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, genre: cityscape, style: Impressionism, gallery name: Private Collection, tags: sunrise-and-sunset, Normandy, Rouen, Waterway, Sky, Bridge, completition: 1898.
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, genre: flower painting, style: Expressionism, completition: 1914.
https://uploads6.wikiart.org/00323/images/emilie-charmy/flowers-in-a-vase-c1914.jpgLight 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.
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A Zohran Mamdani Ad Used a Bob Dylan Song. The Music Was Removed.
New York’s next mayor played “The Times They Are a-Changin’” in a spot on social media.
https://t.co/Tz2TuNfr6kI'm not what you expected.
Or maybe I'm exactly that.
No matter how you look at it,
I'm a fucking disappointment.
You saw in me what no one else did.
But there was nothing there to see.
, genre: abstract, style: Cubism, completition: 1995.
https://uploads5.wikiart.org/images/nzante-spee/music-on-the-move-1995.jpgThis actually makes it harder to control your aggression.
The solution is to turn the relationship around. Acknowledge and accept your anger for what it is. Then, direct your efforts at control toward your aggression.
a person's footprints in the sand near the ocean
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It was a warm fall night,
And scattered around the ground were leaves,
As the wind blew the empty tree's gently in the breeze.
Whispers could be heard as wolves were howling steadily.
The moon was bright, the shadows were mysterious.
The laughter's slowly diminished as the fog rolled in.
The land grew dark, the shadows not as sharp,
But the waves kept moving peacefully -in and out.-
The tide was high, the moon was full but slightly hidden in this merely fog that had moved on shore.
Clouds slowly part as the stars can be seen, lighting the colours of the forest.
As our boat entered the harbour's lights, we knew we were finally home; safe and sound!
Our journey has come to an end on this warm fall night, so we thought...
person holding black DSLR camera
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Writing improves in direct ratio to the number of things we can keep out of it that shouldn’t be there.
Consider all the prepositions that are draped onto verbs that don’t need any help. Examine every word you put on paper. You’ll find a surprising number that doesn’t serve any purpose.