The Last Poem On Earth
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- Опубликовано: 28 сен 2024
- A poem exploring the ideas we aren't supposed to talk about.
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🔰The Last Poem On Earth by illneas
Do the ghosts get sad when you give away their clothes?
Do they miss the ability to wear their favorite color?
Each word carries weight you said
Adjusting the trajectory of your life
one sentence at the time
Do the ghosts die little by little as you move on?
Is it possible to transform a person into an idea and remain human?
Maybe each silence carries weight as well
Do the ghosts haunt us or do we haunt them?
Do they watch the world leaving them behind like they never existed?
Do they even care?
Your friend,
your sister,
your parent,
or your child
Are unable to talk with you
Do they even have anything to say?
Do they owe you a final word?
they watch you as you grow up
they observe your tiny movements as you fall in love
and hold your hand when you need them to
Or at least these stories make the pain go away
When the skies above me spoke
I was told to listen
But for now, only stillness is kind to me
When the empty corridors seemed way too dark
I was told to believe in the light
But I only want to stare at you in the darkness
our words
our pauses
or our ideas
cannot make the ghosts sad
because the invisible don't need colors to be beautiful
And if I accept that
I might remain human
My dad died this month. I didn't know what this poem would be about but I am sobbing. Thank you for writing this. For sharing it with us.
It doesn't get easier, but the space around does fill up again, so one day it doesn't seem as big, al the time. So sorry for your loss, big hugs ❤🩹
Sorry for your loss
I lost my son when in 2016, to suicide,
after a 5 year long battle with first ADHD, Depression, then "Bipolar" then "schizoaffective disorder".
I am an RN and sought the best psychiatric help I could find, as I was trained(brainwashed)to believe.
But the medication only made him worse and worse, hence the progressive diagnoses.
The antipsychotics I encouraged him to take caused him to begin hearing the voices in his head and no doctor would help us wean him off them.
I watched my beautiful, vibrant sensitive amazingly creative, artistic son be destroyed before my eyes and go through literal Hell and I my own Hell helplessly witnessing it.
I unintentionally placed him in a prison,I quit work to keep him safe, tracking him down when he went for 15 mile walks at 3 a.m. because I was so afraid the police would harm him.
Even his psychosis was beautiful at times standing in the street singing in the rain or on the rooftop.
It's the way the world, and I at the time, viewed him with fear that was the problem.
My fear was for him, but the others, including family and the doctors who kept increasing doses were afraid of him.
If he had lived he would have found this outlet and made amazing content for RUclips, he created movies and games and rudimentary video games (under mirage architect) and amazing drawings and paintings he put some on Deviant Art, one of his games was played on RUclips by someone. But he died before all the technology and social media platforms were as readily available, which was after the medication began to l destroy his focus.
I think of him when I view your channel and how you are, a in a way, a continuation of his Spirit and am so grateful for your content.
I have struggled to remain human as I at times have had to redirect my attention of his memory and harden my heart at times due to overwhelming feelings of guilt for putting him on medications and being a warden.
I have discovered meditation, after stopping my own antidepressants at time of his death, and I now know that I could not have done anything differently with the knowledge I had at the time.
I have recently begun talking to him again, conjuring his memory.
I bought the house I now have because it has the attic room he always wanted.
It's my meditation room and has some of his art.
I went through a nihilistic phase during the isolation of the pandemic when all of my own negative voices in my head became louder.
I am now emerging, with the dawn of Spring, and just began speaking to him as if he were still present again this week.
Thank you for this video/poetry.
Thank you for all of your work.
You show me that it is possible for a beautiful, sensitive, intelligent, creative, artistic young man to thrive exploring the world as he is , instead of attempting to conform as I, in my conditioned ignorance, attempted to help my son do with medication.
Thank you.🙏🏻
YOUR HEART IS BROKEN...HOW COULD NOT BE.. WISH TO HOLD YOUR HANDS AND EXPLAIN.WHY ALL THESE HAPPENED. ITS A REASON.
