Glistening streams silently fall,
Upon broken shards of suffering.
The glass shards pierce my fragile mind,
And blood drips down my quavering hands.
My cries are so silent but shrill,
Yet no one detects my misery.
I beg and plead for someone’s help,
But they all ignore my eerie sobs.
Nothing but the rain touches me;
It can only wash the blood away;
I will always feel this damned pain.
But I will mask it with some façade.
Don’t worry about me right now,
These tears will dry and I’ll be okay.
It’s just another mental fight,
And it will all end soon enough.
How to create a diversion
I lost and was amazed
Of how you tricked my foolish heart.
Deceit and then betrayal
You kissed and left me, in the dark.
But did you know, precocious thief,
That truth may alter you
For the wisdom of choice
Goes far too deep
Than clever words untrue.
The quest you took, my dear defeat,
Will question in the end
How vain a soul must
Pain repeat
And on its bliss depend.
I laughed and walked among
Your precious lanes with fiery sparks,
But I felt it all along-
You’d kiss and leave me, in the dark.
, genre: genre painting, style: Romanticism, gallery name: National Gallery, London, UK, tags: pastoral-scenes, leisure-and-sleep, completition: 1788.
https://uploads4.wikiart.org/00380/images/francisco-goya/a-picnic-francisco-goya.jpgThe less personal information an account gives, the more likely it is to be a Bot.
The only unique feature is a link to a US-based political action committee:
Blackmantrump gives no personal information at all. There is thus no indication of what person lies behind the account.
, genre: landscape, style: Futurism, tags: Sky, completition: 1933.
https://uploads6.wikiart.org/images/gerardo-dottori/aurora-volando-1933.jpgGaining your first 1,000 followers on Instagram can sound like an immense hurdle when you only have 5, and 1 of them is your mom. There’s also the problem of not knowing where to begin. If you’re talented enough to go viral in one go, congrats, but this isn’t for you.
Phubbing, or phone-snubbing is increasingly common, where we snub the person talking to us in person in favour of the incoming text message on our phone.
We should provide our complete attention to the person in front of us, and if someone phubs us, we can let them know right there.
𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 “𝐰𝐡𝐲” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐬.
Upon a mailbox
I did stumble
And all that I wished
Was to leave a message
Perfect, like they were.
This is what I left:
I want to leave a message
Something Beautiful
And touching
Yet witty
And humorous
Intelligent
But not pretentious...
I guess this will work
I love you.
That is all.
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
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.