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11 votes
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The Ceremony
This is a short, experimental story I wrote. Hope it's interesting. As I opened my eyes the whirl of indistinction calmed and I was standing there in a room paneled in wood, rich and dark and...
This is a short, experimental story I wrote. Hope it's interesting.
As I opened my eyes the whirl of indistinction calmed and I was standing there in a room paneled in wood, rich and dark and polished slightly. It was time for the oath. She stood at her lectern with her book open in front of the priest, who turned to the needed page and bid her to sing, which she did, sweet and calm and certain, without dramatics or pomp. Why would she need it? It was what she was to do. She smiled, I think, her form was not clear except for the vague impression of her gently rounded cheeks and lips the color of a rose too pale a pink to be said red. And now the priest was across from me and my book opened to its song page. Seven squares, (or was it nine?), filled mid grey onto the paper ruled across with needle fine lines the color of rust. It was old, plainly, but still strong. I felt looking at the page a feeling I had never known, not quite joy or determination or happiness or fear but an immensity as if I had for a heart now an infinitely faceted gem in whose faces you could find any color if you would only let it catch the light. It was like madness melded together with a certainty so strong anything less than “it is” fails to reach it. I feared I could not voice it, and said as much to the priest. To point at the page and utter “Sing.” was his only response. And I did, tremulously and weakly, but I sang, and through it came a sweetness despite me. And it was done. Through the haze now I remember the ascent up the stairs and my body collapsing onto the white couch my head landing in her lap, and her final exclaim “_______! We are!”.
5 votes -
When Even the Greatest of Writers Grapples with Self-Doubt
9 votes -
Would anyone like a free website?
I do web and graphic design professionally, but currently have some free time. You can see some of my work here. You would still need to pay for the domain registration (15$/year), but I could...
I do web and graphic design professionally, but currently have some free time.
You can see some of my work here.
You would still need to pay for the domain registration (15$/year), but I could provide hosting.
Bonus if you’re a starving artist, non-profit, or doing something humanitarian. I’d prefer not to do one for a business, since they should be able afford to pay someone, but feel free to make a case.
I would build it with Wordpress and incorporate Divi so you wouldn’t be entirely dependent on me to make future edits yourself.
I’m far from an expert and mostly do front-end, but like helping people and love the community here.
38 votes -
art is trash.
hiiiiiii everybody guess who drunk for the first time this year ayeeeee we're back i love it i hate it i miss you how damned lazy is the poet who only ever writes. how wasted is the painter who...
hiiiiiii everybody guess who drunk for the first time this year ayeeeee
we're back
i love it
i hate it
i miss you
how damned lazy
is the poet
who only ever writes.
how wasted
is the painter
who drowns out his lines.
how atrophied
the pianist
who cannot bend the light
if this is art then it isn't mine.
.
a screw
driver is useless
when nails
are the nuisance
an easel
is pointless
with verbally
mindless rhymes.
.
to what length in an artist?
if you cannot wield
every edge of the
toolbox right?
.
not every thought
is at best
through emo
writings expressed
kid, sometimes
you have to
know your lines.
.
to better outline your problems.
(better outline your problems)
better sketch out your issues
(guarantee she don't miss you)
better sculpt out the tissue
and try to attend to
the shit you
can only rhyme.
.
what a waste of an artist.
.
what a waste of an artist.
.
you call your poems cathartic
but that's your only
medium, right?
.
you wanna be a God
you better step up
better learn to
do your makeup
hopefully you learn
to draw her thighs.
.
better off dead otherwise.
.
if you're not the greatest it's a guise.
ich lebe noch von dir
so if i won't be remembered
then by your God
i should prolly' die.
.
what the fuck is an artist.
.
wjo is reallt an aritst.
.
you call your poems cathartic,
but that's your only
medium - right?
13 votes -
fuck you.
God put me at ease deliver me to peace. if you're above deliver me to love. there's not a sign you're months without a call. i begin to think you never cared at all. in winter breezes hang me from...
God
put me at ease
deliver me to peace.
if you're above
deliver me to love.
there's not a sign
you're months without a call.
i begin to think
you never cared at all.
in winter breezes
hang me from the trees.
god i'm sick of
never feeling enough.
make me crease and
break me at my knees.
tarot prophet guide me
with your crystal ball.
.
read the names i've
written in my skin.
banish me to walk
alone in cold.
hit my face and tell me
this is it.
kill me, say you
never cared at all
.
screaming in your car
you said you'd call the cops
if i don't take my seatbelt off
on our way home and walk.
.
screaming in our home
you'd always slam the doors
and leave the silence ringing
in the halls
.
alone in dark i wailed
you didn't care.
as you sat there on your phone
and talked and talked.
.
always acting like
i wasn't there.
even asked me to pretend
that we were not.
.
remember back in college
when you made some friends
and tried to make me hide,
not show me off?
.
tried to tell them
i was just a friend.
and when i protested
god you told me off.
.
but when i made you mad
how mad you went.
and appeared inside my room
without consent.
.
i walked in and found you there
sat at my desk.
it should've ended there
but i regressed.
.
i said we would grow past it
never did.
always made me second guess
the life i live.
.
it's not my fault
that you stayed home alone.
why do i slash and cry and pray
that you'll pick up the phone.
.
tell me why i love you
when it's wrong.
.
.
.
tell me why i want you
when you're gone.
.
.
.
i want you to ignore me,
miss my calls.
.
.
.
if at least you'll speak
to me at all.
fuck you.
i'm sorry.
i love you.
fuck you.
fuck you too.
12 votes -
A journey through love with Richard Brautigan
so i've just recently learned about this guy, and his work is quickly becoming a favorite of mine. i'm admittedly crazy poorly-read (is that the antonym to well-read?) when it comes to... well,...
so i've just recently learned about this guy, and his work is quickly becoming a favorite of mine.
i'm admittedly crazy poorly-read (is that the antonym to well-read?) when it comes to...
well, anything besides self-help books released up to "The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck" by Mark Manson.
and his work has been concise and just fucking accurate enough for me to enjoy.
so i present you all,
a journey through love, with Richard Brautigan.
-2
Everybody wants to go to bed
with everybody else, they're
lined up for blocks, so I'll
go to bed with you. They won't
miss us.
in this first stage, we see that little Richie's met himself someone special, and off they go arm in arm to live happily ever after.
Romeo and Juliet
If you will die for me,
I will die for you
and our graves will be like two lovers washing
their clothes together
in a laundromat
If you will bring the soap
I will bring the bleach.
and here we see something that, personally, i found surprising from a poet who got his start in the 50s.
this piece emulates the incendiary, passionate, limitless love that some of us have been lucky enough to experience in the early years of our lives. the love where it's the both of you against the world. the love where the most mundane tasks seem incredulous solely because they're done together. the love that i have only seemed to find in life, through trauma bonding.
their love is powerful. their love is radiant.
I Feel Horrible, She Doesn't
I feel horrible. She doesn't
love me and I wander around
like a sewing machine
that's just finished sewing
a turd to a garbage can lid.
their love is over.
the crass yet poignant imagery somehow simultaneously flashing feelings of uselessness, self-loathing, and loss.
you are here.
