Less is More

poet and art enthusiast

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My biggest problem is writing too many pieces of work at the same time

[alaskaisnothere]

When I picture the perfect life, I imagine myself in a small apartment in a small town, but near to a big one so I can get lost in the noise if I like but I can also enjoy the peace. I would hang inspirational quotes all over the walls and small lights to brighten the place. I would have a bookcase with all my favorite books and a long list of books to read. I would take the subway to work every day and I would be able to make a living out of my ability to twist words. I have always admired the power of words to touch a person’s soul, you just have to say the right ones. And last but not least, I would come home to my best friend who would excitedly tell me about their day and all the jokes they came up with during the day and we would just relax on the couch in front of Netflix. It might not be much but it would be perfect for me.

giulswrites (via giulswrites)

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Firecracker

(Supposed to be spoken not written fyi) Boom crackalakalaka laka laka etc… I’m lacking something… no, anything? No, everything?! It seems like there just isn’t anymore. Where there was, it isn’t Or so I’ve heard it’s all gone But these people flash their hearts For a split second And make me feel like there is. But they vanish too fast. And when you are caught up in the moment What was becomes what isn’t And it catches up to you in the end. Their spark and glitter sizzles in the drizzle Fading to the dark

But it isn’t for everyone The lot all fall to the concrete Or puff away in the smoke clouds And lost to the eastern wind

[smakkabagms]

on a roll with mistakes & self loathing

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Life

Not my usual poetic or thoughtful idea, but a 30 ounce cup of ice coffee is basically better than life.

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Alien

I forget that people are human; I forget that I am the people. Selfish, miserable, and separate.

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Sometimes I get so immersed in my own company, if I unexpectedly run into someone I know, it’s a bit of a shock and takes me a while to adjust.” - Kazuo Ishiguro

via @quotemadness

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Get up, Johnny boy, get up, Johnny boy, Get up 'cause the world has left you lying on the ground. You're my pride and joy, You're my pride and joy. Get up, Johnny boy, because we all need you now.

Twenty One Pilots

[mesineto]

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They tell you where you need to go They tell you when you'll need to leave They tell you what you need to know They tell you who you need to be But everything inside you knows There's more than what you've heard There's so much more than empty conversations Filled with empty words

Switchfoot

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Conquistador

Directionally, i go no further, here nor there. yet I lay feverishly on my thrown, here nor there, in a same place where I lay before. I move not, but to place strides and bounds between he who was and he who is. Because A Life can encompass the world with out living. One must merely think the world is his or hers and it shall be without the slightest strain of muscle. Well, Maybe a brain cell or two.

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Sketchdump

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Working man

My belt hardly holds trousers these days and my suspenders stretch down to my ankles; Complementary shoes sustain their battle wounds as their heels become holes and their shine withers away with the rest of the wear. The matching socks go to church more often than I do Unless you define sweat as holy water then I am very blessed. Blessed are my single patterned shirts swamped to death and a long neck tie neck ringed till its a giraffe on Sunday weep-ing praying to a God it doesn’t believe in, for a peace of mind. My mind is in pieces, compartmentalizing work from pain because It wants those weekly gains so that my family sustains enough life to go back to work the next day. Until I die.

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