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Your lovely presence. – Lukas W.
Thank you for the tag @shyamasyahi
1. Who is your favourite artist/author/poet, and why?
I want to say many names, the most frequently read by myself, would be Edgar allen poe, the bronte sisters, kranz kafka and there many more, I appreciate their view on living and all its mundane facets that go unnoticed.
But To be blunt, I dont think I could possible have a favourite, there are too many people in this world long gone, present and reborn for me to choose, the words we craft, the things we give meaning to cannot be fully boxed into a golden box of truth and favourites. But what i can love and admire without dissuasion is the soul of life,every leaf, petal, droplet all a fractel, for all life within and besides us, and i find that to be true inspiration.
2. Give me one feature of your line of art that annoys you.
I dont think I'm painting a picture properly, I write what I see, how I see humans interacting in a world they barely stop to give thanks to, I write about the agony of loosing and the grafullness of that torture, I write about the lies we sing and the songs we cut down without mercy.
All my life I have had a habit, as a young child in the stillness of night, I would open the attic window as far as it would go, lean out to sky and gaze at the moon glow, to listen to her story of watching over us, her time in icy solitutude, looking out at the ravings of life and death and give her my thanks, I worry that people are not the moon, they cannot see the glow, only dry paper words that mean little to them. And so they go.
3. Thoughts about AI generated art/stories/poems?
I find technology intresting and ai is intresting ill admit. It will be very usefull for educationin particular , but i find the thought of it replacing people as the mouthpieces to nature disturbing
4. Do you have an internal monologue? Like, do you think in words, images, some other way?
Images with words fleeting past, leaving me with most of the time, only a strong image and feeling of what i want to say.
And, the most important one:
5.Do you think you would be friends with a clone of yourself?
Perhaps not a friend, but a silent enforcer.
Tagging @malencholicnyx @waitingforthesunrise @poppiesandpromises
So, I'm starting a tag game....
1. Who is your favourite artist/author/poet, and why?
2. Give me one feature of your line of art that annoys you.
3. Thoughts about AI generated art/stories/poems?
4. Do you have an internal monologue? Like, do you think in words, images, some other way?
And, the most important one:
5.Do you think you would be friends with a clone of yourself?
Tagging my favourite creative people:
@likeaplover @teaah-art @shyamasyahi @rehnwriter
And anyone else!
A watched button. A burrow.
A stranger's harder than my night flame.
A cat into. My lie. A thought mood.
A right left-steep. An act of poem five.
A career. A love of article six.
A convert. A faith of her my religion.
A restaurant setting. A hope-lie.
An evaluation. A wisdom-taker.
A love on technology lie.
A hope. A mob love. A move.
Love at first succumb. A manifestation.
Sunidhi
A become. lie to great ink is that we should often lie about parents and our ancestors alike to save a miss. A miss is nice poetry asking for lick-nicks if she was act. She knew respect of law. A rape is who he would be. A lie is her of hers is gone. He is gone. He is a pawn player, a chess dune. A sayer. A sight. A seep-teller. A hecker. A lie-tale. A dynasty. A lover. A leaver.A teller. Copywriter laws on you. Dunkin dots. Deep sector. Deep dyer. Deep said bones of her, she doesn't like women. She knew arrogance of God. She is. She is love-lengths of two. She knew nice-inks. She knew nice-names. She was her. She knew no speed or work of art or her. She was a fantasy prying inside me of her. She knew me doting a note. She knew me signing a well. She was dedicated enough to leave. She was her. She was shaamat. She knew ledge or poem. She knew hers poetry. She knew her total entity to be her. Her God is her. A narcissistic way. A loving way. Her. Her God. Her lie because he was her. She was blind to death and asking of her leave. A lie in her lying. Loving exists only in loving. Pure. Pure sir sin faith. He was her washing curtain. She was me to the living seeks of the sea take it on. She was at ease. She was only pure and derivative of messes. A spark.A sight-intendo. A sight-lorn. A sight awayed away. A love is pure, she gets me to fall. She is inklet magentine. A love so beautiful. She was lie and death till we knew none of hers. Hers was a combing. A love was night after nime. He takes me in his mouth, too suckered sin of me. A love. When is he pure. He stirred in me a deep, so beautiful. She was a messlie. She was inklie. She was data-free. She was her sand-slowing machine. She was her data-free iphone. She was a mess. She knew me. She was pure. She was edge. She was lonely looking soil. She was her night. She planted. She became. She was hers. She knew me. She was her head. She knew so sloppy and so wisdom. She knew her in her mouth. She was sloping her on. She was hot just because. She was pure and so beautiful. She knew her faith to be stenchable eyes.
Sunidhi
I snake of her seep.
Her lie of her night.
Her edge of her night.
Her weak.
Her shine to the rights of her.
I call by the moon.
Sant deep.
Lit-ears like love looms.
A love loom. A light.
An edge. A naasha.
A tabaha.
A love on the moon iks and sand mars.
A light to the edge of her soil.
Her night is Basmein.
Ha kaas mein. Sahita.
Ha judge hai mahita.
Sab nahi par dinka pyaar.
Si chi li vo ti vaha pyar me.
Sunidhi
A nice-teller.
A nice-hugger.
A home.
A night.
A toon.
A tell.
A time.
A sitter.
A style in ink and tell.
A seep.
A sight.
A mar.
A mor.
Peacock killed by it's own father beauty.
She was.
Sunidhi
The world is bigger than.
My reed is lover when.
A thought is bigger fan.
A lie to knit you with.
A date to lover with.
Is compliance a great hood of her?
My heroine.
My crust takes.
My hurt love.
A sin.
A love bead.
Bard shaped muse.