Haiku Ambulance
A piece of green pepper
fell
off the wooden salad bowl:
so what?
the sheer stoicism here is inspiring to me.
this is the mindset that i want - and don't have the emotional energy to cultivate.
were Brautigan still around and kickin' today, i'd buy the man a shot of the best whiskey i could get with $7 and thank him for emulating the exact mindset i want, need, and desire
in four lines.
it's simple - the green paper is a fraud, illusory. from afar or even from near with a quick glance - the green paper is another leafy green of the salad. a leaf of lettuce, a bit of cabbage. even if you press your face into the bowl and smell, the paper will smell of salad and nothing but.
it falls onto the floor, you pick it up to throw it away. you notice the texture inapropos with more roughness, and frailty than a leaf of a vegetable. you test it - you tear it.
it was paper.
it was not the spinach you'd desired.
it was not real.
it was not what you wanted.
regardless of the time you've spent preparing the salad, chopping your veg, blending your dressing, tossing it all, and fixing it for presentation,
if you throw this paper out - it will be no loss, and your salad will only be better for it.
a green piece of paper fell off the wooden salad bowl.
so what?
Love Poem
the piece that brought Brautigan in to my attention in the first place.
It's so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don't love them
any more.
resolve.
clarity.
peace.
the earlier bleach has gone unsipped. she has come, she has gone. he has suffered, he has grown.
and now, he is at peace.
his world back to...
normal.
this has been a journey through love with Richard Brautigan.
4 votes -
ganz allein Glühwein.
I'VE GOT red wine nicotine fresh chocolate chip cookies the plaid heated blanket that keeps me cuddled up in the recliner that doubles as my bed. I'VE GOT red wine daydreams moving to a different...
I'VE GOT
red wine
nicotine
fresh chocolate chip cookies
the plaid heated blanket that keeps me
cuddled up in the recliner that doubles
as my bed.
I'VE GOT
red wine
daydreams
moving to a different city with a different scene
i wanna meet new friends,
try codeine
find love or find drugs to console me
I'VE GOT
red wine
thin skin
pink like your soft cheeks when they're sunkissed.
haulover beach, you were naked
on a trip,
and you screamed, and you screamed, and i hate it.
I'VE GOT
red wine
ain't shit
except seven little boxes full of bullshit
old love notes kissed with red lips
seven boxes of evidence you didn't mean shit.
I'VE GOT
a lotta bit of lethargy
all my energy drained.
i remember the day where you looked at my eyes
and you said "babe since you met me you don't look the same"
you looked at the bags,
(beat.)
and you said "that was me"
(beat.)
and of course i dismissed it
said babe don't be silly
i envisioned us happy and said that "you make me complete."
I'VE GOT
red wine
white lies.
red wine.
red wine.
GOT.
red wine
no time.
it's time.
lifeline.
6 votes -
psychic vampires.
i dont even care to try and write this shit out. . just. . drain my blood. let me sleep, love
10 votes -
gripthroat grapes.
we met in a field i plucked a fruit from your veins you encouraged me to eat i exchanged with you a name. . i kept you close inside a jar and with time, you turned sour you encouraged i add water...
we met in a field
i plucked a fruit from your veins
you encouraged me to eat
i exchanged with you a name.
.
i kept you close inside a jar
and with time, you turned sour
you encouraged i add water
lest it be the final hour.
.
my glass turned pink
with the hue of your skin
you explained - it's drink,
you encouraged me to sip
.
i never knew beauty
like your taste upon my lips
you are my favorite poison
and i have now, not a drip.
8 votes -
normal.
hey this is tildes so i should talk about code. i dont type each > for the markdown individually. got a tiny function i wrote that does it for me: https://repl.it/repls/HonoredRubberyProfessional...
hey this is tildes so i should talk about code.
i dont type each
>
for the markdown individually.got a tiny function i wrote that does it for me: https://repl.it/repls/HonoredRubberyProfessional
so there's that for anyone who wants an easier time formatting their thing.
stuff at the bottom. not necessarily inspo. just.
yeah
i just
want to go back
to normal.
normal like in 2016
when i had a little cash
and spent it all
on books, coffee, clothes, teenage shit
i was nineteen
we had yet to meet
back to normal
like the centuries
where i would never be
from the dawn of the earth
up to the nineties.
back to normal
back to friends
back to hobbies and dreams
back to having endless things
that i found exciting
back to normal
when i'd stay up a little late
and fall asleep, be up at 8
and make my coffee
not living in the night,
sleeping in the morning.
.
but the meds are all a hex,
cyanide with side effects
take this pill if you're depressed
now youre a narcoleptic wreck
and your car's a crumpled mess
so momma drives you to your check-
ups full of shit you never said
like how you wanna quit - dead.
because you say something she think
is wrong you end up in the shrink
with all the people with the bigger problems
thrashing as they shriek
and you wake up on a table
see the warden of the clink
shoving hands into your mouth
tryna feed you what they think
'll fix your fucking problems.
hooked - benzodiazepines.
and now you're mellow, now you're numb
for now your skin'll cease to bleed
and still you look around in envy
pretty people - normalcy.
.
i gotta get out this house
get back to normal
maybe she can't find me there.
maybe i can get a text
or get some coffee
breathe, not even care
'bout if i'll turn a cursed corner
see her curly golden hair,
and have a flashback to the nights
spend crying lonely in despair
as she would sit, a room away
sipping vodka in here chair
taking snaps and scrolling insta
for her modelling career
and i would wail my soul would bleed
praying that her heart would hear
and she would get up, come and hold me
stroke my hair like "mama's here."
and i could breathe
our love immortal
i want nothing but a world
where i am back in full control
through death or breath
just make me normal.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NB7RBZ1yGY
8 votes -
Crochet moose and bear
12 votes -
I made a program that creates the colour palette of a film
I saw these things originally on Reddit that extracted the average colour of frames from films and put them together to make a colour palette for said film, the original creator has a site called...
I saw these things originally on Reddit that extracted the average colour of frames from films and put them together to make a colour palette for said film, the original creator has a site called The Colors of Motion. I thought it would be cool to try and create a simple PowerShell script that does the same thing.
Here are a few examples:
Finding Nemo: https://i.imgur.com/8YwOlwK.png
The Bee Movie: https://i.imgur.com/umbd3co.png
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone: https://i.imgur.com/6rsbv0M.pngI've hosted my code on GitHub so if anyone wants to use my PowerShell script or suggest some ways to improve it feel free. You can use pretty much any video file as input as it uses ffmpeg to extract the frames.
GitHub link: https://github.com/ArkadiusBear/FilmStrip
17 votes -
A year around the Sierra.
