The age of enlightenment - Rene Magritte

Social media anxiety: Switch your focus

Rather than attending to the conversation at hand, socially anxious people are focused on themselves and continually monitor how they're coming across. They assume the worst about themselves.

When chatting to someone online, try to focus on the other person. Actively listen rather than thinking about how you look or sound. Actively enjoy what is out there. When on a video call, minimise your own image to help you focus more on the conversation.

All Alone

All alone
By Charles Marks

Sitting all alone, Thinking of you
Praying and hoping you get better
Wishing I could be there too help u feel better                
Thinking of you all day and night
Wishing i was there too help u feel Better
But You were Unsure about that
What can I do too show your Parents I am Not a bad guy
That I am only a guy with huge heart looking after you
You Know that
So what can we do too show that too them
I’m running out of Ideals
I hate seeing you being ill
It's not fun, Plus I can't see you
So get better Hun
Love ya your Hun Charles

Quizzes: The Local Affair

Small-scale quiz events were often staged in the 1940s by women at various pubs, as a deterrent for their husbands. Many pubs drew on this pastime and organized quizzes to draw consumers in the '80s.

The appeal for a public question and answer session is so widespread that in 2019, more than half of the 40,000 odd pubs in the UK ran quiz leagues on local and national levels.

Vulnerable

I feel so insecure,
But confident and so sure,
Knowing that you love me,but also realizing,
That with one word you could break my heart,
And with one movement you could shatter my soul,
And with one thought you could destroy my dreams,
I've never felt this way before,
Don't know if its healthy,
Or rotten to the core,
All I know is that as Abby would say,
"Your the key on my key-chain, and the rose on my bush,"
So please don't kick down the door,
Or let the flowers wilt to the floor,
because I Love You more than you could ever know,
And I never want to let you go.

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

Tangerine Reflection

Exoskeletal waste
      peeled off in sickening
                        stretches of torn
       bone marrow ripping.

T
O
 S           aside as
  S           rubbish.
   E
    D

Rummage through file cabinets of
                        trials,habits,love
                      and
all the other trivial things
  we can't breath without.

Sticky soul penetrated by a
      roaming finger.
                   Lingering aftertaste.
                        Smash the case
                         and open up
                           my mind

or don't.

Who cares either way?

Pulp sculpted into a car wreck victim's
heart,beating in a soggy pile.

Terrains of orange like the
straining morning trying to invade the horizon again.

Adjust the tint knob.
Life is green.
                And always moreso on the other side
                                    of discovery.

Rubbery shrapnel.
            Apples to oranges is the equation of my existence.

Armor annihilated and discarded.
Amour,why?These flakes span our parted
                                ways
                             my melting
                                dove.

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.

The fifteenth edition of the Shanghai Biennale, titled "Does the flower hear the bee?," opens on Saturday, November 8, at the Power Station of Art. The exhibition features over 250 works by sixty-seven individual artists and collectives from China and around the world, including https://t.co/HYGIlagvDO

Mmmm

Mmmm - I feel good….

With a ‘Breath of fresh Ayr’
To start your day,
And 'Honest Men'
Along the way,
'Bonnie Lasses'
To help you stay,
Aye, Ayr’s the place,
To be today…

© ali-p 2003

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drawing artwork

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

illustration artwork

🎨 Embrace the beauty of imperfection in art! Every brushstroke tells a story, and every flaw adds character. Let’s celebrate creativity in all its forms and inspire each other to unleash our unique visions. #ArtisticExpression #CreativityUnleashed 🌟

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Purple Terminology & Rainbow Clouds

Light winged smoke, the one to blame,
Creeping out from my minds clear flame.
Silvery surface of my imagination,
Fading to black, from all accusation.
I lay upon the midnights shadowy skirts,
Watching black moonbeams with the stars emberresed.
Heavenly leisure, waiting over the top,
But I keep falling, I cant seem to stop.
Purple terminology filling me instead,
Of red or yellow flowers buds, opening their heads.
Great waves from an ocean so blue,
I heed not this, buts its monsters, always true.
Whats left, in this world thats fake?
Just I, rusting with the mistakes.
Rainbow clouds of sweet lullaby,
Take me now, I'm ready to die.

The Wounded Man - Gustave Courbet