Poetry

TODAY Is the Last Day to Get My New Kindle Book for FREE on AMAZON!!!

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TODAY IS THE LAST DAY TO GET THE KINDLE VERSION OF MY NEW BOOK FOR FREE ON AMAZON IN YOUR COUNTRY!!! Million thanks to all of you who took time to check it 🤗❤️ The Asymmetric Fragments by Kiara Belle: “The way the Japanese girl who was twenty years old captured the world was so emotional, raw and amazingly beautiful. Various fictional pieces such as ‘Teacher Roy’ and ‘To the Souls that Have Departed’ are included.”

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My New Book Was Introduced by the Youtuber, Eureka Yokoyama in Nashville!!!

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One of my very best friends from college known as the Youtuber, Eureka Yokoyama in Nashville created this wonderful video to read some pieces from my new book. What an honor!!! She is my creative buddy and inspiration. She introduces various fabulous things and ideas as an inspiration hunter on her videos. Look up Eureka Yokoyama on Instagram & YouTube and enjoy her amazing videos!!! ↓

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The Definition of A Poem When I Was Twenty

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A poem is…

Something like,
The sounds of rain during June,
The red glow in the morning sky on the New Year Day,
The tears of last night,
The very first heartbreak at the age of fifteen-

Or
When
The moments,
The emotions and even
The senses are
Transformed into words and
Meet the rhythm of a language,

Or
When
Somebody addresses the words
As beauty and elegance.

However,
The truth is I still do not know
What a poem is.

So please, just let it be
So undefined and
So unnamed.

Yes,
Just let it be the riddle
Extended to eternity.

© 2016 Kiara Belle

I Can’t Write.

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Here I confess: I can’t write.
For a long time, I do suffer.
Two mugs of coffee later, still a blank page on my iPad screen.
In my head, dead boring words.
Frustration growing- this ain’t me.
Work and responsibilities- emotions blocked by rationality.
Me- 31 years old.
Innocence reduced- so darn stable.
The background song: Ellie Goulding
Intuition, here I follow.
Still I confess: I can’t write.

The Twelve-hour Sleep

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It is the escape from your reality,
It is the cure of your mind,
It is the reward addressed to you
Until the short hand of the clock makes a circle.

No need to drink, No need to eat,
No talk, No argument, Just-
Let your eyes closed,
Let your mouth breathe,
Let your heart beat,
Let your body live in the dream,
Let your idleness be the luxury
For the twelve hours.

Nothing more is necessary,
For after the twelve hours,
When your eyes are opened again,
It is going to be the time
To go back to your reality where
You are forced to
Face the hours,
Face the people,
For this is where you belong to.

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