8 votes -
MUGSHOT 17, oil on canvas, 35x50cm
19 votes -
reimagining the lyrics of "Andria" by La Dispute
currently 7 hours into a 24 hour shift that will see me through to the end of this project. this song came on that helped me find catharsis when i last felt like this in 2014. coincidentally, i'd...
currently 7 hours into a 24 hour shift that will see me through to the end of this project.
this song came on that helped me find catharsis when i last felt like this in 2014.
coincidentally, i'd just finished one of my few milestones in the project
i could take a break if i wanted to.
i could hear the words filling themselves in, treating the song like a template.
decided i'd take a minute to "remix" or "cover" this song for how things are going this time around.
maybe give it a listen, then jump into this piece,
out of words now.
bishop
[Verse 1]
You still cross my mind from day to day
And I mostly cry
Still so set on finding out where we went wrong
and why
So I retrace our every step with a bloodwet knife
Trying to figure out what your head thinks
And my head just ain't what it used to be
So I ask,...what's the point anyway?
[Verse 2]
I remember bringing boxes up the stairs to your apartment
Knowing love was slipping
rapidly away
I remember the skin of your forehead
Your nose and your lips I'd always kiss when I was out of things to say
You held my hand, and you would always promise me
You'd promise me pretty things but I would never understand
I remember when you said you didn't love me
And I swear not a single force on earth could stop the trembling of my hand[Verse 3]
I remember how you smiled through the smoke in a crowded little coffeehouse
And laughed at all my jokes
And I remember the way that you dressed
While we wasted all the best of us in alcohol and sweat
And I remember when I knew that you'd be leaving
How I barely kept up breathing and I bet if I could to do it all again
I'd feel the same pain
I remember faded driving through the city in tears
How I wept to god in fits, I've hated Texas ever sinceI've found it's true what people say
That death and drugs can numb the pain
And every single day I want to fade away, cus[Verse 4]
I still remember independence tricked us
And lead us helpless holding cash into a pit to be devoured
I still remember how we held so strong to this
Though we had never really settled on a way out
I still remember your blank face
And how we'd always find a way recommit the same mistakes
I still dream that it would all come back together
Just to fall apart again[Bridge]
My dear
I hear your voice in mine
I've been alone here
I've been alone here
I've been afraid, my dear
I've been afraid, my dear
I've been at home here
I've been at home here
You've been away for years
You've been away for years
I've been alone
I've been alone
I've been alone
I've been alone[Verse 5]
I breathed your name into the air, I etched your name into me
I felt my anger swelling, vision black, I can't see
I held your name inside my heart but it got buried in my fear
It tore the wiring of my brain, I did my best to keep it clear
So dear, no matter how we part I hold you sweetly in my head
And if I do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead
If I can't love you as a lover, I will love you in my death
Anything to see you smile, keep you happy in my end.3 votes -
hello
hi i'm bishop and i'm the guy you probly see inside your dreams who shows up for half a second then i morph into a sheep no wait im bishop im the guy who's in the back of that one photo that you...
hi i'm bishop
and i'm the guy you probly see
inside your dreams
who shows up for half a second
then i morph into a sheepno wait im bishop
im the guy who's in the back
of that one photo that you
took out by the beach in
2018 out in cabohold on, no, it's bishop
it's the person that you messaged
when you posted up on tumblr
needing help with your depressioni mean
no
wait
i'm bishop!
i mean
i'm 1930s jazz superstar Cab Calloway.
i don't really play many instruments
but i can sing
i'm a throat playerhi my name is bishop
and i'm actor Matthew Lillard
hah like zoinks babe, i was shaggy
let me take you out to dinnerbut then she turned to me
all worriedly
i asked her "whats the problem b?"
she said "i'm not some pretty girl,
i'm bishop! i'm your coffee!"and i looked around like what the hell
and down onto my bed i fell
the pillow was my face
i was the bottles on the shelfhi there pal, my name is bishop!
wait i lied it's Captain Morgan!
don't you love the way i
can't walk straight in my own Jordans
(that were actually pretty expensive shoes, like who pays that much for shoes? i mean i get the aesthetic and all i have some jackets that were kinda expensive but like...dude.)
(cough)
hi my name is bishop
but i'm really Roddy Piper
and i'm feelin hella Rowdy cus my
ex she made my life hurti mean wait
noi'm Bert Kreischer!
i'm im a machine!
and i'm a funny guy!
i'm hella rich, i'll slide some money by
if you can sing me beddie-byeno fuck
i'm Tyler Perry
i make really funny movies
and i think you'd probly like me
if you ever really knew mei mean
im bishop
and i eat a lot of fruit
but i still cant seem to get rid
of my stomach
i've considered "fasting" before and i used to but i like to cook too much so i end up like not eating for a day and then cooking a lot (like a lot) and really enjoying that meal and the whole process but it kinda nullifies the whole thing.i'm gordon ramsay.
i'm
im chef Joel Robuchon and i have hella Michelin Stars
and my heart burns
i mean fuck i ate too much i'm
im'm larry the cable guy, do you have heartburn? i could
*sigh* sell you
Prilosec
i'm bishop
i'm
....
anyone but me.
cheers
10 votes -
goth sex and human sacrifice. [nsfw]
y'already know who it is bishop - little punk bitch. 's go. no need to comment or whatever. just yelling at the internet today. Xes On My Eyes For Life. tw: self-harm/suicide/alcohol/drugs startin...
y'already know who it is
bishop - little punk bitch.'s go. no need to comment or whatever. just yelling at the internet today.
Xes On My Eyes For Life.
tw: self-harm/suicide/alcohol/drugs
startin off the year all
alone inside my bedroom
lookin back in the past
what i been through
how you'd pet my hair,
cuddle close in my bedroom
now ain't nothin but depressive
air in the bedroom
look what i get up to
xans and the mushrooms
body don't have much room
left for me to love you
it pushes all the air out
in case you maybe come thru
you took all of my breath out
and i can't even speak youname into the air
with no fingers in my hair
sippin whiskey in my chair
i can see your shadows here
you told me "lay it bare, give
your heart and boy i swear"
from now until the day you die
i promise i'll be there."now i'm broken down
and wearing out
your voice in my head
get it out
i'm gettin up and pullin down
the liquor off the shelfmy empty bed is
screaming out
i'm praying that you'll
hear me while
i'm masturbating moaning out
"I'm gonna kill myself."Прости меня,
Пожалуйста
now is my time
убей меня
princess - зайчик
i can't take it
baphometic
angel - wrists slitcus i'm broken down
and wearing out
i know the truth you
hate me now
i'm gettin up and pullin down
the liquor off the shelfmy empty bed is
screaming out
i'm praying that you'll
hear me while
i'm masturbating moaning out
"I'm gonna kill myself."7 votes -
So Spoke Zarathustra
BISHOP NEHM MICH UNTER - UNTERGANG 2019 Xes on my eyes for life seems like some people 'roudn here tdont know that bishop an emo rapper on the comeup 👀 so lemme introduce myself bonjour im bishop....