HE HAD TO RUSH ..MEET KARMIC DEADLINE, BE ABLE TO REBORN IN GOLDEN MYLLENIUM ..
HUMANITY IN DENIAL.
MY DEAR. NO GUILT. ITS WRITTEN
YOUR BELOVED SON FOREVER AND BEYOND QUANTUM ENTANGLED WITH YOU AND HIS CLAN .
BE AWARE OF SOLITUDE AND MEDITATION...MAY BRING GHOSTLY MANIFESTATIONS .
TRYING TO INFILTRATE YOU.
BE WITH TREES AND SUNLIGHT.
BOTH MOTHER AND SON. BLESSED.
* sorry caps old lady hands.
our poet here safe enough with the
Night.
Sometimes darkness is comforting. The idea of being forgotten is liberating to an extent.
"I would want to lay down in both your arms, looking up, into your big beautifull hazel brown eyes and go with a smile". Just finished a line for you😍.
There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.
There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night some times
when everybody’s asleep.
I say I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and its nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?
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Guys support my channel too i will bring video like him in coming days
This is such an amazing poem. All the more profound and beautiful when you see the weathered body that 'caged' the man that wrote them. Thank you.
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Illneas, this is an amazing piece of writing. The lines were sharp but numbing and beautiful.
I've learned something from this.
"The dark dont need colours to be beautiful. "
Wow, that's forever going to sit in my mind. Keep up your amazing work, my friend.
Lots of love. ❤🌟
Yeah this is a great poeam and the music acompanying it elevates it to a greater intensity level
Just a friendly correction, the line from the poem is : "The invisible don't need colours to be beautifull"
Stay True to yourself
Love❣
Thank you ❣️
@@tiagoaleixo5033 ohh yeah, my bad, I wrote it wrong.😬😬 Thankyou for telling me tiago..☺
hey all, the poem is also on music platforms open.spotify.com/track/5IBvCtZkD7reymVYkZWlhu?si=4bf7e658fba74bc7
This is my favourite poem of yours! Do ghosts get sad when they can't wear clothes is insane lyricism
Thank you for watching Jay, it means a lot
I am so in love with your work, wish I could send you some of my poems so you could edit them. Thank you illneas inspires the writer in me to keep writing.❤️
Bro, I must say that you really got me more and more appreciative of poetry and it's implicit meanings on life. I always like your videos just to go back and listen to them again just to understand the full meaning or atleast the get a more fulfilling meaning of what I perceive from it. So overall thank you and keep doing what you do :)
Thank you for taking the time to unfold them
Louder than any voice, even when completely silent. Brighter than all or any light, and as deep as the darkness. Creator of any and is or none, designer of ability but there is only one. Questioning this existence, in which we may never know. Taking an all that's surroundings, but shows no sign of any growth. Faster than the light standing totally still, but always moving forward without ever leaving here. Completely finished, and is yet to have begun. I in the imagination, inside each and every one. 2019 Edward Haren.
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@@illneas couple words no typed correctly but you get the jist .
Charls bukowski
Life is but a moment in time hense the struggle for serenity is a deeper thought which will allow you to transcend into a universe which is not known to humans
The invisible dont need color to be beautiful
Thats good. That touched me, somehow. You’re beautiful
Thank you for watching it
Οι στίχοι, η μουσική, τα πλάνα συνθέτουν μαζί κάτι άνευ προηγουμένου🦋 Ευχαριστούμε πολύ
Σε ευχαριστω πολυ
Why do I fall in love with everything that you create illneas?????
Aww 💘
I feel relieved after this
I'm glad 😊
I enjoy and adore each of your videos. Thank you for your brave words and art.
Thank you for watching it
You did amazing on this kid with a camera.
I especially liked the videography and darkness of these words.
I think this line in particular was quite beautiful.
do they watch the world leaving them behind like they never existed?
do they even care?
