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The Genius Of The Crowdthere is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average / human being to supply any given army on any given day / and the best at ****** are those who preach against it

Charles Bukowski43

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Cows In Art Classgood weather / is like / good women-

Charles Bukowski84

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YOU ARE BEAUTIFULThey said, / "*The most beautiful art is / looking into someone's eyes

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Music in SpaceThe billowing sea / bows down dancing, / the cool one comes—

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Smile Like Mona Lisa: I Didn’t Need to See HerArt, a smile like the one / on the face of Mona Lisa. / Curved like the waxing moon

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MAKE YOURSELFWhether a comma, or colon: / Punctuation slows my rolling / I need no period. When I end

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Nature is what we see668 / “Nature” is what we see— / The Hill—the Afternoon—

Emily Dickinson13

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You Are A MasterpieceThere is art / In your heart / Painting pictures

@RobinMaraLemmen20

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Take What You Want From Me and Be HappyIf I had an inch I'd give you a mile / If you were a frown I'd give you a thousand smiles / I'd give you the world if you asked

@katrina-wendt20

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************ in a Dress.Look what they've done, / torn you apart. / In the name of fun,

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EYE ARE ART...ART ARE EYEEYE / ARE / ART

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BeautyWind blowing, leaves falling / In the woods I am walking / Birds chirping, squirrels digging

@craig-harrison13

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Cruelly,Lovecruelly,love / walk the autumn long; / the last flower in whose hair,

E. E. Cummings22

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I F--k S--ts***** ***** I **** ***** / ***** get ****** when I **** ***** / No ifs, ands, and/or buts!

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Beauty in DiversityWe were born in different shapes, colors, and size / Not a single embryo was able to decide their DNA or blood type / But that shouldn't make us less humans than the others

@cirque_du_lune16

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Thy Fingers Make Early FlowersThy fingers make early flowers / of all things. / thy hair mostly the hours love:

E. E. Cummings21

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Light The SummerThe sun is with the paintbrush / ambling down the river blue. / See, your eyes are the mirror

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The Art of ProcrastinationMountains on mountains erupt from the earth's chambers of burdened lava and collapse back into their hellish landscape just as quickly / Waves assault the beach in frenzied randomness, striking their mark upon the sand and washing it away in the same breath / Birds flail about, learning to sail the clouds while dolphins soar their vast expanse of golden sea

@english_jam_darling20

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KathleenI am slowly learning to disregard the insatiable desire to be special. I think it began, the soft piano ballad of epiphanic freedom that danced in my head, when you mentioned that “Van Gogh was her thing” while I stood there in my overall dress, admiring his sunflowers at the art museum. And then again on South Street, while we thumbed through old records and I picked up Morrissey and you mentioned her name like it was stuck in your teeth. Each time, I felt a paintbrush on my cheeks, covering my skin in grey and fading me into a quiet, concealed background that hummed “everything you’ve ever loved has been loved before, and everything you are has already been,” on an endless loop. It echoed in your wrists that I stared at, walking (home) in the middle of the street, and I felt like a ghost moving forward in an eternal line, waiting to haunt anyone who thought I was worth it. But no one keeps my name folded in their wallet. Only girls who are able to carve their names into paintings and vinyl live in pockets and dust bunnies and bathroom mirrors. And so be it, that I am grey and humming in the background. I am forgotten Sundays and chipped fingernail polish and borrowed sheets. I’m the song you’ll get stuck in your head, but it will remind you of someone else. I am 2 in the afternoon, I am the last day of winter, I am a face on the sidewalk that won’t show up in your dreams. And I am everywhere, and I am nothing at all.

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I wrote a poemI wrote a poem when I died... / Another at my birth. / A brand-new sonnet when I cried.

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Is this art?Anything can / look like a poem / and sound philosophical

@HannahChristina39

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CoffeeYou cause / a break inside my organs / Pointing out my flaws

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In loveThe sky is / A graveyard of stars / And I remark

@Airtoyourearth13

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A love letter to me.This letter is truly and doubtlessly a letter to the only person who will be left when everyone else is gone. To the woman of my life. To my love, my life, my everything. To me. / Dear me, / You, the way you are, are perfect. You, with your little struggles you bear, with all the strength you carry so desperately around, finding a way to use it in your everyday life. You, with all your words stuck in your throat that you are so scared to say out loud – so you write them down.

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The Art of Being OkayI am adept / In the art of being okay / I have mastered the craft

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