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Jay 16h
Pick me up
Give me a ticket
We've all done this before

What the ****?
Hey babe let's stick it
Shaking me to my core

Give it a try
Baby don't go out and die!

It's okay
I never mean't a word I said anyway.
sorry frens, been a minute. college is time-consuming, as is love :)
Minimalism is discipline, the aesthetic is often pure and sensual;
‘a simple joy’.
It strips the superfluous down to its essentials; it enables the viewer to contemplate the gaps and see the magic through simple repetition and gradual variation.

There is more room in our future when there’s less in it.

It’s the perfect setting for conversations to take place, a place for communication, a setting for subtle syncopation, a place to break free from convention, a place for abstract thought, a place where aesthetic simplicity and abstract complexity; in combination have the power to change the mood and physiology of both the creator and the viewer.
A space where human beings can change something with simple things, magical things.

By Pig-Man
Simplicity & complexity - A powerful combination.
Less is more, the space to create so much more
Saint Audrey Oct 4
She stood on the edge of the cliff, suspended somewhere in the distance between me and the setting sun. She looked back towards me, waiting patiently at the foot of her elongated shadow.

Her eyes were brimming with tears. Barely visible streaks of salt water already stained her cheeks, but across her lips, a smile. Wide enough to show nearly all her perfectly aligned teeth, her lips taught, almost painfully stretched across her face.

A laugh escaped her throat, something between a laugh and a sob and a cry, cut short as her lungs forced her to gasp, then falling into a spasm of short, shallow breaths.

The words fell like diamonds from her mouth to my ears, scoring my brain with their edges, blinding my inner light with their aura.

I was swept away in the moment, which I thought could never possibly end. But of course it did. And the silence that followed left me shattered and alone.

An escape made in earnest
The quiet upkeep of missing links
An upheaval of something good
To relinquish all sanity
As cracks begin to race across the surface
Dividing the tension across abstract faces
The sound of a jet engine
And the wind that grows ever warmer
The final rays of light
On this endless, waxing summer
In a chemical solution
Temporary happiness
Temporary comfort
Temporary people
No one
Wishes for

And
I'm that
No one
I think
You are too

Be someone's forever
For
The mental health
Genre: Abstract
Theme: Examined Life
Tanya Louise Sep 28
hands like feathers
searching through my heat
sweet sounds
echo through our walls
the words he speaks
are wisdom to me
my body, his teeth
vague curses to deep
I take a picture,
two minds intertwined.
two lives unwind.
he makes this work,
oh, my love.
maybe his hands
will bring me whole
while,
fleshy vessels pumping blood
ache selfishly for his touch
his mine.
even with my sick mind.
Eleni Sep 18
Search for me in your deepest woes
Do not be gentle with your shows.

For it is not easy to find a locket in the mist
And harder for the trapeze to twist-

and break with truth.
Naivety pirouettes beyond youth.

Circus nature preys and submits in hurdles
Upsets the fragile body with tight girdles.

Blisters shall form lest you be still
But comfort never satisfies the thrill.
Adam Schmitt Sep 18
My love only goes where the green grass grows,
always on the other side,

   Well, yeah I'm jaded! What do you want me to do?

            I'll jump around...

Through the shadow and the deep dark sea
through the blinding light of insanity
through the webs and the lies of mine
through the filiments of shattered time
through the categories of abstract space
through the waters of unearned grace
through the vortex and through the hoop
through the cortex and through the ****
through the ediface of a house of cards
through the door of a room full of bards

     And when I finally find
     what I'm jumping around for,
     then I'll make me a pallet
     upon the grassy floor

Share my water, and share my bread
Share the wine, share the

                                                  kind

Aaaannd­ share the pain inside my mind...

My love only goes where the green grass grows,
always on the other side...
The graveyard is a
mouth of crooked teeth,
with an ambiguous smile.
मान्छेहरु जब ढुङ्गा बन्छन्
उनीहरु ढुङ्गाकै संगत गर्छन्
मौन

मौन
पहाडहरुतिर हेर्छन
मानौ तिनै तिनका ऐना हुन्
जसले उनीहरुका
प्रश्न, प्रश्नकै रुपमा फर्काउँछ
उत्तर, उत्तरैको रुपमा फर्काउँछ
न तिनका पयर
न चक्षु
न तिनका आवाज
न पंख
न तिनका मुस्कान
न आँसु्

मौन
न कल्पनामा डुब्छन्
न ऋतुहरुभै रंग बदल्छन्
सायद ढुङ्गा बन्न सजिलो छ
मौन

हामी अगरबत्ती बालेरैपनि
कृतीम सुगन्ध उत्पति गछौ
जब हामी मान्छेलाइ खुसी पार्न सक्दैनौे
जब हामी मान्छेहरुलाइ सेवा गर्दा गर्दा थाक्छौ
अन्तिममा  हामी ढुङ्गा बन्छौ
मौन

मौन
ढुङ्गैको संगत गर्छौ
ढुङ्गैकै पुजा गर्छौ
शैली :अमूर्त
विषय :पत्थर
Author's Note:
If nothing to say, be silent
If no one hears, be silent
If silence speaks, be silent

If nothing matters, be silent
If silence calms, be silent
If silence heals, be silent

If silence wins, be silent
If silence is the start, be silent
If silence is the end, be silent

If silence is the answer, be silent
If silence is the only choice, be silent
If silence is the way of life, BE SILENT
Trout Sep 6
My fretting rain now sets the corner of the world into the sun
You little one, a pocketful of number ones to run along
This is the end, my very beautifulest friend
The spirit dancing on the Nile
And will I leave it with the changing of the seasons?

Making friends that go immediately
Suns into a spiralling
Little joys admiring
The geese that fly by, leaving all supply dry
Anonymous see butterflies

Point to several setting moons to enjoy panorama
Just like my treble clef inside
Standing up towards the sky
Need I remind you my problems?
Virgins peel like a cornhusk light
(Cactus-like tendrils, spiky and purple
Yields an invisible fruit inside)
So will I
I am the motion
I can’t see you against the sky

Five AM is when you’ll go
To be caught up in your cries
You will stand by side, your side
I’m over it, I wouldn’t lie

I’m such a weak, tremulous girl
I dive into love way too fast
I get attached to a horrid choice
It should have not been this way
Because of the way social plays

Your sentence stutters, it’s make believe
The transient way that you sang to me
I lost the lover, he’ll never see
The chains that describe what he means to me
Sinking in the sea where the creatures can attach
I want to scream a mountain and override this black
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