Thank you for giving it a chance, it means a lot
You have no idea camera boy, how amazing you are
Hahahah I read your first sentence and I thought you would say something bad. Thank you so much
got the yams within tht first line
Exceptional work
thanks for watching
This poem and the remix is magical. Congratulations, keep it up
Thank youuuu
I got into a car crash 2 days ago- this helps
such a beautiful piece of art💙
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and hold your hand when you need them too❤️
I'm just speechless right now how can you even ahhh..🥺 just loved it to the bottom of my heart ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you for watching my lil poem
This was really incredible, my friend, truly a fantastic share. 💛🌷
Aww thank you
Thanks!
My man illness. I want more of this. 👌
this one hit hard.
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Sounds interesting!
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Believe it man this one is a masterpiece ❤️
Nahh just another poem, thank you for your kind words
This is funny!
I wonder if i be the ghost after i sleep but im still wake up from yet another failled attempt. I already wrote letter of goodbye and a poem to describe what i expirience i hope somone read it and understand what i'm going thru.for all people in the comment section know that i love you as a friend, i hope that you guys feel hapines and life. Life till you grew old and your hair turn grey. I wish for your health and relationship. Maybe im just a namless girl who wanna be heard or maybe for you, what i say is just a cold wind passing thru. But just know you are not alone. Even when i leave this world you are not alone. Goodbye have a good life
Tasya 1997 -2022 hopefully 😊
I hope you're not a ghost, since your unique existence adds so much. A certain philosopher once said that anyone's passing is the end of the world -- not the end of that one person's world, but the end of the shared world in which everyone lives. This is because when one person is gone, everything they could have given to others is also gone, and so the loss ripples. Do not end the world. I don't know what you're going through, but I know that there is much waiting for you in the future, even if you cannot see it right now.
@@huugosorsselsson4122 thanks... thankyou for remind me that im special.. thing are a bit better lately.. althou im not sure i'am not sure, i guess i just gonna try
So cool
Nothing makes sense to me. What phase does this called as?
Amazing.... ❤️
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I like her voice🖤❤️
Melissa is extremely talented, follow her on insta, she does many cool things
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Please forgive me asking this. Is this poem written by you sir?
Αιθέρας
Χαχαχαχ
Umm Is this a poem on the earth 🌏
Somehow the tone of the reading didn’t go well with the depth of the lines … I suggest to slow down and read from the heart
Thanks for the feedback, I liked the reading but I respect your opinion ❤️
So beautiful in every way. I’m speechless (and you know how difficult that is for me!!!). Thank you yet again, illneas. ❤️🤗🤘🏼
John, thank you for watching, it's being a while to interact. Anyways thank you for taking the time
@@illneas Hey, illneas. I don't comment so much nowadays - deliberately, I struggle to adapt to social media - but I continue to watch everything you upload. It's simply wonderful watching you rise from strength to strength, each project a triumph of its own. Stay well, stay safe, stay focused - you got too many lovely people following to give up now! ❣️
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Jeez. The idea that we haunt ghosts by forgetting them while they look on broke my heart. What a hell to live in. What a unique perspective. I'm sorry Dad. I miss you and love you.
Thank you for noticing my little idea
your poems literally saved my life and I am not fooling around here I have cyanide in renku, so when I received a notification and it saved my life, journals and greetings from Poland
You are loved. Believe it
Pls take care, I appreciate you
The line “Do the ghosts die little by little as you move on” reminds me of Pablo Neruda’s “If You Forget Me” :
“Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.”
Beautiful work. ❤️
I see the faded ghosts of some long past souls ,
reflected in my present , like people seen in a rain puddle
this is simply beautiful.
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I love you illness group.... ❤️For everything you poem about
3 minutes silenced my chaotic brain, thank you for this amazing poem
Silence is a gift, thank you for your kind words
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Beautiful ❤️
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Your mind must be a strange, beautiful place to live in. The invisible don't need colors to be beautiful. That's beautiful as hell.
Eloquent way to compliment me, hehe your mind is great as well
I just can't explain how much i love your videos the poetries are just like heaven
and your videography ohh i can't explain it even if i will turn 97.😍😍😭😭😭😭am sorry i just love your content but i can't say how much the more i watch the more my love increases incredibly 😍😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
beyond beautiful - I’m all in my feelings now 🙏💛
Yayyy thank you for watchingg
Would all the ghosts enjoy sitting and watching or they prefer participating? Watching is good enough probably...
