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

Even Tide - Eyvind Earle

Cats in ancient Egypt

Cats feature in ancient Egyptian art. It reflects the cat's unique status among people who lived along the Nile River.

Cats were first seen as beneficial predators but later became symbols of divinity and protection. While ancient Egyptians did not worship animals, they did see them as representations of divine aspects of their gods.

The Red Bridge - Julian Alden Weir

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

A Suicide Bombing

An unimaginably loud explosion,
Is followed by broken glass,
And the screams of women and children,
Who are caught up in the blast.

They are caught up in a conflict,
It is catching up with all their lives,
It hasn’t asked for what it’s taken,
And it won’t apologise.

The people open their eyes,
Or at least all those who can,
They don’t want to see the damage,
Dealt by the bombers hand.

They survey all the bleeding,
They hear the cries of pain,
They struggle to comprehend this,
And they start to feel the strain.

A half a dozen are dead,
Fathers, mothers and sons,
And no one can answer the question:
In all this loss, just who has won?

What would drive a person
To board a bus with this in his head?
The survivors don’t know the reason,
Anyone who does is probably dead.

I am

          I am a poet writing of my pain
          I am a girl living a life of shame
          I am he one who you made insane
          I am a person wanting to know more
          I am the one who you showed the door
          I am the one who you will never know
          I am the one who'll let you go
          Because i am the one who will end the show

Liquid Fusion

Cool reflection wails
Blowing jazz on riverbank
A tugboat plays bass

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Something that also differentiated Stoicism from stereotypical philosophical discourse was the fact that it produces men who did rather than thought.

This was Epictetus" target="_blank" class="inline-link">http://dailystoic.com/Epic... ' promise of philosophy. Sometimes the discussion about the meaning of life serves no purpose other than to distract you from the answer, which is found in front of you when you live life.

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The 2 Types of Privilege

The two types of privilege are: individual and institutional.

Institutional privilege refers to all the advantages of Whiteness that are inherited through baked-in foundational forces and their impact on political, economic, legal, and social structures, policies, and practices. 

Individual privilege is what individuals obtain for themselves, often called "achieved" status.

Institutional privilege is tied to individual privilege because a lack of the former constrains or restricts the latter.

The only group of people who have full privilege is the group of high-class Whites.

“It’s never too late – never too late to start over, never too late to be happy.”

🎨 Embrace the beauty of imperfection in your art. Every brushstroke tells a story, every flaw adds character. Let your creativity flow freely, and remember that true artistry lies in expressing your unique vision. #ArtInspiration #CreativityUnleashed #ImperfectlyPerfect

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Things from the Flood - Simon Stalenhag