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JAC Mar 2017
Don't be defined
By what you don't want to be
For you were designed
To be more than you see.
Making a potentially adult idea into an almost playful, childish limerick is a way of normalizing an issue. It doesn't change the power of the statement, it changes its audience. There is not one best way to talk about something - there are simply ways we can try.
Nahla Nainar Mar 2017
Yarn over needle
In the fond hope
That something
Will come out of this union

Stitches that create
Filled squares and empty
Walls that end a cell
Start off another

Like the Maker’s design
The pattern emerges
Unhurried,
Unworried by its beauty
Colm Jan 2017
Be not mistaken
I'm here as a creator
Your words hold no sway
Over my designer's eyes
So keep them in your own lines
There are two kinds of people in this world.... (;
aniket nikhade Jan 2017
Every design that you make has got a future
Planning makes everything possible
Hence it's always important to have intentions in place,
the right intentions with regards to everything that you do in present,
not only for the present,
but also with respect to future
Martin Narrod Dec 2016
Dubious: charge
The deluxe program in. Obtuse angled and oblong animals. Mecca sexúal, discoverer pulling back the curtain tails in mimicry and peacockiness as the horizon shimmers itself out. Do not eschew unwieldy ostentation towards benign mid-weight colors in the sequel to Blahnik.

Offers in the hesitant, peak winds of Southern-Hemispherical Antarctic weather barometer losses. The ice is like a hive of nameless blue lily pad vessels, each a different magical shade of the water's blue.

She like the uncommon baroque grandeur in an hour of time, herself-

Summons the immense symmetry of her elaborate lavender macramès sheath and entomb her skin, exploding across her body like milk-white daffodils draped upon a morning  bow. Linseed and anise encompasses burnt sweet grass on the breadth of pine in a gentle pillow, anchored only by the veins of her red fruit nectar stitched at the grooves in her cool and unpunctuated lips. While anxiety numbing tufts of gentle satins wisp all the worry and turmoil away, pleasing every nerve, sensor, instinct, and exercise of glib humanity intertwined amid the pulse of our uncensored adultness. She glides amid the arcs of ebullient-molecules ribboned in winter synonyms, summoned up in her sensual and illustrious sublime, and the story of how like a horizon muted by organzas falling beneath her into that relationship she carries with her water God into something profound, immense, and totally ******* exquisite, yet beyond all imagining, she is always doing what has been the coolest **** ever to me. That becomes more magnificently indescribable like our amorous fire, incentivizing the luminous beauty of new stars to rush above us, and yet under us too, amidst the simple and perfected automany she so awesomely imbues.

Until the minutes are silenced in our heads and the days are warm with you.

For Sarah
CC Dec 2016
There is something heroic about dressing simply
Because you need to be clothed well and without superficiality
With the true and natural expression of your knowledge of self
For striving for the ideal self
And for perceiving one's self as already ideal
There is a heroic quality to being the physical embodiment of an idea
Whilst maintaining sincerity, heart, passion
At the same time pragmatism and sobriety
If holiness is synonymous to being devout
Can it be the same for those who go against the grain?
The modesty when most choose immodesty is truly not an act of virtue
But an expression of individuality
Following the rules indicates intelligence
To disobey suggests a higher calling
This is merely about the beauty of being heroic in your wardrobe
Your choice of words must not be wasted
Neither should your choices lack style
Heroism is about doing what routine least expects
There is nothing predictable about the one who blends in
And pounces with strategy in order to devour your heart
Aaron LaLux Aug 2016
Making Broken Patterns

We’re all broken,
that’s why everyone’s searching for a fix,
we’re all hoping,
for a reason to believe well maybe this is it.

Here I sit,
alone again,
as are you,
I sense a trend,

a pattern,
of minor disasters,
mixed with,
major factors,
combines to,
define you,
into whatever comes after,

all the world’s a stage,
all of us are actors,
in The Book of Life until we turn the page,
and enter into the next chapter,

laughter,
from the voyeuristic crowd,
soundtrack,
from the orchestra of sounds,

sounds,
a lot like life right,
now,
we are all in the limelight,

our scars are watercolors,
our feelings are ink,
our attitude is honest art,
we use pain and bliss to paint the masterpiece,

a distaster we,
are for sure none of us are pure,
as times moves faster we,
see that none of this is sure,

sure,

we’re all broken,
that’s why everyone’s searching for a fix,
we’re all hoping,
for a reason to believe well maybe this is it…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
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Colm May 2016
My shoes are empty, no rhythm or beat to fill the soles.
My energy tank is drained and dry,
And my crutch, my sugar, is attempting to consume me whole.

I push for something, try and try,
But designs escape me everytime.
As time reveals that I am tired, and tested by my own desire.

I beg for sleep to make me whole,
And yet I must and must persist.
To fight the battles new and old, and find my way throughout the mist.

I persevere and do persist to pull my art out of nothingness.
Until the sun on this day sets,
I will create until I rest.
The title is kinda ironic. Because it's often needed. :D
Seth Milliman Mar 2016
I am the last of me,
No one else is unique to my design.
As I traveled through this blue world,
I searched and searched for someone whom could be mine.
Someone whom I could share with on this road,
But alas any attempts ended in failure and suffering.
So now I sit and stare at the stars,
Wishing for all that has yet to be to come true.
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