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LadyM Sep 11
You asked me
if there ever was a moment
when I wanted to leave you,
and truthfully,
there was.

But not a day has passed
that you didn't cross my mind.

People say that in this world
we are all just trying to find
true love,
one of a kind,
and all it takes
is just one glance,
but I believe it's much more
than a lucky chance-

countless moments...

each one a memory
frozen in time

all these moments,
like a mosaic
(too many to count)

in this enormous amount
all I see
is the big picture
and it is the most beautiful artwork
I have ever seen.
That is the art of falling in love
fray narte Aug 8
She was an art,
but she wasn't the type
you'd find in museums
or the type that would
make you feel profound things
in your chest.

She was an art
tucked in hidden pockets
of a faded yellow dress.
She was an art,

slowly sketching herself
out of existence.
rica Jul 1
art is subjective. it depends on how we will perceive it, and whether we will like it or not regardless of its actual quality. an example of this is one of van gogh’s most famous artwork which is the starry night. objectively, the starry night is a wonderful artwork—one of the most famous artworks from the 19th century. but looking at it subjectively, other people might not think it too beautiful. maybe this person thinks the artwork is not too good for his liking despite its quality. maybe another person deems it too childish with all the colours van gogh used. it all boils down to one point: our own perception.

this is the same when it comes to people. a person might think you are good because they know you personally and have seen the good deed you have done for others. another person might think you are bad based on what they have heard from others. a person might consider you a friend because you have the same age. another person might not consider you a friend despite how close you are. you could suddenly become a stranger to someone who you have known for too long, or you could be the universe of someone who you don’t completely know. still, at the end of the day, what matters most is how you perceive yourself.

if you were an artwork and you were to judge yourself subjectively, how good or bad of an artwork do you think you would be?

only went back to post this and then maybe i’ll disappear again
When you

In my case
Verses switched
The genre

Even I
Do not noticed

I felt that
Signature imprints

When you
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Inspiring Vibes || Soul of the thought
Baylee Kaye Mar 24
you are the sculpture
sculpted from purity and clay
your edges, gilded and refined
rough spots smoothed away with patience
a loving-kindness molding your temple of modesty
I make my declaration of loyalty
a vow to love your ever changing frame
your body crafted by empires of dirt and grace
life breathed to your lungs by righteousness
what once was stone is now a alive
with color lighting your babe-like skin
you stand with liberation
because paralyzing stone makes you no more
Renn Powell Mar 18
you had arms
covered in them
it was artwork of the things
who made up
who you had been
and who you are presently
you gave me my first cigarette
and you also saved my life
your mother still asks about me
and I will always wonder
my place in your life
each morning when she brushes her makeup on her face
she feels like picasso painting a masterpiece
she is a beautiful piece of artwork
moon child Jan 24
Only the finest of artwork on my walls
Mark Rothko
Gustav Klimt
And countless photos of you
Edward Jan 7
ravens tear at me,
each clinging to their own piece.
rip me endlessly.
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