A sight-toxic.
Win my love.
Hone my deep.
Be her.
Be me.
Subdue.
Love me right of shape.
Love me formless.
Be.
Sunidhi
A great expanse.
A ocean.
An ease.
Her poetry.
A love.
A sight.
God loves light feathers of hers.
She moves till daint sight of hers, moves.
An apparent beauty.
Her lover.
Stars.
Sights.
Leaps.
Ears.
Hers.
Her.
Sunidhi
Free me.
Free me to your love.
Of your life.
Make me yours.
Turn me into your lie poems.
Scar a print on me.
A shy in where you lie.
Her lie.
Is her mouth to the war of world's we know?
Her.
She.
Sunidhi
A love that we can't do. Swimmers can't ear her.
A take three on her eye. Dumb love.
Swimmer. Painter in your eyes. Skin shapes of night.
Stay on your love. Talk of your love.
Stay honed up. Thoughts no bruise.
A lover like mud lotus in the tinge black wood. Leaf on sunburnt nips.
Her love hearts and tentacles. Tentacles of her moons.
Her moon. Her eye rolled backwards to heaven.
Sly on the roll. A hinge lover.
A lie. A lie on touch.
A thing. A sly on the cusp of moon.
A love. A person is made of choices he takes.
A lover rakes. A love where you are.
Stay loned lie you are.
Her.
Sunidhi
A love of war.
A night of hale.
A dye of her mouth.
A liar.
Seclude me from my panes.
A liar.
A light two thousand years ago.
Faith like pure babies.
Her move like rabbit eyes.
A lover knead.
A night knead.
Dough-knit hours of rice and God.
Her hunger knew faiths of God.
Her.
Sunidhi
A lie of the teller.
A dain of dis.
A lie of hiss.
A world of whirl.
A height of wisdom.
A noon ink of night.
A deep liar.
A liar not mouth.
A her not lie.
Hers.
Mouth not etch.
Her not love.
Sleeves of heart love.
Synonyms of her lain.
Disproportionate panes of love manes.
A lie.
Her.
Sunidhi
A world of knower.
A vibe setter.
A high lover.
A moon lover.
Her.
Sunidhi
I gave my mother, my eyes she cusped that night.
I have my father's friend's essay chocolate.
I have an ink sudding till he gares a night blow on my fist.
He lands catapult of gold in his chest.
His beating breasts knew no lounge world.
His world knew no harp of mite.
His might night of leap was the courageous girl.
His supper. His sparse smitten lover was night foray.
He was night itself. Might of night. His. Courage. Looms.
His night was the night noon below noon.
His massed lie bore an ore.
In a land of rivers, he was a mirage.
He alone tried to fool of eye everyone into his lie.
He alone caused a lie of the greatest, his daughter.
Sunidhi
A lie to mishap lie with.
A morn on the night seeps of red mud sickles.
Her marriage seeps a seed.
A sight of the wise.
A light of the world.
A might of the night and she was the courage of night.
A night sleep colloquium on her speed days.
Her collosal eye was the night of day.
Hers was a burn in the heart fire of his.
He.
She.
Sunidhi
A liar not crime.
A crime not war.
A war not love.
A love not her.
Not her but lie.
Not lie but dye.
Her style not her psyche.
A lover not her paradise.
A mother not ink.
How is one thing greater than other?
We are zigzag moving on warps of her arena dresses lighting up fuel and war.
Her. Is an understated dress. Hers is a lone sick father telling hums of truths to tell nips of her wisdom, black to back to soil.
Her.
A thousand stars to colour the night
A thousand stars to hold you tight
To make you feel safe despite the fight
Look up child, the sky is bright.
~
You'll never walk alone if there are stars
They will guide you home to the light
Home to the heart that you left at the door
Home to the person you were before.
~
A thousand stars to colour the night
A thousand ways God holds you tight
I wish I may
I wish I might
Tell me what do you see tonight?
I am nothing Fading to black You took my heart And gave it back. I don't need you. I gave you my lungs So you could breathe And watched in bittersweet joy As you thrived and flourished But now you don't need me and I am nothing. Fading to white I can't see clearly Not needed...I'm not needed Did you ever need me at all?
I wanna fall into a sea of chaos
Dip my fingers into midnight black ink Wipe streaks across my skin Show the hurt caged deep Let it drip down my cheeks And onto my shirt so you can see How much you took from me. I'm nothing. You don't need me But I still need you I feel alone and there's nothing I can do. Why don't you need me? Why do I need you? I should have never become attached But I did and now I'm paying the price. It hurts like a fire Blooming across A garden full of tulips Turning pinks to ash Grey and lifeless I used to feel pretty. I need time to replace The me I gave away I need time to find my place I need....time...please be patient with me. I may stumble around in the dark Fingers stretched out in a desperate attempt To find the way out of the maze I've built and I may never find the light I may only catch a glimpse I may touch heaven and then grimace But I'm trying...trying for you. I'm alone now I'm watching you fly From the ground I watch you soar And don't get me wrong I'm happy for you I am But there's a part of me that's bitter too. It'll get better It'll get better It'll get better.... One day... Someday.... Maybe never... But it's okay Because if I had to do it all again I would still chose you.
My love for you floods my DNA and when I lay on my pillow, I hope you fly to me like a blue parrot in June.
Trapped between
The devil
And the deep blue sea
Hear me
Your name
Is all I can utter
Save me from the dumps
As though I am worthy
Of the touch of your hands
Of the glimmer of your eyes
Of the beauty of your smile
Of the shower of your love
Everything you can offer
The whole of October
If you may,
Stay with me
By my side
As though I am worthy
To play with destiny
-By my side,
Katie, 11:00