Brazilian portuguese translation (feel free to use it as captions)
The Last Poem On Earth by illneas
O Último Poema na Terra por illneas
Do the ghosts get sad when you give away their clothes?
Os fantasmas ficam tristes quando você doa as roupas deles?
Do they miss the ability to wear their favorite color?
Eles perdem a habilidade de vestir as suas cores favoritas?
Each word carries weight you said
Cada palavra carrega o peso do que você disse
Adjusting the trajectory of your life
one sentence at the time
Ajustando a trajetória da sua vida
um período por vez
Do the ghosts die little by little as you move on?
Os fantasmas morrem aos poucos conforme você segue em frente?
Is it possible to transform a person into an idea and remain human?
É possível transformar uma pessoa em uma ideia e permanecer humano?
Maybe each silence carries weight as well
Talve cada silêncio também carregue seu peso
Do the ghosts haunt us or do we haunt them?
Os fantasmas nos assombram ou nós assombramos eles?
Do they watch the world leaving them behind like they never existed?
Eles assistem o mundo os deixando para trás como se nunca tivessem existido?
Do they even care?
Será que eles se importam?
Your friend,
Seu amigo,
your sister,
sua irmã,
your parent,
seus pais,
or your child
ou sua criança
Are unable to talk with you
Ficam impossibilitados de conversar com você
Do they even have anything to say?
Será que eles têm algo para dizer?
Do they owe you a final word?
Eles devem a você uma palavra final?
they watch you as you grow up
eles assistem você crescer
they observe your tiny movements as you fall in love
eles observam seus pequenos movimentos enquanto você se apaixona
and hold your hand when you need them to
e seguram sua mão quando você precisa deles
Or at least these stories make the pain go away
Ou ao menos estas histórias fazem a dor passar
When the skies above me spoke
Quando os céus falaram
I was told to listen
Me disseram para escutar
But for now, only stillness is kind to me
Mas agora apenas o silêncio é gentil comigo
When the empty corridors seemed way too dark
Quando os corredores vazios pareceram escuros demais
I was told to believe in the light
Me disseram para acreditar na luz
But I only want to stare at you in the darkness
Mas eu só queria ver você na escuridão
our words
nossas palavras
our pauses
nossas pausas
or our ideas
ou nossas ideias
cannot make the ghosts sad
não podem deixar os fantasmas tristes
because the invisible don't need colors to be beautiful
pois o invisível não precisa de cores para ser belo
And if I accept that
E se eu aceitar isso
I might remain human
Eu posso permanecer humano
Cool translation
Wow. Powerful. Loved it -
You are honing your talent and just getting better and better. Excellent!
Awww I'm blushing
Love the poem, not the voice. xx
i miss my lil brother...
This is amazing 🖤
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Damn
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Wow
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Srbija te voli !
I am watching your video in between match
The first line is so eye catching and I’ll never EVER forget it
It’s amusing.
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Im in tears
Oh no, I hope you ok
Please forgive me asking this. Is this poem written by you sir?
It's ok and yes I wrote it
@@illneas thank you so much for reply. This poem is really amazing.
In action (that what it should be titled)
I beg your pardon, what’s your favourite colour?
Can't decide, u?
@@illneas Absence of colour is black, right?
@@mccandless6068 I love black so maybe ye
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Beautiful.
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That first line is extremely compelling to me, and others including the one about the ghosts dying little by little, as I was widowed twice in twelve years, once in my 40s and once in my 50s, and your poem hits a chord within me. This is a thoughtful, moody, and moving poem. Good work.
Sorry for your losses and thank you for watching
This might be one of my favourites, this is incredible, thank you for this beautiful piece.
Thank you so much
Hauntingly depressing
Oh no
i like this kind of poetry
Yayy
You never fail to Impress Illneas🖤
Damn thank you for watching
@@illneas 😚
masterpiece
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