The Game

Why can't you just leave me alone
Just stay out of my life, it's too hard w/ you here
I have somebody else now
Somebody I can actually hold near
Do I want you back?
Why ask a question you already know
I still love you with everything I have
I don't think I will ever be able to let you go
Sometimes I can't hold back the memories of you
Remembering what you do makes me cry
I'd give anything to have you here
Forgetting your face makes me want to die
I've never had anything as good as you
But with all good comes bad
I will never have anyone love me like you
I wish we still had what we had
You want me back and you make it sound so easy
Break up with him and it'll be like it used to be?
If only I knew you could make your words come true
I'd do anything if you could just make me see
Don't hurt me anymore, I can't do it
It's not as easy as it sounds, you're killing me
I'm going to hurt regardless
Just leave me alone, and let things be
I'll love you forever, you know I will
If only I knew your love was the same
One more tear over you will leave me dry
If only I were up for the game

I am not what it seems

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

Suicide

Why did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose that I wanted to die?
I picked up that knife,
And slit up and down,
The blood rushing out,
my life ending fast was a definite doubt,
I swallowed those pills,
I knew the many people that kills,
The taste sour in my mouth,
My breath now was going south,
Slower and slower I began to breath,
Why did he have to leave,
I lay on the floor,
Trying to reach the door,
My screams no one heard,
Not even a single word,
I begged to God,
Don't let me do this,
Don't let me die,
Then for no reason,
I began to wonder why,
I remembered his face,
Oh I want to leave this place,
I crawled out the door,
Blood rushing out more and more,
The trail followed me into the kitchen,
I opened a drawer,
Then everything I used to fear,
Became so clear,
As I held that gun to my head,
I knew in a minute Id be dead,
BOOM...
Standing over my body I began to realize,
That Im not the only person people will try to victimize,
Why did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose,
That I wanted to die?

Excavation - Willem de Kooning

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Art

One main philosophy of art is often not enough for a person to judge it. Most people fall into two categories of a perspective. For example, a person can have a mixture of instrumentalism and imitationalism. As a result, they judge art based on whether it can probe into the audiences’ thoughts but also based on how each element resembles the actual stuff.

At the same time, people almost always have one perspective that is least important to them. Such a perspective means they don’t pay attention to that aspect when they judge art.

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My Own Broken Mirror

It’s my perfect distortion
My face mirrored, and split by emotion
Toyed with and tainted as I move
From one to another, I fit to the grooves

Of the loose ends of sharpness that gather to unite
To be perfectly fitted
And renewed to the mirrored spite
Unnoticeably broken
But brittle and rough
Stand from afar, and admire the muffs

Help with the pane
Move to uncertainty
Lure the cheery light
And cure my fearful fright.

It’s my perfect distortion
That I recognize so well
But help me see
What the others see but tell.
Are the pieces lost?
Slipped through the cracks?
Fallen through to the dangerous high acts?
I’ll never know of my pieces that are missing.
Mold the old to fit the space
Kiss the glass, even of bad taste

Forever, but never made
To be new
Just molded and distorted
To create a familiar you

Of mirrored light, broken,
But Forever Bright.
Please stay with the brittle pane
Until the sun goes down
And pain fades
And new lights of distorted beauty
Reign again

Message

Upon a mailbox
I did stumble
And all that I wished
Was to leave a message
Perfect, like they were.
This is what I left:

I want to leave a message
Something Beautiful
And touching
Yet witty
And humorous
Intelligent
But not pretentious...

I guess this will work

I love you.
That is all.

Nature's Symphony digital artwork

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If I could

If I could
Do everything over...
I wouldn't

If I could
feel the end coming...
I wouldn't

If I could
make you understand...
I wouldn't

If I could
trust you...
I wouldn't

If I could
end it all...

I would

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Writing well: getting to the point

Writers must constantly ask: "What am I trying to say?" Most of the time, they don’t know. Then they must look at what they have written and ask: "Have I said it?"

If something isn’t important enough for your writing, then remove it. In fact, most first drafts can be cut in half and still get the point across without losing anything important.

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Social media and fashion shows

Fashion shows have always been about creating visibility and exposure for a designer's collection with the end goal of selling clothes. Technology placed fashion weeks within reach of everyone and changed it into a pop-culture phenomenon. As the fashion influencer emerged, the street style followed.

The rise of social media also led to brands choosing to livestream their shows to all. The change has expanded over the last year, causing designers to embrace a digital format over gatherings.

No One Knows

Nobody knows the pain
you feel...

Nobody knows the way
it hurts...

It leaves no scar
they can see...

Nobody knows how much
you wish it away...

And nobody know how
it just grows and grows...

And nobody knows what it is
that you know...

Cause nobody knows the pain
Inside.

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