BISHOP NEHM MICH UNTER - UNTERGANG 2019
Xes on my eyes for life
seems like some people 'roudn here tdont know that bishop an emo rapper on the comeup 👀
so lemme introduce myself
bonjour
im bishop.
i write hella poetry, and i just got a midi board and a expensive-ass course on Logic Pro X so imma learn how to produce as well.
imma kind, lighthearted fella, but poetry is my muse to get the dark shit off my chest
and rap is the zeitgeist now so i dont gotta feel ashamed of that anymore lmao
i sold my soul for love and cash, but that keeps biting back
we'll see how siht plays out
.
i love comments, and always peep my inspo tracks or we cant be friends
(jk but srsly)
much love, spread positiv y, all of that shit,
bishop
ps i also cook a lot so if u hungry for some plants hmu
peep tha inspo at the bottom
a wise man once said
don't let your dreams be dreams
so any time i go to sleep
it's always nightmares indeed
a lucid hellscape, i cant
move i cant scream
as i lay there unawake
my fists pounding at the sheets
it steady creeps, in my head
it lays dormant in the day
but still it's stench seeps out
constant suffocates my brain
as i struggle for a breath
and my heart starts to race
i just wanna lay down and
fantasize a better daychasin xanny with the whiskey
give a fuck about my kidneys
life feels like a living hell
if the furnace isn't in me
so im steady blowin smoke
out my lungs like a chimney
my body like the house that
you used to live in with me
now it's empty and i'm starving
feelin ugly, i'm not eating
but the devil promised riches
thus, the dark, i will believe in.
So Spoke Zarathustra
we're in this shit again
as i built up another hope
and then i lost another friend
now there's demons in my head
i expose my skeleton
i thought that i could trust you
always swore you're genuinebut now i'm in this swamp again
and i be wadin' through the water
my skin begins to bubble up
my blood is getting hotter
and i can hear a voice within
screaming out with an offer
all the pain will end if i just
offer up my slaughter
let the water take me under
let the Bishop take me under
i could send my soul away
and throw my body in gutter
and i shudder in my slumber
fingers gripping at the sheets
and i wake up in a sweat
this is what she did to me.
don't let your dreams be dreams
let them be nightmares
when your soul's in the dark
you can trust that the night cares
upon a hilltop
there stood a white mare
who scoffed my direction
took off and left me theretaking an L like
fuck, i'm here again
Zoroastrian hell
as my heart starts withering
cut that bitch out,
used my last breath
to bury it
fell to the ground
as my life was
diminishingsend me to hell
then at least i'll be free of this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DxvLc2a6Iao&t=112s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Ff0bq_ydEQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w--D1S8SrCQ
if anyone would be interested in my top 10 emo rap tracks of 2018 lemme kno because i know what they are i just font have the everny to write a wholeass post on it but if yall want it i will
bye now
6 votes -
Who Miss a Lil Durnk Bishop
BISHOP NEHM MICH UNTER we off the drink we off the emo shit esskeetit peep the inspo track sat the bottom or we cant be ffriends sold my soul to the devil so that i could feel valued remember bein...
BISHOP NEHM MICH UNTER
we off the drink we off the emo shit
esskeetit
peep the inspo track sat the bottom or we cant be ffriends
sold my soul to the devil
so that i could feel valued
remember bein in a empty
home with a vacuum
former straight-edge
off the drink, off the valium
wanna go back to our
mornings with the cartoons
made my heart a whale
then you hit it with a harpoon
bleedin on the beach, staring
up at the full moon
sometimes life rains
down in a monsoon
i'd be glad to drown if
it means i can love you
.
but i cant even hug you
can't even text you.
antidepressooos
bishop 5'6" but he tryna
be big news.
.
tryna get big so you
cannot forget me
honey your love is a
xanny it's deadly
how'm i supposed to
forget about kelly
or bout all of those nights
that you called me, unsteady
wish i loved you correctly
shit got unsteady
i was just tryna get
us a few pennies
put you in a bentley
put you in the fendi
wasn't rich enough so
you got all offended
on the offensive
antidepressents
fuck that bullshit
it just makes me sedated
.
dont wanna feel shit
if i cant feel you
prayin that you'll text me
"let me heal you"
you got 50 shades of grey
i can see through
but somehow still
made me believe you
ignroed all the red flags
so i could keep you
mistook for an angel
whenever i'd see you
but now you a model
you said "i don need you"
looking for a camera
you can show your tits to
then the devil approached me.
said "i can guarantee you."
.
so i went to the sea
heard a voice, "take a knee"
so i nodded, agreed
and he said "you will serve me -
Boy listen closely
each one of your dreams
surrender control to
you want the money,
someone to devote to,
4-k square foot house
to go home to.
this, i can construe
if you submit to
living your life, all despite
where you'll go to.
i now control you
your soul - i have claim to
but think of all the things
that my hands can bring you.
so i bowed on my knees -
now this man, i submit to.
.
ave satani
i give you my body
my soul, it was drawn, he
took it, made a copy
forgot about mommy
woke up smelling coffee
looked in the mirror
did not hate my body
the sky was all foggy
and greyed-out, but oddly
i liked it enough to
not waste the day nodding
or off of the molly
or in my room rocking
with her voice talking
.
ave satani
the blood and the body
the dark it is calling
and i find it calming
it's sated the longing
lil bishop's evolving
let's go to the graveyard
i feel like walking
and talking
and nodding
inspo tracks: peep this shit
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w--D1S8SrCQ
8 votes -
Glitch tank clip
3 votes -
la dernière fois qu'elle m'a chanté
i headed home from the store last night hair kinda fucked up red in my eyes stared at the road not a car in sight looked up at the sky sunset looked nice drinks in the seat drugs on the mind...
i headed home from
the store last night
hair kinda fucked up
red in my eyes
stared at the road
not a car in sight
looked up at the sky
sunset looked nicedrinks in the seat
drugs on the mind
looking for a way to
go numb for the night
then the clouds came down
sent a fog up high
couldn't see ahead
something didn't feel righti was five minutes out
so i pressed on home
accompanied by another
feeling of alone
turned on the radio
put down my phone
tried to shake the nerves
with a half-good songpressed on the gas
and the fog pressed low
saw something flickering
with shape unknown
it was just dead ahead
then a mile up the road
then i came to a halt
from my seat i was thrown.--
front-end smashed,
not a soul was around
i called out for help
but nobody heard a sound
i crawled to my car
and i looked all around
then i looked up to god
and the rain came downthen my radio sang,
and i turned my head 'round
reached for the volume
my hand knocked out
heard a voice, "listen close"
as my back hit the ground
then the radio spoke,
in my head, heard it shout
i awoke in my bed
with no pain in my neck
rushed out to my car
no sign of a wreck
didn't know the day or
the time, had to check
8am again, the crash
didn't happen yet.i tried to think back
memories on a thread
but something stood out
ever clear in my head,
the song that i heard
with the words i can't forget
had to write em all down
i ran back to my desk
i rushed the words down,
i almost felt myself mad.
the song made me miss
a love i never even had
that's when it clicked,
i finally understand
finally took a look
at the world in my handsshe was never perfect,
negatively drove you mad
all the pain, the hurt,
anxiety, you felt at her hands
you remembered all the exits,
and escapes that you planned
but you persevered through,
now she loves another man
but fuck it, that's good
she only ever made you hurt
all the times you felt alone,
and mistreated by her words
all the foolish fights she started,
all the stupid shit she stirred
look past all the beauty, boy
abuse, you don't deserveit's a big-ass world, boy
you'll find a better girl
take a look back for yourself
and see how things really were
go on, my son,
you'll inherit the world
because the love that you miss,
you never had back with her.9 votes -
Photography Composition: The Definitive Guide
8 votes -
Dan Brown interview, on how to write a best-seller
9 votes -
See the early looks for Han Solo, Chewbacca, Darth Vader and other “Star Wars” favorites, from the Oscar-winning John Mollo’s sketchbooks.
