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Category: Writing and Poetry
Poisoned, sickly and dark Black blood crashed through my veins Torrid, spiteful and angry, I looked upon this existence with disgust. But my eyes turned skyward, I saw the sunset and humankind No more faux love, Rather, a true love for all » Continue Reading
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Category: Art and Photography
Ville Kallio (of Cruelty Squad fame) is my favorite artist, and I wanted to share his artwork here. I initially wanted to embed the Instagram posts, but of course it was broken, so I had to screenshot his posts. PLEASE follow him if you like any of the art! I love his style, it's so unique! » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Far outside, through those windows I Stare, again and again; so desperately I need to be free, to be rid of these Bindings that hold me, but can't be Seen by human eyes, only felt by The tired human spirit, the timeworn mind's eye ... A try at a more "traditional" poem style. » Continue Reading
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Category: Art and Photography
Her name is Sue. I've got lots of pictures of her. Some pictures I posted to reddit and instagram but these should be original. I also took pictures of the Northern Lights a while ago, they were way more beautiful in-person. This was the best photo I could get. » Continue Reading
Category: Music
I know the album is old news by now, but still, I can't help but write about this album. It's so good. I didn't know people still made music like this. We're lucky Tyler is dropping at the end of October so we can still call this Greeptober. If you're living under a rock (I don't blame you, I don't listen to much new music either) this album released October 4th and is about a character Geordie Gr... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Old familiar halls echo the memories that swirl in my mind, I've grown sentimental treading the same grounds of old. Time is a paradox, it was only a moment ago in our lives but it's been an eternity since we met. The growing pains of maturity still ache in my soul, and they will one day dissipate, but healing I still fear; I want not to forget of you all. ... This one's about some old friends fro... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I realized my "Underappreciated music" posts were becoming me just posting music I like, so I'm going to post some actually underappreciated music. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Within this new state, I am joyous. Each deliberation and thought brings such joy; I've found my meaning. My soul grins and my darkness goes; a star born anew shining not with youth and innocence but with wisdom and clarity. I thank my peers, for you've shown me my truth and my passion; through my mind that is filled with nuages I could not find it alone. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
The sky, those cold blue iron bars, they hold be in, and yet; I cannot help but feel that shiver, the dread, when I look into its eyes. Even then, in the fear is love. The blue to the red to the infinite ink, such a transformation inspires even me. The dazzle of the ancient glitter which dots this abyss tantalizes me, and the light of my soul shines through the scars as I stare. The cold embrace o... » Continue Reading
Category: Music
Hey y'all, got some more underappreciated music for ya. If you're reading this, consider checking out some of my writing too! I'm trying to get into it since apparently I'm talented. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Flowing water I am, only but a wave that passes in the hallway. I flow through the rooms as water, in small waves I speak, reaching no shore. I am a calm, tempered sea, and small as these waters may be, my depths are too deep to be seen. I invite you few divers, to come to my domain; I am as calm at my depths as in my surface. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Out of the waters of life, I gasp for the air of isolation. In between, within harmony, I never may be, not me. A life of comfort was never meant to be, but for each person in the depths, there is someone on the surface with me. » Continue Reading
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