Category: art
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Avian Bondage
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Plumage of gold and green/ Saturated color, only in dreams/ She flies above my winter bed/ A ribbon tangled round her head/ Beauty’s song is muted now/ Yet so pure and eloquent/ I try to catch her, hold her down/ I need to know what her song meant/
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“I must fight the lies my mind whispers to me…”
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***Trigger Warning* This post contains adult subject matter such as mental illness and loss of life by one’s own hand*** ANOTHER FRIEND GONE: She is young, strong and beautiful. A gymnast, so good that she teaches the sport to younger girls. Not long out of high school, not quite an adult; just shy of 21.…
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Slinking out, an arm entwines/ while in my head a dream unwinds /My vision blurs as visions come/ I feel speech slide off my tongue/ It floats away unheard, unread/ I swim out further, the sea my bed. Octo-eel emeralds, such glistening fish/ you filet the flesh, I’ll eat, we’ll wish/ Wish to rise…
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I was pondering a lesson today in oil painting class…that being: It is OK to ruin a painting when you are a beginner. It is ok for your starting efforts to fail, not turn out as you had hoped, to basically be terrible. And the teacher made this comment: “You don’t expect your first efforts…
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oh, my/ i sigh, wisp of memory/ floating by an image/ remembering us the smell of clean/ oil of olay hands warm/ blue veins/ grey eyes Oh, my/ i sigh. arm in arm/ hand to hand laughing again/ I dream awake oh! awaken my love! waiting breathlessly/ drowning sea I hug you tightly/ brightly Shining…
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“…and I am all locked up inside a tiny, empty box of a mind…”
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A Page of posts…. Doubting Thomas in a Virgin Forest. It’s funny that I don’t write in my journal anymore…I used to write every night, pouring my heart out, writing poetry and telling my dreams. No one ever read the words, and I was free to say what I truly had in my heart. It…
Out of the Gutter Art 