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Art is a refuge
Art is a prayer
Art is a melody
Art is despair
Art is my passion
Art is my dance
Art is my view
Art is my chance
Art is frustration
Art is a skill
Art is pure beauty
Art is a dream
Art is my view
Art is my pain
All in perspective
Art is a game.

Art is my air
Art is my heart
Art brings us together
And tears us apart,
Art is all I know
It’s all I forgot
It’s all I could want
And all that I got
It’s all that I feel
And more than everything else
It’s love and it’s passion,
Freedom and strength.
Art you made
Art you shall become
.
That's the lesson I've learnt.
.
We're not made of stardust
Or particles
Or a billion atoms running
Up and down our system
.
No
.
Art is what we're made of.
.
Art is what we aspire to do.
.
Art is what we inhale
and exhale.
.
Art is everywhere.
.
Art you made
Art you shall become
.
Art is what you
Dedicate your existence to
What you are devouted to
What your life resumes in
.
Art
.
Art is what you made
Art you shall become
.
Art
.
Artist don't burn
They don't turn into ashes
They don't return to the earth
.
Artists return to what
They're made of
.
They turn into their own
Version of stardust
.
Art
.
From art you were made
And art you shall become
.
Art you made
.
Art
You
Shall
Become
.
In Memoriam
 7h Nicole
Liana
Up in the attic
With my paints
And my rage
I was the canvas
Filled with color

Splats of red
I needed to
How else could I symbolize you?

Blue and orange
And purple and green
All trying you make sense of me

Little hints of yellow
For even then
When I could forget
I could experience momentary joy

I was that canvas
Because yes,
My head is overwhelming
And crazy
And angry
But it can also be beautiful

I was that canvas,
Abstract
And messy
Which some say isn't even art
And some say is wonderful

I was was that canvas

But wait
...
Wasn't I also the painter?
One painting that I really needed to create. It's in my old house in the attic. We are one.


(This note was written by my apology for not being able to be on here supporting your masterpieces yesterday)
 7h Nicole
Liana
Far away we are
But at least when we look up
We see the same sky
Experimenting with Haikus

Everyone from here might be millions of miles away, but I take comfort from the fact that we all see the same sky when we look up. We might have a different perspective or opinion on it, but it is the same sky.


(This note was written by a W-rex who has no name. He carried a backpack full of shame.)
 7h Nicole
Liana
Little girl wondering and wandering
This beautiful and treacherous world
Learning
And observing

She's a sponge
Unfortunately
The water was polluted
By the careless
And manipulative
By her own blood

Is that why she picks her skin off now?
To see him come out of her?
Trying to squeeze out
Little by little
Her pain?

She knows better ways too
For she walks
Dances in to the night
And reaches out for the stars
They heal her

She cries
She needs to release


I think she has wings
Will she notice?
And when she does
Will she dare to fly?
Where will she go?

I hope she wont fly alone...
(this note was written by a rocksicle because I like them better)
 7h Nicole
Liana
The things I do
For your approval
And your excitement
For my accomplishments
Usually aren't healthy
Or good
For me

The things I lose
For your happiness
And your calmness
Usually are the things that make me feel that way

The things I cover up
For your agreement
And support
Usually are the things I care about most

Don't tell me
I'm being disrespectful
When it's simply impossible for you to stay pleased for more than a few moments
I try
And I try
To no avail
I am done trying

I have opinions
Thoughts
Feelings
If you don't like it
Don't see me
That's what I wanted
To begin with
Cleaning up my drafts


A child/teen is a person nonetheless. We are not numbers, possessions, or puppets.
 7h Nicole
Liana
Thank you darkness,
For you have made it possible
To see the stars and moon
In the sky

Thank you darkness,
For without you
I would not have been able
To imagine the light
at the end of the tunnel
And so,
I would have no reason to keep walking towards it

Thank you darkness,
For you keep everyone
"In the dark"
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Because if we knew the future
There would be no point in having it
One of the best things, though misunderstood
 8h Nicole
Liana
They always say to rest in peace
But I've always wondered
Why we don't live in it too

The dead are dead
And we are living
Why do we save the good stuff when we're disintegrated underground?

Ann Frank was right about flowers
But there's more
Yeah ☮️🐸❤️✌️
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