art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Parallel Realities, Soft Paw Entry
As a child my friend was a baby bear. I saw him even if no one else saw him or her. Dreams have always been my nights of play and movies of creativity of different realities. I see spirits and see the future at times through my dreams. I thought I was a normal 2 and 3 D human. I am not and this causes some folks to walk away and say, "You are strange, boo!" I am happy creating art, writing, music, & rainbows. Expression is a part of my personality. Dreams are a part of my art. I admit some folks hate that I use AI to help create my animations and photos that I write prompts to obtain the final art to represent my writing. LIFE IS FULL OF TWISTS AND TURNS AROUND DIFFERENT REALITIES EVERYDAY IF ONE OPENS THEIR HEART AND EYES. I am an empath, psychic dreamer. My creations come from my soul. So, if you hate AI, just try putting that thought away for 10 minutes to read, watch, and listen to my creations that come from my heart and soul.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Ozymandias
The desert wind blew with a howl, scouring the dunes and whistling through the bones of forgotten empires. In the vastness of golden nothingness, two travelers approached a strange monolith protruding from the sand. It was ancient—so old it seemed part of the earth itself—weathered and cracked, yet still defiant against time.
By Alexander Mindabout a year ago in Poets
Fall
Vibrant colors fall Gently to the cement floor Brightening the path
By Lakena McQueenabout a year ago in Poets
