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
Not talking is tearing me apart
your friendship held such a special part of my heart
Everything was going alright
that was until the other night
Maybe it never should have be spoken of
Just left in the dark as a hidden love
Being more than friends could make this end
A helping hand you will not lend
Your feelings are so unclear to me
Others have said but i will let it be
All i want is to hear it from you
Set me straight and tell me true
, genre: figurative, style: Sōsaku hanga, tags: Font, completition: 1950.
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French prosecutors say five more suspects were arrested in connection with the shocking theft of $102 million worth of imperial jewelry from the Louvre.
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, genre: flower painting, style: Impressionism, tags: Vase, Flower, Still life photography, Plant.
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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
, genre: genre painting, style: Ukiyo-e, completition: 1954.
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This work reveals artist Mary Sully's admiration for Fiorello La Guardia, the mayor of New York City from 1934 to 1945, known for his charismatic personality and commitment to civic reform. It revolves around designs of crowns and densely drawn https://t.co/xz1qSZFiet
a close up of a white flower with water droplets
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Gezelligheid refers to a convivial, cozy, or warm atmosphere. This can be the warmth of being with loved ones or the feeling of seeing a friend after a long absence.
It is similar to the Danish concept of hyggelig and the German concept of gemütlichkeit.
It suggests a general togetherness that provides a feeling of warmth. Many consider it the word that most closely represents the heart of Dutch culture.
glass building under blue sky during daytime
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Chest enclosed
heart about to explode
please don't leave again
you've already left
I know it's not the way I think of it
but I can't help but think of it that way
I know you care about me
so why are you so far?
Why does my heart want you so
knowing you are too soon to leave
knowing I will be left with tears
and memories once lived now gone.
Through the darkness of it all
it was worth it
you are worth the pain of seeing you leave
because at least I got to see you
Why does my heart whisper
your name into the wind,
when all it does is travel the other way?
Why do you torture me so
with words of brilliance
only to be left behind
with the hands of time?
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