphosis
Life is hard, my world seems crazy. Would it be easier if I was just a daisy? People with family take them for granted. When you don’t have family you understand it. You wish you had them to take for granted. A mom and a dad, I would be very glad.
By Kallieđź’— Baby2 years ago in Poets
DOUBLE EDGED SWORD
DOUBLE EDGED SWORD: Life is like a sword. Double edged. Every choice is a sword. We live by them. We die by them. Sometimes we hold on to them to tightly, then wonder why we hurt so badly. Swords are like mirrors, depending on which side you stand on, is what you see. Depending on how far or close you hold it, is what you will be. The sword is protecting you, the sword is killing you. Some swords we love to much. The hardest swords to let go, usually are the ones that will save our life. Things get heavy, it’s the swords we are carrying.
By Kallieđź’— Baby2 years ago in Poets
My puzzle
It’s the journey not the race that takes place throughout all time and space. Whats my journey? It feels like a race throughout space but what’s really taking place? The journey, is puzzles pieces placed in all moments throughout space. That we must picture together. Only to find the picture never really comes together. We race and race to finally get to a place, only to realize those pieces don’t fit our place. So the journey begins again to find the time and space that fits our life into pieces that we must place. It’s always the journey, never the race. In the end the pieces come together. Gods the journey, Egos the race.
By Kallieđź’— Baby2 years ago in Poets
Shipwreck
Shipwreck A piece of me broke off at sea, tumbling through the waves for all eternity. I didn't even know a piece of me was missing, til I looked down to sea. Hard to sea, the piece missing indeed. I can feel the sharp edges all around me , waiting for the waves to smooth me out for all the Gods to sea. Piece of me drifting in the sea, wondering why the Gods wanted me. I'm just a piece of glass, broken at sea, nothing special you sea. Wondering why the gods chose me, to be without my bottle for all eternity. Just a broken piece of glass waiting to sea, what the gods have in store for me. Once was sharp but now I sea. Smooth edges all around me. I'll never fit back in my bottle now you sea. For the gods made something new out of me. Beautiful sea glass, tumbling through the waves for all eternity.
By Kallieđź’— Baby2 years ago in Poets
