She's jagged to the wicked
With her cut of amatory
Switchblade love,
Glib prosed to liquidate & inveigle
At the same time~
Like your mirror shot
A single drink to slip a halos
Steeple into devil dust,
A stapled lick of darkness..
You can’t counter or decline,

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Rickety crashes
Of midnight thunder
The wind is howling
In strands of feral debris~
But there’s something
About these waters at dusk
Pulling me under,
Over the shore to forever..
Belong to the sea,



📷Sophia Szilagyi

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It was a quaint little store. I picked up a water globe.
"It's yours if you want it," the owner said.
"I want to be inside it, with my music, all alone, away from the madness of the world."
He smiled, looked at the name of the shop:
𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔚𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔢 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔢

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Throughout the centuries artists have created vivid war imagery - in the 19th century, WW1 by & However it’s drawings of people on The Tube sheltering from the Blitz that haunt me. They could be corpses, refugees, Holocaust survivors etc

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Told You

After the “Zika” virus scare—Many my newly found defense mechanisms to cleanse & rid myself of released from processed food & the atmosphere. Now, numerous mutations appear—but an knew back then what was clear!✍️🏽

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From her vantage point in the Kalowa tree, Allona watched the ship Slowly the old & forgotten souls disembarked Grandma must have sensed her presence; she stopped and stared in her direction Allona raised her gun, I will rescue you Gram, hold fast

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Winged on swans when dim shadows of twilight,fly over shoals and seas

I feather the dust of your memories
lily-white my silken brow

Yet your poppies daintily as ghosts, haunt my waning moons and

bathe me all over in ageless bellows of your ever beseeching shores

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i get open like a bud of a flower
i smile playfully like is its petals
i have no fixed rules like a robot
sum my flaws, i'm not a mannequin
i love, [you], a love bred in a dream
look in my soul, there's my refuge

un p'tit je ne sais quoi: refuge

https://t.co/8KTAUtpMOn

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He clings to the edge of the pool white faced, "I can't swim"
"Don't be silly. It's And it's so nice to wash off the dust of your
He swallows his fear, takes a step deeper into the water
I drop the and drag him under

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Heart may have melted,
but still it is
Can never fall deep
if I just dip my toes.
It's safer to paddle
than swim with the sharks,
above all the dark,
and the ominous shadows.
I'd rather the ground be under my paws,
avoid all the damage a warm heart can cause.

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The Great Depression & a drought lead to the agricultural devastation of the mid-West. The soil was swept away by the wind, creating the bowl. The New Deal failed to help the smallholders & share-croppers who took to their cars to find work. All captured in art

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I love getting lost in a painting. It’s a style which has fallen out of favour but whether it’s Socrates’ death, Washington on his boat trip or Pompeii’s demise - they all tell such gripping tales. As for the Cossacks’ letter to the Sultan, just how rude was it??

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Astrology in my pocket
based on only whim
Rumours and boulders
rolling down hillsides
Equilibrium fraught
with epiphany on the fly
Errors and complications
felicity flavoured sky
Sophisticated
phaeton stigmata
Philanthropy gone awry


Rubens

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Love Supreme

A love that spans the globe is like
exquisite pearls galore—cast against the in a dim-lit shore—where enchanting dreams comforts you & me in our world of a “love supreme.”💕

✍🏽#Bravewrite

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We are a quarter
Of a crows moon,
Silence feeds the sleepy
But we feed the breath of midnight's
Sanity
Exquisitely exhilarated~
Furrows in time & lunar sigh’s
Of an occidental mishap,
That wavered to be,
Something
~
Pulchritudinous,

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I envy women who channel their inner Cleopatra or Wonder Woman under pressure.
Some are divine Goddesses 👸

Mine-I dig in the And, presenting- Huff, the um🌬

Kicking up a hue and cry, stomping “Cough!” 🤢😶‍🌫️

So tired of this thug life 🙄

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In the afterglow of the universe, she slowly unties her hair. Earth sighs beneath her feet with voices of forgotten melodies. She dips her toes in the lake of wonder. Long lost rains upon the head of an uncrowned queen.

And the flowers reach the moon.


artbyme

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Celebration

SHE wore a bold red lip with a cat-eye & black patent leather shoes. HE wore tails & Jordans while listening to Stevie Wonder’s “All In Love Is Fair” In the background was mystic & abound while dancing in celebration.✍️🏽#bravewrite

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Dark fairy song
Black & White
Rainbows born
I'm spitting venom
Enticing your Soul
Inky waves ride
To bring you home
Parched lips
Lungs needing your air
Make me feel
Your want, my despair
Bruise me, then heal.



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conflicted skies...
at times switching
between clear and cloudy

📷 pexels

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