1. Poetry is a wonderful medium.

    Whereas most art advances with technology, visual art developing dyes and canvases and even computer programs, music inventing electric guitars and synthesizers and recording, poetry evolves behind language. Poetry is as accessible and versatile as the language it’s in, and as spelling and meaning changes, and as new words are created and others fall out of vogue, poetry changes with it, for better or for worse.

    Poetry cannot be appreciated by someone who doesn’t speak the language it’s in, nowhere is this more apparent than in the haiku, where when translated it almost always ceases to be a haiku. In that right poetry is possibly the most culturally specific artistic medium, since to be understood by the non native speaker, it must lose some of its value.

    Poetry is the art of bending an ever evolving set of rules and sounds decided upon by a hive mind of all the people who ever spoke your language into something beautiful.

    Poetry is not just art, it’s a love letter to everyone in the past who unknowingly helped to build the canvas on to which all this beauty is written and spoken.

  2. I’m so cultured and funny! HAHAHA, I’m stupid.

    I’m so cultured and funny! HAHAHA, I’m stupid.

  3. Who would have thought that hard work, exercise, eating better, and examining what makes me unhappy could help with my depression? Believe it or not for the first time in a long time I have self confidence, motivation, and just plain ol gosh dang happiness! I seriously can’t believe it’s working! I made a conscious effort to combat my depression and it’s working! I’m excited.

  4. I THINK A GIRL LIKES ME WHAT DO I DO? SHOULD I TALK ABOUT BUTTS? I SHOULD TALK ABOUT BUTTS RIGHT?

  5. chocolatecakesandthickmilkshakes:

Very correct and to do less would mean you’re not paying attention.

    chocolatecakesandthickmilkshakes:

    Very correct and to do less would mean you’re not paying attention.

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  6. My life has been open books and blank pages

    Canvases primed white ready for exteriors

    And every color bright to black at my side

    Ready for words about all the forms of light

    Freedom to create and freedom to destroy

    As I will, as I was, and as I am, it’s always freedom

    Interiors forced with shade upon shade of black

    And twist pretty words into terrifying threats

    I was given two hands and no rules

    So they wander long past sunrise till I’m exhausted

    And all that I have left for them is boasting

    Thoughts curve in spirals endlessly

    And I will bite the one who tries to stop them

    But my physical path is disturbed

    From the straight lines into sine waves into static

    I beg only for control over myself

    So I write love letters to the hands around my neck

    And songs to all the ropes around my wrists

    And poetry to every time it really hurt

    And all my self portraits are painted over

    With images of things that really matter.

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    Poetry! Cause I’m boring like that and all I do is write poetry. This one is an exploration of both my rejection of authority and my desire to be controlled, seemingly being at odds with one another. I like it honestly, I think I did good this time.

  7. PIXEL ART
This is my first time trying to do pixel art and I really like how it turned out. I did it for an EDM artist called Noxial, you can check out his SoundCloud here: https://soundcloud.com/noxialsounds

    PIXEL ART

    This is my first time trying to do pixel art and I really like how it turned out. I did it for an EDM artist called Noxial, you can check out his SoundCloud here: https://soundcloud.com/noxialsounds

  8. Figure practice… I’m learning dang it! Slowly but slurpee.

    Figure practice… I’m learning dang it! Slowly but slurpee.

  9. I’m really bad at taking compliments, which is a serious problem cause I’m so amazing!

  10. hey is everything okay? sorry i haven’t been the most attentive friend lately :(

    I felt like shit today since I woke up, physically and mentally. But tonight as it started to get worse like feelings usually do at night, I decided to think about how I felt. I realized that all the reasons I had to be sad were bullshit, they were my own damn fault cause I’m as free as I ever was and I was born pretty fucking free. I’m free to leave my prison whenever I want, I’m free to stop comparing myself to you whenever I want, I’m free to lose weight whenever I want, I’m free to learn to be happy whenever I want. So I’m gonna. I’m gonna learn to be the best human I can be, I’m gonna learn to be as happy as I can be, I’m gonna learn to be the best artist in the world, and I’m gonna learn how to not make run on sentences, cause I’ve always been bad about that, like I just wanna fit as much information into one sentence as possible even though it really should be separated.

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