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🎨✨ What's one piece of art that changed the way you see the world? Whether it’s a painting, sculpture, or multimedia piece, share your thoughts and why it resonated with you! #ArtDiscussion #Inspiration #ArtCommunity
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Blossoming Valley - Summer Artwork Digital Art | AI Digital Download | Digital Art | Digital Image | Landscapes digital artwork
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a building under construction with a sign in front of it
https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1632400386307-2b2f275b35da?fm=jpg&fit=crop&w=600&q=80&fit=max
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2 months ago
Confusing Confusion
So many choices, don't know where to go
North; South; East; West, being pulled in all directions
Work or study can not decide
love and hate, to live or die
cross or stay, come or go
confusing the paths , but down which road?
Left or right, up and down
sing a song or smile or frown
speak of feelings, keep them inside
embrace death or coward and hide
show my face or wear the mask
eat the food or the trash
so many choices without a clue
of the decisions I'm to do.
stay with you, come or go
wait beside, behind or below
questions problems which to solve
the fun, cruel, maybe non at all
so many choices, going insane
or already was, ahh! the pain
so many choices, what to do
i do not know, I HAVE NOT A CLUE!!!!!!
So many choices, don't know where to go
North; South; East; West, being pulled in all directions
Work or study can not decide
love and hate, to live or die
cross or stay, come or go
confusing the paths , but down which road?
Left or right, up and down
sing a song or smile or frown
speak of feelings, keep them inside
embrace death or coward and hide
show my face or wear the mask
eat the food or the trash
so many choices without a clue
of the decisions I'm to do.
stay with you, come or go
wait beside, behind or below
questions problems which to solve
the fun, cruel, maybe non at all
so many choices, going insane
or already was, ahh! the pain
so many choices, what to do
i do not know, I HAVE NOT A CLUE!!!!!!
2 months ago
a large yellow building with a pool in front of it
https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1683665578610-9a880b8fe97a?fm=jpg&fit=crop&w=600&q=80&fit=max
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green trees and plants during daytime
https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1594339533068-9d2148b044c1?fm=jpg&fit=crop&w=600&q=80&fit=max
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Disegno geometrico - Giulio Paolini
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Art - Muntadher Saleh
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brown and white duck on green grass during daytime
https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1600331751048-0c48549aa487?fm=jpg&fit=crop&w=600&q=80&fit=max
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.
