, genre: portrait, style: Post-Impressionism, gallery name: Private Collection, tags: female-portraits, Marusia-Burliuk, Face, Head, Cheek, Lady, Nose, completition: 1960.
https://uploads6.wikiart.org/images/david-burliuk/marusia-1960.jpgWell, I can tell you what's next: You, chasing something random that you believe makes you happy.
It's all a façade. A hoax. A story that's been made up.
Did Aristotle lie to us when he said:
"Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence."
I think we have to look at that quote from a different angle. Because when you read it, you think that happiness is the main goal. And that's kind of what the quote says as well.
The influence of the printed word in every area of public communication was insistent and powerful not merely because of the quantity of printed matter but because of its monopoly. If you wanted to exchange ideas, you did so in a pamphlet, a debate forum, or a lecture.
These were all places where the form of printed language lent itself to a more sophisticated and elegant content. Lectures and debates didn’t sound like idle conversation—they sounded like writing.
a person sitting on a ledge
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verse 1
I’ve put my life on the line
In the search to find true happiness
On a dream is where I’d dwell
I had my life on the line
It was all on hold and colourless
The darker spirits had cast a spell
I’ve placed a trust in myself
My life will not be lead in loneliness
The streaming tears must float away
I had a trust in myself
Life can’t remain so passionless
Until that time I am a stray
chorus
One can’t just force the emotion
Force it to a place,
Where it can’t blossom proud and true
It lays low then attacks
Attacks when it finds someone
Connecting strong with you
I put my heart and soul
To find the one who’d show me heaven
There were few who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts were for nothing I could tell
And whenever fortune approached
I’d be brought down to serve in hell
Verse 2
I felt so blind to the truth
Naïve and young I wanted it
Because my life was bland and blue
I was so blind to the truth
Seeking all who I connected with
It wasn’t real love I knew
I’ve got a fire in my heart
Warm and raging, still alive
I’m alone, but I’m complete
I had a fire in my heart
It swung around, then learned to live
It’s independent to the heat
chorus
Bridge
The error of my ways was to
Seek compassion from another
My flaw in the day was to
Reciprocate from my lover
Yet all I ever needed was to love myself
With all my heart, from within my soul
Life’s just a series of moments
Mortal, null, and full of stress
A break to being must unfold
Life is a series of moments
Learn not to waste and self confess
So seize yours, don’t be told
Final Chorus
I have my heart and soul
I am the one who’ll show me heaven
With the one’s who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts had been for nothing, I could tell
Now whenever fortune approached
I’m not brought down to serve in hell
I had hope
I should of known it was lie
I knew it wouldn't last
I knew someone was lying to me
I knew it
why did I believe you
why did I believe her
I believed
cause I have dreams
I have hopes
but why have hope
hope is pointless
hope will only cause me to break more
so I give up hope
I will leave this hope of find loving
I will leave all hope behind
I will slowly die
for hope was all that I had in life
hope...
is a dream
a group of birds on a fence
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Each one of you are different
but all your stories are beloved
all ending so wonderfully
with the first man you ever loved
For that I despise you all
and your stupid fabulous lives
your tiny little waists
and perfectly small thighs
never one single zit
great hair and big eyes
happy castles and villages
with always perfect skies
But for some reason I love y'all
so I guess this poem was senseless
why am I even writing about
some imaginary Disney Princesses
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, genre: shan shui, style: Ink and wash painting.
https://uploads3.wikiart.org/images/lan-ying/landscape-after-li-tang.jpggreen grass filed surrounded by rocks
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a wall covered in stickers and posters
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the dark loneliness
the empty feeling
the pain
the suffering
wanting to say bye
but not being able to
the silence of death would suck
a river with snow on the banks
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two men standing beside black BMW sedan
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woman in white lace dress sitting on white chair
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