6 votes -
Redrawn Character 2012-2018
8 votes -
The all-white house: Where did the trend come from and will it last?
7 votes -
A Sashiko embroidery technique tutorial
5 votes -
FCPX Gets Another Big Update
3 votes -
Creative process discussion
I'd love to hear about how you create your favorite works. Of anything. How did you write your best music? How did you create your favorite character in a story you wrote? Anything of the sort....
I'd love to hear about how you create your favorite works. Of anything. How did you write your best music? How did you create your favorite character in a story you wrote? Anything of the sort.
I'd love to hear all the different processes people have. It's really quite an interesting topic of discussion, for me.
Personally, I grab a cup of coffee and listen to instrumental music (mostly avant-garde jazz [Coltrane, Washington, etc]) while creating the world of the story I'm writing. There's something very productive-feeling about being wired on caffeine while also having a constant noise in your ears. It's how I compose some of my better characters and settings.
Due to my constant writer's block phenomenon, sometimes I'll smoke some pot to get past it. It's almost like phasing through a wall you can't jump over. There's something lifting about it.
16 votes -
nil
I'm rather sleepy, generally very reserved when it comes to sharing my work, and not a native user of English, but I have a couple poems in English, and I though I'd share one here and see what...
I'm rather sleepy, generally very reserved when it comes to sharing my work, and not a native user of English, but I have a couple poems in English, and I though I'd share one here and see what the folks think of it. I love the challenge of writing stuff in languages other than my native tongue.
a bird with no wings a song no one sings a sorrow when time brings nil. ex nihilo nihil fit et words have no wit mouth knows only to spit nil. time is scarse and gods wobble in vain hurry naive men hobble ignoring they will only nobble nil.
12 votes -
Captain Disillusion: World's Greatest Blenderer
16 votes -
The surprising story of wallpaper
2 votes -
will.
apathetic. hardly wanna move, too depressed to drink pathetic. see a demon's hand on your closet door forget it. possession and a hell- bound sentence better than remembrance. my uncle got so...
apathetic.
hardly wanna move, too
depressed to drink
pathetic.
see a demon's hand
on your closet door
forget it.
possession and a hell-
bound sentence better
than remembrance.
my uncle got so fucked
up that he passed, guess
it's genetic.exhausted
tryna make depression
beautiful, poetic.
tired of this dance
between lethargic,
apoplectic.
brain on sober
tweakin every minute
schizophrenic. all
the thoughts i'm
barely eatin tryna live
up to aesthetics.tired of my fucking
skin, a serpent's wish
to shed it.
i saw all the flags
drenched in red
how prophetic.
baphomet in
female form, they said
you'd be angelic.
my single dying wish
you'd be a little
sympathetic-.
don't come
don't come
to my funeral.don't cry
don't cry
at my funeral.just know i
thought you
were beautiful.even with your
knife at my throat
beautiful.
where to go
no one's home,
honey can i call?every day
feed the night
it's insatiablei never thought
i'd come to say it
maybe its your fault.i cant believe ive
come so low to say
that its your fault.-.
i hope you kiss me,
hope you hold me,
when i see you in hell.
cuddle closely
and console me
when i see you in hell.
girl dont push me
will he? wont he?
boy how many pills?
all his poems,
magnum opus, testa-
ment and will.if i cant know you
lay beside you
then somebody will.
dont wanna own you
or control you, you
do what you will.
i'll just sit here in
the cold, alone, and
write my will.
bottoms up a
litre wine a couple
hands of pills3 votes -
döner macht schöner aber ich ess nie
When He broke the third seal, I heard the third living creature saying, “Come.” I looked, and behold, a black horse and he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand. a beer in my hand then a...
When He broke the third seal, I heard the third living creature saying, “Come.” I looked, and behold, a black horse and he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand.
a beer in my hand
then a piss in a bush
xans in the bedroom
geeked off the kush
half past nine, running dry
you came thru
bought an 18 pack
and we split it in two
didnt know what we
were getting up to
cuddled on the couch, you
were watching cartoons
slowly got up, said i
got something to do
headed outside, took
a piss off the rooftwo more shots then i
broke the seal, looked up
at the sky saw the devil
on a black horse
headed right for me
flying in a crash course
spoke into my ear, and
his voice was all coarsehis fork-tongued words
hit my ears like sand
and he spoke in a language
that i didn't understand
my stomach felt tight
pale white in my hands
and i went back in at his commandthen i didn't sleep
for the next three nights
and i didn't eat shit
popcorn, white rice
dancing damning dreams of
baby looking at me nice
sugar plums withered to
a kiss, a hug, and a good night-.
soothe-speaking visions of
your eyes like a blue quartz
watching slowly, clouds morph
devil on a pale horse
memories in full force
time has come, no recourse
white wedding dressed corpse
wicca phase task force-.
as she spoke, her eyes became green
stomach butterflies and weak knees
god has sent an angel for me
her hands crawled in my chest slowly
said, "it's your heart which i'm holding"
gently smiled and exposed her teeth
then ate it whole, as a wild beast
a soft call in the distance spoke in peace
hades
with arms open lovingly
and i fellmutter-
seel-
inallein.
mutter-
seel-
inallein.7 votes -
I hit the 100 pages milestone for my novel!
I am super happy right now. For the past few years, I've taken on so many futile projects, dead ends, I've ripped things to shreds because I stopped liking them. Finally though, I am content with...
I am super happy right now.
For the past few years, I've taken on so many futile projects, dead ends, I've ripped things to shreds because I stopped liking them. Finally though, I am content with one of my creations and hit 100 pages, already reworked and refined! :)
Sorry, but I'm super happy at the moment.
32 votes -
Earth water vapor mosaic
7 votes -
Today's the first day of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), is anyone else participating?
For those that don't know, NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is an annual challenge to write a 50,000 word novel over the course of the month of November. That translates to roughly 1,600...
For those that don't know, NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is an annual challenge to write a 50,000 word novel over the course of the month of November. That translates to roughly 1,600 words a day. More info on NaNoWriMo here.
I first tried it two years ago though I fizzled out at around 10,000 words and moved on to another WIP. Last year I didn't formally participate though I made an effort to write something every day. Not sure about my word count.
