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he will drink
to Black Sabbath,
smoke,
then take
his life;

not yet
though.

not just
yet.
She wonders who would love her aching bones,
And the smell and rot of her flesh,
But he showed her there's beauty in ashes.
True beauty lies in our souls.
Jenn 2d
i get tattoos
to love my skin
instead of scar it

i get tattoos
to love the art
that goes into it

i get tattoos
to love myself

i get tattoos
to reclaim
what you stole

this is my body

this is my art

this is not yours

this is me
The moon shone bright
Hearts explode colors tonight
And our colorful love
Turned into a beautiful art.
A priceless piece of art in her precious gallery.
Punctured with a nail, she hangs for all to see.
Her creator, unknown.
A man masked in grey-
Took his artwork by the hand,
And traded her for pay.
Time spent perfecting; now long gone.
The Act or Art itself had gone all wrong.
The linework snakes through unknown feelings.
Canvas skin, your paint is peeling.
And here you sit, sealing
Your patches with rancid untruths.
These abused blue hues
He uses so aloof.
As your are hanging, with no tongue left for maiming,
He finds a new soul he believes needs framing.
You and she shall be the same-
Abuse and misuse are
Engrained in the brains
Of the women he has tried to tame…
But he is no artist.
Rap
I've never been a fan of Rap
I'll go so far to say outright that I hate it
but I heard a song today
Rap as it may be
but it spoke to me.
it told me I can be not okay
it said what I've been thinking forever
(forever = since you left)
I never before knew
but now I do
I'm not alone
others are hurting too.
....
Ian, I think I'm finally healing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJqQgI8oF6c
Megan Nov 24
she says draw flowers
draw a house
don't draw that
that's creepy

what she doesn't understand
is that she doesn't know how to draw
how to draw a house
a house with "pretty" flowers

She only understands how to write feelings
they come out as pictures
pictures turn into words

her words are poetry
her words are a song
her words
ARE HER

they help her control what she doesn't understand
What she is still learning

She only knows "dark" flowers
they help her with
what she can't speak
Megan 21h
you don't know it...

But I can't
I just cannot rip out pages from my journal
you do not understand

The only thing you understand is...
sorry it's short
Andrew 3d
When it comes to creating art
And somebody starts explaining
“All you have to do is...”
I can always count on the reductive advice that follows
To be only worth discarding
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