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This is where I outlet my feelings in various ways. Always accepting help, and all criticisms please be constructive

[simena]

CORNELIS SCHUT (detail)

[a-poets-muse]

I chose you

With three words

With brazen truth

With initiations and invitation

I fell head over heels for you

But more importantly

I choose you

Over and over

I chose you in the haze of youth and firsts

Now I continue to choose you

In the darkest days

The fiercest fights

The lowest lows

Everything is worth it

For the highest highs

the funniest jokes

The deepest dimples

The tightest hugs

And everything that creates this burning, beautiful, blister of love in my chest

You are my love

But more importantly

You are my choice.

[museiums]

artist: brunna mancuso

[a-poets-muse]

Pink softness

Sweet innocence

Unbloomed rose

Petals bleed red

Innocence taken

Memories

Scatter

Sometimes sharp

Pink tinged

Comb handles

Youth exploration

My exploitation

[understands]

[a-poets-muse]

This is the eclipse

A moment of significance in my life

Hidden in the plain

A change that will only be revealed as the plot thickens

The mistake that could have saved everything

But that is the crux

There is no such thing as a perfect story

As a life worth living

Without the consequence of cinema

Can you find themes and motifs

As the life exhales my lips

And the credits role

There better be a good fucking applause

Roses at my bleeding feet as the curtains lift

There will be no refunds

[artist-cross]

A Pine Wood, Provence, 1906, Henri-Edmond Cross

Medium: oil,canvas

[fionaapplemaxims]

HE SAID “IT’S ALL IN YOUR HEAD,” I SAID “SO’S EVERYTHING,” BUT HE DIDN’T GET IT

[alongtimealone2]

Charles Burchfield, Sunrise and Rain, 1916

[a-poets-muse]

I have lived

In the shadows of reality

My entire existence

Watching from the sidelines

As it switches

With the perception

Of You

My facts pushed aside easily

Who knows more

Surely not me

So your correction is my truth

Until the next one

Memories change with the paths of others

My sense of self

Dependent

On an ever changing You

[museiums]

artist: brunna mancuso

[marxistprincess]

What’s the point of grinding to the bone your whole life for money if you aren’t even gonna be there to spend it…

[scotoplanes]

"The less you eat, drink and buy books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorise, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save – the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor rust will devour – your capital. The less you are, the less you express your own life, the more you have, i.e., the greater is your alienated life, the greater is the store of your estranged being." -Karl Marx, Economic and Philosophical Manuscripts of 1844

[museiums]

artist: liv lee

[sinnabonka]

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[thekidsarentalright]

i'm not sure

[a-poets-muse]

I should be better than I am

I am wasted potential

I have not had a job in a year

I never moved out or saved money

Now I am nowhere near working again

More broke than ever

Older than ever

So young

Yet so useless

Can’t leave bed on a good day

You don’t want to see me on a bad day

Can you believe that’s with the medication helping?

I have no reason to change my person

I have lived and I won’t apologize for that

I am working on my wrongs

My life has changed

But my potential will never waver

I may have lost work and money

But I gained a diagnosis

I am closer than before

To functioning

Once again

I will be useful

However the fates lead my way

I will learn to drift among the waves

Without washing out to sea

[nyctophilia-35]