Artwork N Soul

a burning lust for writing and the arts

[artworknsoul]

[artworknsoul]

Raindrops sound like thousands of beating hearts, and the weather those hearts are in is sad or not

[henk-heijmans]

Untitled, 2025 - by Uwais Chaudhry, Indian

[henk-heijmans]

Untitled, 2025 - by Uwais Chaudhry, Indian

[leloupdebout]

[emotions-from-the-grave]

your favorite poet is emily dickinson

but mine is sylvia plath

your hope is a thing with feathers

but mine is a thing with carbon monoxide

you are the oven and i am so tired

i will be your black outs until you slip away

quietly, calmly, with peace and grace

while i gasp for air, throat spasming softly and lungs screaming silently

i will hold you until dawn, guarding your heart and slipping kisses onto your soul

but when the sun rises and shines onto your face,

i will crawl back into my grave, a lazarus not meant to rise

and you will stare from a window, watching someone who is not me, as my flesh rots away

[beatricecenci]

Léon Perrault (French, 1832-1908)

Dans le froid

[mstgsmy66]

[day-dreamer-color]

[achillesinhighheels]

The Lovers by Jef Joseph Marie Thomas Lambeaux (1852-1908)

[whereifindsanity]

Shannon Johnstone

[leloupdebout]

[puppygirldick]

Viktor Lyapkalo Artwork: 'Blowing bubbles' & 'Evening' Painted 9 years apart.

Same woman

[fatartappreciation]

Big Mike by artist Michael Swofford

[thornestar]

I dreamed

There was a girl staying with me in a hotel along with a few other folk. We were at some kind of music/ horror festival. She didn’t know about my gender tourism and she started making fun of trans people.

I waited patiently as she went through her tirade. She was saying “Oh! I know what I’m gonna do! I’m gonna be super weird and quiiiirky and then hang out with a bunch of other weirdos and wonder why everyone thinks I’m weiiiiiird!”

I tried to word my response carefully so she wouldn’t feel chastised. I asked, “If you had something strange about you, wouldn’t you feel better in the company of people who shared your strangeness?” And sort of gestured around at the weird fucking musical horror event we were both attending.

She immediately burst into tears and started tearing at her own chest and wailing loudly. I quietly walked away and went back to the hotel. Later I was brushing my teeth and she kept coming into the bathroom to get creams and bandages to sooth her chest wounds.

She wanted me to feel bad for her but I didn’t.

[thornestar]

I’ve become obsessed with restoring these 100 year old flapper girls to their original glory. This banjolele is gonna be mine!

[thornestar]

I dreamt about being trapped in a crowded shop full of old instruments. I’d uncovered an evil plot by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The evil doer was chasing me through the shop and I was complaining that I didn’t want to hurt any of the beautiful antique instruments while I ran. But I was knocking them down left and right trying to keep away. Me and the evil doer would wince every time one fell but neither of us would give up.

I got further away from my pursuer and entered a giant grocery store. I ran into a kid I used to work with who has the same name as me while I passed by the butcher. He was non verbal when we worked together. In my dream he was able to say some words and he told me he had horns on his thumbs and held his thumbs out for me to see. It looked like he’d gotten surgery to remove some type of growth and they were very sore.