Tag: art
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[190] The Answer
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Trying to find the truth in monotony To watch the facades makes mistakes To watch the patterns reveal itself I wait till chaos turns to beauty till the devil starts grinning with its details Fleeting moments don’t capture the essence of a moment so strange It doesn’t capture the wind and present it as air…
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[189] Promote Your Blog
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It’s September. The month of my birthday. Fall has begun but I’m reminded of my progress in blogging and how lovely it has been. The only consistency in my life. — Also, you guys are free to comment here your blog links or one post that you’d like everyone to read. Let’s make this a…
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[187] Snowfall Of The Mind
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I waltz thinking about the mountains And the night full of terror A contradiction for sure But so is love the most beautiful thing that cripples us Snow falls i’ve never witnessed I carry them in my eyes when i close them They disappear in flashes when i blink The perfect shape of numbness The…
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[186] Mindful Days
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When it feels like present with no weight of the past or the worry of the future it was under the shade of a tree with your hand in mine when you called me mine When it feels like present when I slept in your arms it was a night’s sleep with no dreams even…
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[185] Cloudy Nights/ Starry Nights
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Cold breeze from the beach touches upon the memory from our final conversation I find sand in my pants from that cloudy night I hold it again but it slips away again This time I clean away the dust collected My mind survives its own ruin sometimes I put my ear to the shell from that…
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[184] When I See You
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lo-fi summer chill in your summer house feet entangled feelings entangled but it doesn’t matter in your summer house everything is rosy down here sun shines in your summer house but it doesn’t hurt like it used to maybe its because we’re alone together now there is no room for darkness around here even the…
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[183] Falling Into Space
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The sky is cracking The air feels so distant We’re flying into space There’s nothing around us that makes us feel normal we’re all we are for each other I can see the universe in your eyes Time is stretching beside us and it cries I’d like for you to be on my side forevermore…
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[182] Privilege
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My small comforting bubble bursts with the onset of responsibility I was walking against the traffic before Now i am the traffic i used to curse I was invisible with no chance of discovery Now i am invisible with no wish to be discovered Still In the comfort of the car The falling rain blurs…
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[181] Mass Hysteria of Truth
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The loneliest thing in the world is to search for the truth in everything and anything. Ask any conscious artist the question, “what is good art?”, and most of them will answer “it’s the pursuit of truth”. No one will ever say “it’s when you get to the truth” because no one ever gets to…
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[180] Present Plight
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Sometimes when the rain comes I ask myself Was i wrong to love you? Is this waning self-confidence worth your little display of affection Is knowing that you are mine only sometimes worth hurting myself all the time? I’m almost close to the answer it lingers in a thought between the past and the future…
Smoke words every day. 