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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

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

Upper Twin Lakes in the Colorado Rockies - David Johnson

🎨🖌️ Let's talk about artistic influence! How do you think your favorite artists shape your own creative journey? Do you lean more towards emulating their style, or do you strive to carve out your unique voice? Share your thoughts and inspirations! #ArtDiscussion #CreativeJourney

Defining Art

• Art does not have a universal definition, though it is generally believed that it is an intentional and conscious creation of something that requires imagination and skill.


• It can be thought of as a symbol of what it means to be human, manifested in physical form for others to see and interpret.


• The word ‘art’ originates from the Latin word ‘ars’ that means skill or craft.


• Art, like beauty, is subjective, and its valuation and definition changes as time goes by.


• To understand art one has to see it’s essential nature and the social impact or importance it generates.

Illustration to 'For the voice' by Vladimir Mayakovsky - El Lissitzky

Located in the host city of the imminent COP30, the Bienal das Amazônias has a strong social message for the world https://t.co/lbWjbyRqY9

What was the first salaried baseball team?

The Cincinnati Red Stockings now known as the Cincinnati Reds of 1869 were baseball's first openly all-professional team, with ten salaried players.

Sleeping Rustam - Sultan Muhammad

Liquid Fusion

Cool reflection wails
Blowing jazz on riverbank
A tugboat plays bass

Curiosity is the spark that ignites the flame of creativity

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

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