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

There and back

It was the ride of a lifetime
That turned around so much
Here off to leave the place we slept
To fight the world and such

We left everything but the sky
In our hearts it stayed tight
By love it stood alone that time
To us it only felt right

The tire blew up before some time
The distance fell short that day
Under the stars’ night we thought that
We had not picked a way

Together we ran forever to stay
And to be with each other
Every city had a small town
All towns looked like another

The road kept us bumping around
Holding on for our love
The way got rough and hard and tough
Hardly with heads above

The road came to a stopping point
Waiting for life to live
Our place is here the time is now
To stop running from time

Bullshit and Black

I'm about to give up on people.
Them and all their bullshit.

I want to crawl back in my hole.
Where the solitude is peaceful.

I'd be better off without them.
They wouldn't be able to hurt me.

I want a darkness to surround me.
I'll soak up all it's wonders.

I don't exist to them.
I'm just a figment of their imaginations.

I exist only in my head.
Only here I am safe.

They constantly ignore me.
Though I try to be their friend.

I want the darkness to take me.
Here, I can't be hurt.

I want to give up on people.
All the heartache they cause.

I want to live in my mind.
Alone, dark, and safe is all I want.

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

Key Steps Japan took to Make Tokyo More Liveable

• Relaxation of zoning laws
• Investment in rail. 
• Approaching the development of poorer neighbourhoods as gradual and in-situ in nature.
• Using data to plan resources and manage the ageing population.  

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Progress.

Measured not in days or weeks but in years and decades.

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🎨 Every brushstroke tells a story, each color captures a feeling. Art isn't just about what we see; it's about how it makes us feel. Let's celebrate the power of creativity and the magic of expression! #Art #Creativity #Inspiration

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Normal People Vs Crazy People

A normal person can tell you lots of factual information about his life, his work, his neighborhood, and his hobbies but very little about the FDA clinical trial process or the moon landing. But do you know who knows a ton about the moon landing? Crazy people who think it’s fake. They don’t have crank opinions because they are misinformed, they have tons and tons of moon-related factual information because they’re cranks. 

After the Storm

It was a warm fall night,

And scattered around the ground were leaves,

As the wind blew the empty tree's gently in the breeze.

Whispers could be heard as wolves were howling steadily.

The moon was bright, the shadows were mysterious.

The laughter's slowly diminished as the fog rolled in.

The land grew dark, the shadows not as sharp,

But the waves kept moving peacefully -in and out.-

The tide was high, the moon was full but slightly hidden in this merely fog that had moved on shore.

Clouds slowly part as the stars can be seen, lighting the colours of the forest.

As our boat entered the harbour's lights, we knew we were finally home; safe and sound!

Our journey has come to an end on this warm fall night, so we thought...

The Hills of Trouville - Pierre-Auguste Renoir

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Drapery for a seated figure - Leonardo da Vinci

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Censorship controversies expose divisions in Mexico City’s art scene

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Racial Microaggressions

Racial microaggressions are subtle and often inadvertent messages sent to people of color by "well-intentioned" white people that are unaware of the hidden meanings sent to them. Basically, unconsciously acting with bias.

Microaggressions (e.g., a higher tendency to interrupt people of color who are speaking, ignoring input from people of color, or displaying cold or hostile nonverbal behaviors) manifest racism directly—so much so that some scholars and practitioners have begun using the term racial harassment, in place of microaggression, to convey the seriousness of their impact.