This year I'm doing a series of short stories in a shared setting since I've been doing more short form writing as of late and I've been mulling over the idea for a few weeks now. It's a nice way to experiment with different settings and themes within a "singular" work. I've made some notes on plot hooks, settings, characters, and ideas I wanted to explore, so it's only a matter of writing the stories now. Maybe I'll even share excerpts as I go along.
So has anyone else made plans to do it this year?
19 votes -
what creative projects are you working on?
feels like we should probably have one of these in here since it doesn't appear we've had one of these as a community in ~creative in awhile--if ever. i've spent the better portion of my day today...
feels like we should probably have one of these in here since it doesn't appear we've had one of these as a community in ~creative in awhile--if ever.
i've spent the better portion of my day today working on a census form for the kryfona kingdom, which is one of the many countries in my fairly large worldbuilding effort. the first page actually came out really well, i think, so that was time well spent. i've considered making a post about some of its more intricate detail since i think some people on here might enjoy that, but for now i've opted to just make this general thread since i dunno how well it'd go as a discussion topic. maybe if y'all think it's worthy of one? idk.
anyways, what creative things have you been working on recently?
15 votes -
missouri blues
peep the inspo at the bottom i finnally found some shit i lvoe fuggg i hate to post this much because i'm certain my shit gets annoying. i bet there's hella people on here who view my posts as...
peep the inspo at the bottom
i finnally found some shit i lvoe
fuggg i hate to post this much because i'm certain my shit gets annoying. i bet there's hella people on here who view my posts as "fluff" and want it gone but highkey idgaf.
i know tildes likes to be open to discussion and likes to look deeper into things - ain't my fault i don't get that many comments ¯\(ツ)/¯. i tried writing more secretive and intricate shit people could pick apart if they want, but those weren't received as well as some of my more blunt posts.
though that one poem i did where i referenced rocky horror did really well.
i dunno.
i just hope my shit belongs here 😂 but i guess if i've been allowed to make over thirty posts in the past three months that means i'm in the clear.
dont be afraid to keep me in check, and dont be afraid to comment on my stuff.
i invite your questions, your critique, your thoughts in general. i may be fucxed in the head, but i'm an artist above all else (is that true?). if you want to dig into my shit or have any ways i can improve on my work, i'd be so glad to know you have no idea
i write my stuff to express myself but that does no good if no one's listening lmao so i want to write shit people like. i welcome all feedback.
anyway i'm ranting again and i'm only tipsy. imma finnish this drink (kuinka voit?), then imma find a beat and ride on some shit.
y'all know the drill.
say it with me.
esskeeetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit,
i'm actually crying right now. i found a beat that sounds just like the kind of shit i want to make and everything is just rushing to me. this is insane.
this is the blues moderna i want to make. i feel like Taj Mahal
ain't nothing truer in my heart
than missouri blues
remember driving through St. Louis
sitting next to you
remembering the times you said you loved me
guess it wasn't true
told me you'd love me forever
now i'm feeling all confused.baby where'd you go and why'd
you take my heart away from me
now i write pathetic songs and
can't stop thinking pitifully
wonder if you talk me good
or speak on me in mimicry
i can't stop hating myself
and looking at me criticallymirrors are the worst friend
a man could ever have
when a pretty blonde girl went
and tore his heart in half
when he's sure he's lived the best
years he'd ever have
what good is any man, girl,
without his better half?take me to the delta where
a man can sing in peace
laughing at me, drunk
when i'm just tryna find relief
can't afford the therapy,
for shit you did to me
i'd let you take my life if
you just killed me in your sheets(chorus)
baby please
tell me that you care a-bout me
promise you don't laugh at me
tell me that you'll come on close and hold me-.
baby hear me howlin' at your back door
wonder what you're not talkin to me for
hoping that you answer and take me home
take me back before everything went wrongtake me back to days when i still loved good
it was us against the world but girl we endured
our thoughts were caked in sin although our hearts pure
we got all cuddled close and smoked a backwoodtake me back to days when you still liked me
and my body wasn't cause for anxiety
wanna go back to twenty sixteen
eyes blue, hearts black, minds pristinebaby hear me howlin' at your back door
wonder what you're not talkin to me for
hoping that you answer and take me home
take me back before everything went wrong(chorus)
baby please
tell me that you care a-bout me
promise you don't laugh at me
tell me that you'll come on close and hold me
i feel like if i write any more on this one imma ruin it. i don't like that.
peep the inspo
(iit's not rap. it's blues. actually peep the inspo)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4YPMiFaPWo (oooooof jesus christ, 1:13!!!!!!)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-iqTRNUOsFI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0_eRVroLqs
i fucxing hate dallas, i fucxing hate texas.
8 votes -
twenty one grams.
today's different - or at least, this part of it. a lot of the posts i been making the past couple months have been out of this empty kinda want to write something. as per the usual, i came to...
today's different -
or at least, this part of it.
a lot of the posts i been making the past couple months have been out of this empty kinda want to write something.
as per the usual, i came to starbucks to work on some shit, but i felt something in my chest, got some inspo, and here we are again lmao.
fair warning ahead, this is one of my more...idk, "brazen" posts. i dunno, superficial as hell save for one or two bars. enjoy it or not - love you anyways.
peep the inspo at the bottom
esskeetit.
seeing all these people walking
round arm in arm
while im sitting in my house in
the dark - pop bars
crash cars - cop cars
hella sirens in the distance
blood in the moonlight glistens
bishy getting distant
what's going on in your
head causing dissonance?
what's weighing up with suicide
in equivalence?
still hooked on to
the past in imprisonment?
keep looking back at
what you had and you're missing it?-.
fuck that - cut that
sideswipe - bone crack
i wouldn't go back
despite all the flashbacks
i still got hopes
want my life back
i do this shit 'cus
my soul went bad
layin in a bed full of
pressed pills and porn mags
filling up a pool with
self-hatred and cognac
pistol labeled "lovers"
and the bullet "no contact"
wanna ski slopes 'til
my eyes go all black-.
i don't hate that girl
i hate my self
don't hate this world
i hate my self
spent red candles
on my shelf
lost 21 grams when
i weighed myselfave satani
my fear and my secrets
my tears and my blood
my devotion and regrets
my love and disdain and
my pain and forgiveness
these things are my own
and my self is my weakness
so bring my destruction
and make me a demonbishop.
inspo:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2p09lM19FpU
bonus: https://youtu.be/DxvLc2a6Iao
9 votes -
Child-sized train
7 votes -
done
i think i've stopped writing for myself recently. i've been looking at my writing as "art" instead of self expression. as if things have to have a certain depth, air of mystery, or room for...
i think i've stopped writing for myself recently.
i've been looking at my writing as "art" instead of self expression.
as if things have to have a certain depth, air of mystery, or room for interpretation in order for them to be valid.
i'm getting wine drunk and writing for me tonight.
this is a poem about love, drugs, and crashing cars. that's all.
tildes suggestion: ability to hide the amt of votes on a post.
"The wise man will live as long as he ought, not as long as he can."
