I am
not me
I am not what I seem to be
I am not what I look like
masked in the darkness
that only the tears can see
shimmering droplets of fear
breaking the barrier of myself
I am
wrecked
split
torn
embedded
I am a creature behind the pain
sensually smiling to everyone
screaming inside for what is not
as I die with every little breath
I take this life down with me
I am
horrid
masked
broken
terrified
I am hurting for help from others
yet I ask the wrong questions
pondering when I will be saved
yet awaiting the tock of the clock
that never seems to pass on by
I am
crimson
cut
severed
tainted
I am what I feel inside of me
killing off the presence of life
bearing down in the empty hole
realizing no heart was what I had
stone cold in the isolation of myself
I am
ignorant
pitiful
disgraceful
stupid
I am what I don't seem to be
so look at the out and not the in
for your eyes will fill with tears
as my body lay in the cold emptiness
knowing what I was, not who I am
, genre: religious painting, style: High Renaissance, gallery name: Santa Corona, Vicenza, Italy, tags: Christianity, Jesus-Christ, Baptism, Mythology, completition: 1502.
https://uploads4.wikiart.org/images/giovanni-bellini/baptism-of-christ-st-john-altarpiece-1502-2.jpg
, genre: genre painting, style: Romanticism, tags: female-portraits, walls-and-staircases, children portraits.
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Light winged smoke, the one to blame,
Creeping out from my minds clear flame.
Silvery surface of my imagination,
Fading to black, from all accusation.
I lay upon the midnights shadowy skirts,
Watching black moonbeams with the stars emberresed.
Heavenly leisure, waiting over the top,
But I keep falling, I cant seem to stop.
Purple terminology filling me instead,
Of red or yellow flowers buds, opening their heads.
Great waves from an ocean so blue,
I heed not this, buts its monsters, always true.
Whats left, in this world thats fake?
Just I, rusting with the mistakes.
Rainbow clouds of sweet lullaby,
Take me now, I'm ready to die.
Review: ‘The Wax Child’ by Olga Ravn
Ravn’s latest novel proposes that a deep, haunting unknowability is essential to us as human beings.
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John Tain appointed to Carnegie Museum of Art
He will oversee the museum’s curatorial department and work with the museum director, Eric Crosby, to help shape the institution’s artistic program and contextualise its collection.
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, genre: abstract, style: Lyrical Abstraction, completition: 1971.
https://uploads5.wikiart.org/images/friedel-dzubas/nebel-1971.jpg
, genre: cityscape, style: Post-Impressionism, location: ParisFrance, tags: Paris, Notre-Dame-de-Paris, Medieval architecture, Holy places, Arch, Arcade, Classical architecture, Place of worship, Building, Gothic architecture.
https://uploads6.wikiart.org/images/maurice-utrillo/notre-dame.jpg
a room with a table chairs and a window with a view of a city
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, genre: landscape, style: Nanga (Bunjinga), gallery name: Tokyo National Museum, Tokyo, Japan.
https://uploads4.wikiart.org/images/ike-no-taiga/landscape-with-tower.jpg
I wish that you could hold me in your arms.
Hold me close to you where I can escape from the pain.
I wish that you could comfort me and make me feel at ease.
I wish that you were here now. You did this to me.
Why won’t you fix it? I wish you would fix it.
I wish you would mend my broken heart.
Just put the pieces back together.
I wish I knew what you’re thinking. How you’re feeling.
I wish you were here to talk to me. To give me advice and listen.
I wish I could pour my heart out to you. I wish I could cry on you shoulder and not have to fight the tears back.
Knowing that you won’t attempt to dry them at all.
That you would let them all slip from my soul until I drowned.
I wish that you could make me stop crying or at least try.
I wish you never made me cry in the first place.
I wish that I could feel your heart beating.
Your head resting on mine. Your arms tightly holding onto me as if you never want me to leave.
I wish I could have that feeling back one more time.
Just one more time with you to show you how I feel.
To have that feeling that words can’t even come close to describing.
I think I love you but it is too late.
You’re gone and now I want you more than ever.
I wish you were mine to hold. I wish that you knew.
