Here you go...
Here you go...
Po'Ethics - Est. 2004
....Is that a no?...
Po'Ethics - Est. 2004
when was this posted? i never saw it
Bittersweet
4 weeks ago according to blooms post...
A ruthless
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of everything existing.Po'ethicsabstanticollective.
I cant take these thoughts for much longer
I must give in and let the pain suside
If only I were a little bit stronger
I would abandone the thought of suicide
Its been ages and if I were younger
I would have been in battle and died
Because I cant take these thoughts much longer
Right now death seems like a pleasent ride
Does this picture inspire anything in you Bloom?
If it has please, post it.
That's interesting enough Foreshadow. Like it's so suffocatingly frustrating in it's one coloured blandness. Though i would've liked to see more fire or menace in your piece as the one colour was red. A very passionate, fiery and dangerous colour.
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Not going to write to this, but share my views upon the picture...
Pic is all red, as easily seen. I see it as portraying danger, as V said. Red is usually symbollically portrayed along the lines of danger or anger, or something intense. The man is sitting next to what i believe is a lion, so i kinda though of it as 2 opposite things, being able to be in the same picture. opposites attracting in a way.
Just thoughts...
Po'Ethics - Est. 2004
Untitled.
A crippled man: "Oh damn, he looked old"
Said an old friend this morning. "To hold
Himself up, he rested on a knarled staff."
Apparently, passers-by had the gall to laugh.
He asked: "Do you see the lion at my feet?"
My friend told me, that his and the old man's
Eyes,
Did not Meet.
But as I knew both these men, this came as no
Surprise.
He, could not, see the lion upon the ground.
He saw only patchy glances of - visual sound.
And coloured stench. "It was a morose
Kind of scene, creeping, it nauseated around
And rebounded through me."
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no one aware of my existence
white hair signs of resistance
animals my only companion
Loneliness is the champion
I feel my chest getting tight
And my eyes look toward light
Numbness in my withered limb
Death comes on a wimb
Flashes of red in my vision
As bloodflow stops with precision
Just like that my story ends
No legacy left among friends
naw, naw...
you've got it all wrong...
It's apperent this guy's not affraid of the lion.
the noblest of creatures knows humbleness in the eyes of the weak
eyes that know longer seek the light of physical reach
darkness shrouds the cloud cover and only the cold tells the tale of the day
a picture painted in disrray until the pieces form in such a way
that those with shared interests come together
one in need is felt, and one with the means to help
but we're all in need aren't we?
"I can see the wounds that you harbor, friend"
he tears a peice of his garb and then
rings the cloth into a bucket
"You need'nt say that which doesn't need to be said"
better than worse isn't mediocre, it's humble .SoftFocus. veteran verse
...Writings...
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^I'd say you're quite on point there. You wrote how you saw it. Didn't expand much. Which is sometimes what you need.
I wouldn't mind having this picture on a large piece of paper. To put on the wall now and again. It's so...pitifully beautiful. How tiresome it can all be, where you invite the world to take you, yet it does not. That kind of thing..
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Something happy in the midst of hell
Wishes well and reapes a realm
Torn upon the sands of hope and time
Give away to different crimes
And as i drop a dime to this wishing well
Something happy will never tell
A lie upon the silhouette of a darkened figure
And will never make me pull the trigger.
Peace be with you,..
I'm picking up on your sarcasm...I can work with thisOriginally Posted by varentao
better than worse isn't mediocre, it's humble .SoftFocus. veteran verse
...Writings...
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^There aint no sarcasm and you should know it. Hate to sound patronising, but this is more general than just to yourself - you may just be being modest...
You should stay strong to your opinions on such things (that's not to say you should be closed to having it changed). People can't make stupid sarcastic remarks on what obviously has something to it AND wasn't put in a snobbish or conceited way. And if they do, they're fools and should be treated as such (humour them for a while, then slowly lead them to the edge of a bridge...and if yer feeling ruthless, beyond. Otherwise just walk away..).
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