- Seneca the younger
turned into a wino
'least im still alive tho
90 on the highway
drive into the signpost
fuckin on the yayo
stoic like im cato
i loved you to the nines
and you fucxed me over tenfoldchoked me til my eyes closed
baby got a blindfold
didn't think youd hurt me
gave you all the control
used to be my handhold,
only wanted billfolds
tonight im gettin fucked up,
baby, where'd my gun go?-.
used to be so cute
starin at your rosy cheeks
now i'm kissin on the
wine glass to the left of me
broken mirror shows the
shattered pieces of what's left of me
i dont even hate you
but baby, i am dead to me-.
i recommend listening to this song before you jump into this next part if youre going to read it. i borrow the flow here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmFkCNvfojg
plus, it's a damn good song.
hope he treats you well,
i'll see you in hell
wonder if you hate him,
wonder if you yell
wonder if you stress him
til his troubles swell
wonder if you make him
hide inside his shellwonder if his money
towers high enough
if you ever got a
lexus to feel good enough
if you ever make him
dinner when his day was rough
if you ever drop your
bullshit and just show him love.all i ever needed
was a cuddlebug
i swear i tried
my hardest, never good enough
tried to build a home
tried to show you love.
i was never good enough.all the screaming, all
the fighting i got used to.
just wanted you to smile
cus deep down i really missed you
all it ever came to
was lies and "i hate you"s
i can still hear it
"you look like i abused you."i felt my eyes going
wide, i was never fine.
dreaming 'bout a better
life almost all the time
'bout a day when we
were married, i could call you mine (&&)
had a home in missouri
everything was rightbut any time i tried to
love you, you pushed me away
any time i tried to
hold you, told me "go away"
tried to build a better life for
us every day
then i guess you got your
lexus, made your getawayclaiming that you love me (this block isnt mine)
but you don't mean shit,
claiming that you had me
but you never did,
claiming that you love me
but you don't mean shit,
claiming that you had me
but you never didpushed me to the side,
made me fade away.
vision fadin' black
i wont be okay
im stuck on this shit
each and every day
if i kill myself,
the dreams will go away.11 votes -
Inktober
So once a year artists all over the internet settle down and attempt Inktober, where we abandon our digital tools and attempt to put out paper-and-ink drawings once a day for the full month of...
So once a year artists all over the internet settle down and attempt Inktober, where we abandon our digital tools and attempt to put out paper-and-ink drawings once a day for the full month of October! There's "official" prompt sheets and the like, but a lot of us focus on just getting the art made rather than going by a list of ideas to draw.
I never make it the full month, but we're three days in now and I'm currently 3 for 3!
Anyone else taking part? I'd love to see what you've made!
21 votes -
i like it when friends come over to visit.
sup everyone! catchin a vibe today, had a few joji tracks on repeat so i thought i'd build something out of his style/flow. voici. inspo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ulMHhPHYCi0...
sup everyone! catchin a vibe today, had a few joji tracks on repeat so i thought i'd build something out of his style/flow.
voici.
inspo:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ulMHhPHYCi0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmFkCNvfojg
https://tashacho.artstation.com/projects/EQ4ondoors creaking at the riverside
subtle fog besets an autumn night
white dresses in the lower tide
northern star hangs highcatches my eye
closing in on all sides
belt of Orion,
branch unified
eighth night, knocking coincides
groaning on the other side
doors among the trees
shaking hands you start to climb-.
you've see the stars before
and they always keep their shape
one shoots down,
angel fell from grace
all of their alignments,
a familiar face
didn't want to come back to this place.you liked things as they were
and you prefer a cityscape
slugging through your life
with your eyes ever agape
toeing through the words
and your hands began to shake
she said "you look like i abused you heaven's sake"looked to the sky so many times
that i've mapped the stars out
screamed so many times now
only whispers come out
water from the river Styx
a seed began to sprout
it's the tree atop from which i'm looking out.-.
doors creaking at the riverside
subtle fog besets an autumn night
white dresses in the lower tide
northern star hangs highcatches my eye
closing in on all sides
belt of Orion,
branch unified
eighth night, knocking coincides
groaning on the other side
doors among the trees
shaking hands you start to climbbishop.
4 votes -
NaNoWriMo Starts Next Week! Who's Participating?
This will be my third attempt over the last 5 years but it'll also be the first time I have real time to dedicate to actually doing this. I'm really, really excited. I have a Chromebook now so...
This will be my third attempt over the last 5 years but it'll also be the first time I have real time to dedicate to actually doing this. I'm really, really excited.
I have a Chromebook now so I'll likely be writing primarily on Google Docs. What are your writing plans? By hand? Scrivener?
20 votes -
a few poems
i'm slightly bored and ~creative hasn't had a lot of posts recently so i guess i'll toss some of my lot in here. here's some of the mediocre stuff i pen up more or less without editing in my off...
i'm slightly bored and ~creative hasn't had a lot of posts recently so i guess i'll toss some of my lot in here. here's some of the mediocre stuff i pen up more or less without editing in my off time. i have plenty more of these, but most of them require so much context that it'd be a pain in the dick to post them, so they're not likely to see daylight here any time soon. anyways
(note: now hopefully with less formatting fuck ups, lol.)
quick, general scribbles
scribble, scribble [unfinished]
No, you don’t matter—
you don’t matter, matter, matter…
like a symphony of voices in
the night, their uproarious cacophony
of noise inescapable,
rumbles—shaking. No sleep
to be found, no—you don’t matter…
Sleep is impossible, escape is…
impossible. Draw your mental curtains
in every window and bolt every lock shut—
shut in… shut in with the noise, no you
don’t matter, matter, matter—
Why do you shut yourself in? Why
do you shut yourself inside if you matter?
The voices tremble with fury—but peaceful
they are compared to the noise, echoing, booming—
If you did matter you wouldn’t hide!
You wouldn’t refuse to face the music, oh
if you mattered you’d admit that you’re crazy.
If you mattered the voices wouldn’t be. The
thoughts wouldn’t be. They wouldn’t be, no—
you don’t matter, matter, matter…
some symphony of voices the voices can be—
rattle like a rattle, regurgitating the same sound—
endlessly, on loop. Never enough to deafen the
thoughts, the thoughts never enough to silence
the voices. If you mattered you’d be free
of the voices, you see. Just another crazy
person you are. All alone, you and me...Bor · der · line
Always, when meeting, be skeptical.
Be cynical, so when the deal falls through
you can pretend you never wanted
what was offered to you in the first place.
Pretend it doesn’t hurt every time
to tear everything down from day one when
you know it’s irrational action—
when you know if you could just be “normal”…
Go through the process a hundred times
over, stay up every night thinking
why it has to always be this way
and why you’re like this, why you’re so crazy—
never change, always an amorphous
blob of a person, never able to
fit into anything, to be what
you truly want to be, deep down. Normal.
Such is the life of an internet
vagabond—a sacrifice to the great
altar of the untreated mental
illness—crucified by their loneliness.
some stuff for my grand worldbuilding
Time (1921) // by Donas Beyten-Aytek
A dragon always cares for time,
for often he knows that it does rhyme.
