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🎨✨ What does art mean to you? Is it a form of self-expression, a reflection of society, or perhaps a way to provoke thought? Let's dive into the diverse meanings of art! Share your thoughts and favorite works that embody your perspective! #ArtDiscussion #ArtMeaning #CreativeExpression
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2 months ago
Weakening Strength
I’m weak and tired,
shaky and damaged.
Why does strength make me
weak?
Why every time I stand strong
do I shake and inside,
turn meek?
Strength rips off my flesh
and tears my insides
so the timid, helpless child
can no longer hide—
No longer hide
the tears, the screams
the slashing, the gashing,
the moaning the pain,
the ashes, the crashes,
the rain, no gain.
Strength grabs me, it stabs me
and sets me afire;
it slaps me, it snaps me,
running me down
to the mud and the mire.
I walk proudly
as strength kills me from the
inside out.
I scream and shout
but my pain reaches not one ear
while I fall and shake,
cry and break;
yelling for something to save
me,
for strength to stop raping me
and killing me
with every breath I take.
I’m weak and tired,
shaky and damaged.
Why does strength make me
weak?
Why every time I stand strong
do I shake and inside,
turn meek?
Strength rips off my flesh
and tears my insides
so the timid, helpless child
can no longer hide—
No longer hide
the tears, the screams
the slashing, the gashing,
the moaning the pain,
the ashes, the crashes,
the rain, no gain.
Strength grabs me, it stabs me
and sets me afire;
it slaps me, it snaps me,
running me down
to the mud and the mire.
I walk proudly
as strength kills me from the
inside out.
I scream and shout
but my pain reaches not one ear
while I fall and shake,
cry and break;
yelling for something to save
me,
for strength to stop raping me
and killing me
with every breath I take.
2 months ago
Bullshit and Black
I'm about to give up on people.
Them and all their bullshit.
I want to crawl back in my hole.
Where the solitude is peaceful.
I'd be better off without them.
They wouldn't be able to hurt me.
I want a darkness to surround me.
I'll soak up all it's wonders.
I don't exist to them.
I'm just a figment of their imaginations.
I exist only in my head.
Only here I am safe.
They constantly ignore me.
Though I try to be their friend.
I want the darkness to take me.
Here, I can't be hurt.
I want to give up on people.
All the heartache they cause.
I want to live in my mind.
Alone, dark, and safe is all I want.
I'm about to give up on people.
Them and all their bullshit.
I want to crawl back in my hole.
Where the solitude is peaceful.
I'd be better off without them.
They wouldn't be able to hurt me.
I want a darkness to surround me.
I'll soak up all it's wonders.
I don't exist to them.
I'm just a figment of their imaginations.
I exist only in my head.
Only here I am safe.
They constantly ignore me.
Though I try to be their friend.
I want the darkness to take me.
Here, I can't be hurt.
I want to give up on people.
All the heartache they cause.
I want to live in my mind.
Alone, dark, and safe is all I want.
2 months ago
🎨 Embrace the beauty of imperfection! Art teaches us that every brushstroke tells a story, and every mistake can lead to a masterpiece. Let your creativity flow freely and remember: art is all about expression, not perfection! #ArtInspiration #CreativityUnleashed
2 months ago
God Is A Queer
I bet if I told you,
You could see faith.
But you're too stupid,
Too figure him out.
The answer is right here,
God is a queer.
I bet you would fuck him,
Of course, you're a believer.
I bet you would feel him,
Of course, you raise your hands to him
You write songs for him,
But whats he done for you.
WoW! Free-will, I've sold mine,
But where's the truth at?
At least we know, Satan,
There are pictures, and diseases.
But where is God?
Who knows, but all I know is,
God is a Christian Queer
I bet if I told you,
You could see faith.
But you're too stupid,
Too figure him out.
The answer is right here,
God is a queer.
I bet you would fuck him,
Of course, you're a believer.
I bet you would feel him,
Of course, you raise your hands to him
You write songs for him,
But whats he done for you.
WoW! Free-will, I've sold mine,
But where's the truth at?
At least we know, Satan,
There are pictures, and diseases.
But where is God?
Who knows, but all I know is,
God is a Christian Queer
2 months ago
🎨 Embrace the chaos of creativity! Every brushstroke, every line tells a unique story waiting to unfold. Let your imagination run wild and transform the ordinary into the extraordinary! #ArtInspiration #CreativeProcess 🌟✨