A Forty Line Poem You Say?

Cheeky be the stars,

After a night with the big moon, we take a breath after a long day of troubles, hopes, and snickering lingering joy. What is to become of us who just one day write our hearts out, none challenge ever said. Taking every right moment to make the words right. In most cases, the works of words that take me the longest are my favorite. I have decided to release these words from their shackles of my mind, hopefully I've wondered the realms of each line enough!

~Au Revior~

Fair to say au contraire to the post title, it was originally not 40 lines, but a few longer. What a challenge! And I accept. Taken to another level this made the writing, no regrets to the changes to try to fulfill the forty. However, the biggest challenge was finding the right feeling to let go and say it is done. What more should be said? I have never gone back and changed a poem after the fact, and never plan on it, but with one like this it is intimidating that my feelings will be stamped--this is what it is, no turning back!

Take it to what your soul wishes and have a good time



Kahlan Jade
~BeautifulYou501

Impulse Poem~

Quickly shooting out a new link :)

Hurtful Learning

Kahlan Jade

~BeautifulYou501

Cycle

Evening!

Cycle be a word that comes to thought when reminded of the things that have changed over a time of a mere year. Fighting to strike a set of words on a slippery minded time before bed. Something needed to be written. 

And here it is! 

Affirmative Puzzlement 

Words that fall out yet not into a poem. What I call a second cliff narrative. Its been a while since writing another. For the first was written nearly 1 and a half years ago. A full range of what could be concluded about a confused mind trailing to make sense of something. Confused is such a dirty word. Puzzle is better. 

But I am fearless

Ten post meridian ideals,



Kahlan Jade
~BeautifulYou501

Frustration: September 2016 Update

Back at it again with the latent poems ;)

Apparently its the first day of fall? Do I not care for the calendar? No, not really, even though my days are a never ending clock. Very much a routine I have now. A blissful rare moment I take to update the blog with all my writings. I will have you know I am cliche at them moment, in my favorite cafe with my buttered up coffee--Pike with extra cream and sugar. No, no latte today. Avoiding the never ending studying and stress of a full time position. I am not in the point of my life I want my job to also occupy my free time. I am giving this day a purpose, for poems and prose. A moment for my soul to be free. I am now slightly seeing the style of my journal writing show up even in this post. Just thought I'd let you know, ha!

Not exactly sure how this relates to a poem, but just the fact that life is a rush of happiness and woe come from a surprise, slowly we develop a voice, even from a frame of mind. How to expel that? Only you can explore various means to find it and show it! Strut it! Possibly a stream of consciousness--have I mentioned this before? I cant tell between whats been physically written and an exposure of a poem in the inter-webs!

Back to the title I guess. Frustration. In a hope that light and the stars goes your way, making plans and dreams that what you want to accomplish will go well. And when that time comes we have to stand a brave face to see the outcome. I sit here still worry some of the outcome of the grade of my first chemistry test. I think I did well, but there is always going to be that underlying doubt. As my buddy said to me the other day: "everyone has insecurities", just being reminded of that reality was a good moment to stop and be reminded of how imperfect we ALL are. Previous to that moment, was full of...you guessed it...frustration. Frustration of life, time, love, looks, and many, many other things. We need to remember the difference between complaining in a sense of just being "mean" and actually being specific to pin point a problem/solution-- aka constructive criticism. Leaving the reality to be, let the anger bake for a bit, get all that you feel specific (your classic; who-what-where-when-why-how), until we need to remember to find a point to stop and know that there is never a 100 percent definite blame. You can't change people, you can only change your self, more importantly--how you react and handle this frustration. Take it in your hand, assess it, accept it, conclude, and move on.

Few of the following may show a moment of frustration. The cycle which it processed in the mind. Never necessarily what occurred afterward.

Stopped
Knight of Ravens
Class Dismay

Don't stay frustrated, have the strength in you to carry on!
Love to the world! Till next time!




Kahlan Jade
~BeautifulYou501




and thank you for handling my weird little rant, not sure if it will always be like this :)


Peace

Traveling We Will Go (Update)

Fair World!

Upon reach found within recent months of toil, many treasures were written and even found buried. When you can surprise your self with old words that YOU, YOU MY FRIEND have written. Have you ever taken a moment to write a letter to your self for future enjoyment, or reminder? Not even as a journal entry, but just for sake of future sanity? It can start that way, until you find your self writing page, upon page of words that may seem like nonsense now, but will be somewhat golden later.

Whether it be a poem from years ago, or that letter you wrote as a young'in. It takes a great deal of remembrance to think about how you were at the time. From the bad times to the good, or heck, you just had a good writing day! From down days to slowly inclining back to my peak, I decided to wonder yonder back and find and scrap together what I haven published yet, its been so long for many!

As I read them, cleaning an tying up loose ends, I can't help wonder how these words came to be. Maybe I was just having a good writing day? Even the times of low waves or anger to wrangle together simple words into what goes beyond symbolism that we have never thought about before! Its quiet amazing!

Now here we are, traveling-a-we-will-go! Journey to a time that may not have been too long ago. Back to a time when you would have never guessed life changing moments like these we face today would occur. Back to an agreeable moment that the past was always simpler. Back to a time when we hoped for the better tomorrow. Traveling backwards in order to move forward.


Scary State of Mind
Upon the Shelf
Dirty Love
Welcome to Hell
My Mind like Miss. Steel
Saying Goodbye (Surface)
Table Thoughts


If I have learned anything about myself lately, its that life has gotten me more open minded. Meeting many beautiful souls giving me the urge to pursue a deeper train of thought. I love every single moment. This being said, I may not know when the next post will be, but they will in deed be long(er) an more meaningful-- hopefully, just as this one is, as compared to older ones!



As always! Enjoy!




Kahlan Jade
~BeautifulYou501

Welcome back, Mayflowers, and Throwback: May Poem Update 2016

Back at it again with the old poems!

Found my old poem portfolio and liked many of the ones I written previously. I honestly didn't think they were this deep as I recall!

Also, apologies for not updating in so long. I have got a lot more waiting to publish.

These were just too good to keep waiting any longer, now that I have a bit more time!

A World Without Silence 
A Town Divided 
Riding Shotgun
The White Room
My Midnight Ride

Enjoy!



Kahlan Jade
BeautifulYou501