I love how it dances.
It is unrestrained, it does whatever it wants.
It lights up the world, the glows so many beautiful hues.
It is not matter, but it is close to being alive.
It dances from here to there, bringing destruction in it's wake.
For many it is terror, but even that is beauty.
For all the pain it causes, we harnessed it for warmth.
It is the air we breath, and what we make out of it.
It breaths like we do, it eats like we do.
Who is to say
Odysseus’s face flickering in and out, different points in time, the background always changing, his face remaining the same.
When…
A wall. Odysseus being stabbed in the back by a strange figure. It disappears, the wound gone.
Does a comet…
A baby descending from the sky into Odysseus’s hands.
Become a meteor?
Odysseus dropping the child from the wall.
When…
Odysseus shouting his name at an injured Cyclopes.
Does a ripple…
A bag being opened, a s
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It's the worst feeling in the world
Its the feeling you get
when you look at your friends
feel yourself leaving
and you think
"When I'm gone..."
"They wont miss me when I'm gone."
"They wont miss my hair."
"They wont miss me anywhere."
"They wont miss me when I'm gone."
Cause I'm almost gone
And they wont miss me wh
I say I’m one thing
Im really two
I call myself one thing
I realize I’m two
It would be so much easier to be insane
I look at those with voices
And yearn for that security
I have problems, we all do
But it would be so much easier
To call me crazy
To say I’m insane
There’s a reason I’m like this
2 voices, that’s the reason
I wish I could be insane
I pretend to be
I want to have voices
But I don’t
Maybe tha
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The stars are beautiful
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Poetry
Coding
Writing
Math
Worldbuilding
Trigonometry
Roleplaying
STEM
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AP CompSci
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Logic
Emotion
What is Art?
Art is something from which you can derive meaning.
Did someone paint the cloud to look like dragon?
Does it look like a dragon?
No, we ascribe meaning to the cloud.
It looks like a cloud.
But we say it looks like a dragon.
And it gains meaning
Because we gave it meaning.
That is half of art.
Art is what you give meaning too.
But,
Art is a reflection of a soul.
Art is what those with a soul create.
Art has no mean
Feelings, feelings, where did they go?
I want to feel, to care, to love
an absence
my laughter false, I wish to feel
Death, Death, a heavy weight
but no tears
I can’t Quite breath when I think about him
but no tears
a heavy weight on my chest,
but no tears
I hear my sister sobbing
songing the praises of crying
I sit in my room, heavy
but no tears.
- - -
“I had friend once”
I burst into tears
”This story hasn't e
