The Color of Words

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[ineed2forgetsotakeme2floridaaa]

Average day in Western Ukraine:

— You don't feel like going to school, so you decide to kill the time at church.

— Oops, you forgot that your oblast (state) banned all Russian religious organizations two years ago, and the only concealed Russian church is more than half an hour away.

— You arrive at school and don’t understand anything; your teachers have stopped trying to help you.

— You leave school early to avoid a lesson on Defense Of Ukraine. Luckily, none of the other Russians from Donbass living in your area go to school, so you have someone to hang out with.

— You go to the cheapest Hungarian place for a late lunch. When police officers pass by, they take down the flag.

— You listen to the radio while you eat. The state language commissioner has asked another city with a significant Russian minority to ban Russian-language cultural products. The church in the city is advertising its family memorial service for Stephan Bandera. Ukrainian has been added to the list of languages ​​in which you can communicate with Santa Claus.

[google translated from russian]

[the-night-night-owl]

[matthew-pasquarello]

charade. eagle on eggshell white, mumbling through bitten lower lips kept our electricity pulsing across membranes we didn't even know we had

[sorenbrant]

runner's-high

yr gunpowder on the shoppinglist, bluemagnesium &blotterpaper frozen in a fernpile, the clayfloor giving in as a sculpture or three crows in a vendingmachine; deepsea politics projected on yr cosmic-tile ----

[granstromjulius]

René Magritte

[door]

Le Soir qui tombe (Evening Falls), 1964

[prokopetz]

Sometimes an artist just finds a niche and runs with it.

Take Eduard von Grützner, for example. German painter back in the early 1900s. He tried a whole bunch of stuff over the course of his career, but eventually he settled into doing paintings of fat, sassy monks drinking booze.

Just tubby old priests getting plastered.

He did dozens of these things.

Today it’s literally all he’s known for.

You do your thing, Eddie. You do your thing.

[two-bees-poetry]

so soft it hurts

[lonely-abstraction]

☀️ Unknow life form ☀️

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[somebodyssongbird]

Some people worry of my isolation They think, "you are alone, this is terrible" I think, you are surrounded, which is worse

They think I need companionship Because they need companionship Because "that eccentric person over the hill Far away from the village must be lonely"

Speak too much and I will stop speaking Get to know me and I will unknow you I have moments of wanting to be known They are fleeting and most often, regretful

This is not some flaw in myself to be fixed Do not teach me to socialize I am solitary and they think I am not thriving

Yes, I am in relationship with the wasteland You read of it like it is not my refuge When the quiet, the solitude, the great alone Carries me like a protective lover, away

[seamlessoo]

Into the Cosmic Gaze: Surreal Sci-Fi Art of a Man Running Towards a Nebula Eye

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[invisibilityproject-deactivated]

Drawing June 9, 2021 mw

[lifeinpoetry]

Pangea

Always breaking up/just broke up with someone/ broken up about it/in pieces/heart-broken/who did it I’ll kick their teeth in/yes I am/broken/ heart-aching/cutting myself/trying to pick it up/ yes I am too much/foolish/cleaning broken glass up/wrong/broke a window trying to get into the house I used to live in/now/I have/nowhere/to go

— Phoebe Stuckes, from Platinum Blonde

[potteringhobbit56]

Watercolour🧑‍🎨

[pennywishpoems]

A Self-Deprecating Story

I dropped the role of Jekyll and Hyde once I’d

Felt what it’s like to be a coin with two sides. I

Spent my pennies on an empty well that night,

Knowing if we were together, that’s what it

Would feel like. 

(makin’ wishes just to lack fulfillment)

I learned to stay guarded from days spent

On the carpet. I was barely someone I

Could live with. So I’d listen, tune in at

Eleven and I’d poke fun at the president

And keep up with the best of them. 

(makin’ up for loneliness)

I fueled my own flame so, of course it burnt

Out bright. I wore tear-stained cheeks after

Our clean breaks and goodbyes. I was a flag

Flown at half-mast, hellbent on high. But I

Loved you and let you ruin my life.

(& now I can’t make up for anything)

Pen

[apartialvacuum-deactivated20220]

how things end sometimes

right before the smile and the fragrant wave of come here

[petrow-deactivated20220923]

the taken

perhaps gone is better

retreating before it becomes too much

the body is not built for torture   soft susceptibility   porous, passable

and its not easy changing love from a noun to a verb

but there’s a pretty little lake off the side of the road somewhere in Georgia

and i would like to be gone there and i would like to take  someone with me

we would read poetry together and maybe i would learn how to put love into action again

and maybe she would teach me how to  open back up for the taking

[thecollagecabinet]

Pre-Devo. Collage A4.

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

frog friday - good kitty unhappy a bit its raining we need - imma kinda fukked up but thats almost normal  - called out for murder but as i sez its raining - later along w birdsong - a funeral for a lizard 

i lost count - of more than  - my video deemed unsuitable dont no y doctor - dice roll card played everything on the table  - heart sleeved messy af - so many wheels - its all about the fear  - kitty feel it 

i dont no y things got so fucked up   too much magic too careless ego fear inna mix - for my part - tho there always b reasons and causes and its not always apparent - mea culpa yah to go - w - a hallelujah

anyway

love