And always grows up with the fable,
of the dragon that was able.
For ‘once in time’ a dragon ruled,
and ‘once in time’ that dragon fooled.
So ‘once in time’ that dragon lied,
and ‘once in time’ that dragon died.
And now a dragon lives with fears
of the changes time endears,
and hopes that time will one day cease
and leave his life alone in peace.
But no more is it ‘a’ dragon alone,
instead it is all which to fear is prone.
In face of time, no dragon is steady.
In face of eternity, no dragon is ready.Dragons will not hail to a tyrant (1981) // by Tadin Aledi Geren
Dragons will not hail to a tyrant—
that much must be made clear
and shouted for the world to hear.
For a dragon enslaved and martyred—
on the altar of Bira, their blood spilled—
can never by any man be killed.
Yet dragons long have been enslaved—
by despot, by tyrant, by foreign power—
and it seems always the dragon should cower.
But soon, one day soon, the dragon
will rise from their ashes, from their grave
and find a dragon world to save.Revolution (2009) // by Nesye Kalane-Aiselain
Revolution means nothing
if you don’t act.
If you don’t let the hillsides ring
with upstart revolutionary zeal
you are no true revolutionary—
you are no better than a tyrant king!
You can’t be a revolutionary
if you never let the proletarians sing.6 votes -
indie rock musician james bay taught me a lot about deception.
ESKEETIT ESKEETIT ESKEETIT ESKEEEETIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT i like to save this wiine for special occasions because shit's a german specialty that i like to share with people but i only really talk to...
ESKEETIT
ESKEETIT
ESKEETIT
ESKEEEETIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT
i like to save this wiine for special occasions because shit's a german specialty that i like to share with people but i only really talk to one other person in this whole fuuuuucking state so i spent it all on me.
out here wildin rn
i aint posted a new piece in a week(ish) so im doing two
but i post "qulaity" so im okay riiiiiight?
dont @ me if u aint catch tha links
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytVww5r4Nk0
https://i.imgur.com/LKIwWHa.png
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2p09lM19FpU this here song issssss
BIG MOOD
IMMA PLAY DEPRESSING
MUSIC TIL YOU
COME AND
HOLD MEWENT AND BUILT A COFFIN
BUT I KEEP ON DRILL-
ING HOLES TO
BREATHEIN HOPES I'LL SEE A PIGEON
WITH A NOTE THAT YOU
WROTE ON IT'S
FEETSAYING THAT YOU'RE SORRY
WE FUCKED UP AND
YOU'LL COME HOME
TO ME-.
DOPAMINE
UNKNOWN TO ME
BLACK AND WHITE
A KEATON SCENETHERMOS FULL
OF KEROSENE
XANNY ON
DELIVERY"DADDY WILL YOU
CARE FOR ME?"
I TRIED YOU WERE
NOT THERE FOR MESAW MY GRANDAD
BARELY BREATHE AND
THEN YOU TURNED
ABANDONED ME-.
SORDID SCENES IN
SPOILED DREAMS WHEN
I THINK THAT YOU'VE
COME ON BACKBRAIN AT REST I
FEEL MY FISTS
AS THEY POUND HARD
AGAINST THE BEDFUCK A LABEL
DON'T CARE IF
IT'S ABUSE, I
WANT IT BACKASKED ME IF
I'LL MISS YOU
HOLY FUCK I GUESS
I GOT IT BAD.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
FROM WALKIN' HOME
AND TALKIN' LOADS
TO NO MORE CALLS
LIVING ALONETO TEETH AND CLAWS
AND FRACTURED BONES
TO TOTALED CARS
AND BROKEN HOMESLET IT GO
LET IT GO
DON'T HOLD BACK THE RIVER
LET IT FLOW#DRAINGANG
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CgvdbbuMQ_k
haha i'm really okay
3 votes -
unawake no escape . i whisper secrets to sedate .
FUCCCCCCCCCCCC IT WE DRUNK AGAIN WE OUT HERE GEN Z PAINN VIBIN *#BIGMOOD* dont @ me if u aint catch tha links https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShI6axFfqj4 https://i.imgur.com/LKIwWHa.png...
FUCCCCCCCCCCCC IT WE DRUNK AGAIN
WE OUT HERE GEN Z PAINN VIBIN
*#BIGMOOD*
dont @ me if u aint catch tha links
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShI6axFfqj4
https://i.imgur.com/LKIwWHa.png
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjhJ_Sv0MlI
ich schlaf'
auf einem Bett
das ich aus Stein
gemacht hab'ich schließe
fest die augen
aber finde keine
Schaffeeinfach nur
das Mädel das
hat mich früher
verlassendann klebt mein arm
in der erde ein
um mich zu
begraben-.
ich hab an
sie gelacht und
sie sieht mich
an mit Hassich hämmert auf'm
Nachttisch
bis ich wurde
aufgewachtdann fragte ich
an Gott warum
ich denke immer
krassHände in die
Taschen, lauf'
alleine auf'm
Strassich möchte kein mehr
Weihnachten,
ob sie nicht an
mir sagt:-.
Schätzi, guten
Morgen und
mich küsste auf'm
HalsJa ich
möchte Kaffee
ja ich lieb' dich
ebenfalls"Liebe macht das
Heim" hat sie auf
unserem Wand
gemaltlustig, dass sie
nicht mehr ruft
mich an oder
mich halt-.
?
i dreamed
of you
with angered eyes,
a gaze that
filled with hatei felt my arm
beat on my dresser
'til i did awakea soft and shaky
soul succumbed to rub
against the gratelife has been for nothing since february eighth.\
6 votes -
Haiku is not Senryu!
Today I had to leave a social site group dedicated to original Haiku poetry from its members. I enjoy the format and structure, and find hard not to get whiskers flying when people violate either...
Today I had to leave a social site group dedicated to original Haiku poetry from its members. I enjoy the format and structure, and find hard not to get whiskers flying when people violate either or both. Everyone in the group was posting maligned content. Haiku is strictly about nature. Insult to injury was their improper use of structure. The first two lines are a fluid combination of thought. The third is a separate observation tied to the first two. Everyone was making all three lines what would be a single sentence if punctuation was included, like this:
land gives way to sea’s
constant struggle where they clash
yet life strives to beThis is a Hailku, as I have come to understand based on teachings and learned poets:
milky morning fog
smothers inner forest realm
doe rests peacefullyMany were posting what they must have thought was Haiku, but was in fact Senryu (theme based on human feelings and condition) :
moonlight shimmers bright
across the pond’s smooth stillness
a peace flows through meGranted, there is still international debate over the rules and intent of the Japanese art of Haiku. Most American poets agree with the 5-7-5 English language syllable count, the last line distant but related by theme to the first two lines, and that they be strictly about nature.
So look, we've all heard of Grammar Nazis, relating to nitpicking and over-zealous protection of grammatical structure in written content. In this case, I'm addressing the simplest structured form of modern poetry in use. Three freakin' lines. Seriously, shouldn't Haiku be composed correctly, like any other form of structured poetry?
10 votes