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Never Broken

My heart is in your hands. What will you do with it?
I give it freely; I've not had it broken before.
I may not deserve it, but I hope we end together.
We may not make it, but we have to try, right?
How could we sacrifice what we have, something so beautiful.
These are the things dreams are made of, that which we have,
Things sometimes never achieved.
We have.

You tell me you're mine, if I ever want you.
How could you even doubt it?
I never have.

You say you're independent - so am I.
You don't want to be tied down too early.
I'll help you fly.

You say you don't want to spend eternity without me.
What kind of God would do that to us?
Not any God of mine.

Time wasted on meaningless pastimes, without you.
So many things I want you to see, to be with me through.
I can't wait for the day I never leave you, together.
The day we become one, in God's eyes, forever.

Love does not begin to say it all.

Eyes drawing, fantastic plants artwork, white graphics on a black paper background, surreal world, sur art, surrealism drawing artwork

digital artwork

photo artistic

15

15 years old and trying to get,
How to grow up,
Without throwing a fit,
My classes are hard,
I feel so scared,
Having to do homework, chores, and more,
But wanting to watch cartoons like I did before,
Needing some comfort,
While standing up tall,
And just praying not to fall,
I'm not grown up yet,
But sometimes, that I forget,
Having to act responsible,
Yet feeling so reckless,
Confused and worried,
Confident and secure,
Trying to grow up,
Yet trying to be pure.

Pressed

Were you thinking of me today
Am i ever what your thinking to say
Do you ever wonder about where i go
Ever wish you were there with me though?
I wonder where you are right now
Am i all alone somehow
No trust in myself
Not looking for help
Just wondering about all the things that were said
Did you mean what you said in my bed
Sorry for putting you there
All i wanted to do was care
Now you are lost and ive gone missing
Was it in my mind you and i were kissing
What have i done did i do it again
Did i fuck it all up to lose another friend
Now can i stop trying
Cause in this house im dying
They give me shit day in day out
All they ever fucking do is shout
Im trying to forgive myself for what ive done
These bruises and cuts have just begun
They settled me down pressed the pain within
Pressed in so deep it broke through the skin
Oh how it burns blood mixed with tears
Of all the pain i held through the years
Im cold weak and lonely
Im not waiting for you to start actin phony
Here we go i take my last breath
Wonder what theyll say now that i left...

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Climate activists sentenced for red-powder attack on US Constitution and Degas sculpture

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Cold Moon

blue seclusion
illuminating the midnight forest
every breath sending a cloud of cold crystals
it is all the best

looking at the cold blue moon
wondering.....
Will I die soon?
Is this the last thing of beauty I see?

And something tells me no
To keep living my life
Because....
There is another full moon
Around the corner

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illustration artwork

Astronomical Inf

Out of these eight instruments, Bhaskara was fond of Phalak yantra, which he made with skill and efforts.

He argued that „ this yantra will be extremely useful to astronomers to calculate accurate time and understand many astronomical phenomena‟.

Interestingly, Bhaskara ii also talks about astronomical information by using an ordinary stick. One can use the stick and its shadow to find the time to fix geographical north, south, east, and west. One can find the latitude of a place by measuring the minimum length of the shadow on the equinoctial days or pointing the stick towards the North Pole

“Clear thinking becomes clear writing; one can’t exist without the other.”

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.

After the Storm

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...