Who you “Are” won’t determine, Who you shall “Be”..
ABK. (via aceboonekoone)

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stillpissedaboutpluto:

Sometimes tattoos are not ink
Sometimes we don’t get to choose
It’s about expression, the way we think
And your scars are your expression, your tattoos

Sometimes tattoos are not pictures
They are carvings on your arms
They’re there to remind you of your sins, like scriptures
And how blood,…

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As through marble or the lining of
certain fish split open and scooped
clean, this is the blue vein
that rides, where the flesh is even
whiter than the rest of her, the splayed
thighs mother forgets, busy struggling
for command over bones: her own,
those of the chaise longue, all
equally uncooperative, and there’s
the wind, too. This is her hair, gone
from white to blue in the air.

This is the black, shot with blue, of my dark
daddy’s knuckles, that do not change, ever.
Which is to say they are no more pale
in anger than at rest, or when, as
I imagine them now, they follow
the same two fingers he has always used
to make the rim of every empty blue
glass in the house sing.
Always, the same
blue-to-black sorrow
no black surface can entirely hide.

Under the night, somewhere
between the white that is nothing so much as
blue, and the black that is, finally; nothing,
I am the man neither of you remembers.
Shielding, in the half-dark,
the blue eyes I sometimes forget
I don’t have. Pulling my own stoop-
shouldered kind of blues across paper.
Apparently misinformed about the rumored
stuff of dreams: everywhere I inquired,
I was told look for blue.

Blue

BY CARL PHILLIPS

(via hollowtowers)

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Risking crave

Drown me nostalgia
go drown me
let me breath no more
air others exhaled
let me live no more
worries and uncertainties
but please nostalgia
let me
just let me
satisfy you
in cloud nine let’s dance
hop hop and hop
until we fall in land
nostalgia, oh please
drown me
come on go ahead
drown me
for with you
I am content

I am best

I am me.

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Forgive me, I realize my poetry is worrisome. But it’s all about function. When I am upset, I write to rhyme. When I am well, I take photos. When I am unsure, I draw. It’s all function.
(via trois-angles)

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mementronome:

I live in a world
of three hour labs and exams that test
whether or not, I can figure out
what the product is
and which enzyme
does not work

And to my scientist friends
that is enough
but sometimes I wonder

I wonder if they’ve ever read Plath and thought
aha! here is a person with the same soul…

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lartrepreneur:

Eid Mubarak everyone, love and forgiveness. 
If you ever find yourself emotionally/mentally affected by a situation (particularly when opression is involved) know that it is not only your right to speak up about it, it is also your responsiblity. 

"If you are neutral in situtaions of injustice, you have chosen the side of the opressor" - Bishop Desmond Tutu

I would like to take this opportunity to urge my fellow creative minds - religious or not- to use their talents to make a difference where they believe change is in order. 

Your voice might be heard much further than you’d imagine.

'Def Poésie pt. 2' [cropped]
Watercolor & homemade pigments
1m50 x 3m (4ft11in x 9ft10in)
2013
Full painting on www.artofpapi.com

lartrepreneur:

Eid Mubarak everyone, love and forgiveness.
If you ever find yourself emotionally/mentally affected by a situation (particularly when opression is involved) know that it is not only your right to speak up about it, it is also your responsiblity.

"If you are neutral in situtaions of injustice, you have chosen the side of the opressor" - Bishop Desmond Tutu

I would like to take this opportunity to urge my fellow creative minds - religious or not- to use their talents to make a difference where they believe change is in order.

Your voice might be heard much further than you’d imagine.

'Def Poésie pt. 2' [cropped]
Watercolor & homemade pigments
1m50 x 3m (4ft11in x 9ft10in)
2013
Full painting on www.artofpapi.com

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They say that
scars
are the roadmaps
to the soul.
My scars
are a klaidescope
pointing in every
direction;
so where does that put
my soul?
where do i begin, to find myself?

send me your poetry/requests - What Is Sadness?

(via dontcryjustacid)

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beautifulquote:

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shingekinokyojinheaven:

the only photo set that actually matters on this stupid website

(Source: tastefullyoffensive)

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