LIJA

| Fusing my poetry with artwork that inspires me | Send me your artwork to use with my quotes | Instagram: @the.manic.poet @lija_jila @the.digital.poet | Website: sasha-djoric.squarespace.com |

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| 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 |

Illicit Thoughts: Phase 6, Crescendo.

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Cheers kids.

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| Aperol Ditz |

Check out my new databending glitch art on insta @the.digital.poet !

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| The Undigestible Accuaintence |

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| SEASONAL MISCHIEF |

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| Somewhere Realizations |

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| You’ll Find It |

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First glitch ! So excited to start off on this course. No matter where I go or where my art takes me, being blessed with drive and passion, however humble as a simple photos and quotes, my soul stays forever hungry to create.

| Excerpt from The Black & White |

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Trying out my own graphics.. let’s see what happens.

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Sorry for the absence ! In case you’ve missed some weird words from this manic chick, BABY’s BACK !

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/ / T h e S n a K e \ \

Back from the dead ! As always, stay tuned for some dark and trippy poetry by yours truly. Stay manic.

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The Pirate Dream

Don't salvage sinking ships, cause chances are they sent their last life far. If theres ever cause for concern, dull the flame, theres much to learn, each breath is your last in the open water, and the farther you go the farther you will learn to sink, even a captain knows, the sea isn't your friend- your daughter. As the curtain calls, the last fall, enjoy a glimpse of the sun, because the deep blue, the void, it’s sure to pull you under. A bubble of reality could resurface you on your own titanic, manic depressive tendencies that only reality could revive you to old fantasies, some truth is uttered late in the eve, but that is neither here nor there, you aren’t him, she isn’t me. And if its not enough to toughen out the tests of time, here and now is when I must underline this lesson that, a thousand leagues beneath the sea, you will find no solace but lonely mystique. Perhaps it is not enough to drown out and dull your senses, even the cunning and scaled creatures down below fear the wrath of monotony. So if one day you’re washed up ashore, dazed and confused, Mother Blue reminds you there’s more.

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Weird Left Field

Bright eyes; still little is found as pupils fly open and eat the light. Redundant kisses and mild confessions. Regurgitated moments but we get caught up in the now-ness of things. There’s nothing like the next, the new. But we like to, and we do. The inner termoil is just a façade, as gratification is painted as selfishness.

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To bounce between the spaces, a gust of wind, a burst of light; there in the last second you turn your eyes toward the phenomena.

- the manic poet

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Chaos, challenge, the tumultuous movement of everything breeds change. That’s the only truth I need to know.

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Voids

Easily prompted are we to diverge out of the light. The blackness is just as blinding, though. It cuts at your vision as your eyes throw out colors to feel something. Your eyes; your pupils splay wider to glimpse anything with dimension, anything for you to hold onto to prove you exist.