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Saluting the Sun
Expand, spread, reach up. Rise through the clouds to the sun. Feel its warming rays. Topple slowly down, Hold yourself just off the ground And push it away. Stand, if you still can. Hold your hands up, tall and proud. Now give up and sink. Sweep through yourself now, And bend back like a dragon With flame in your breath. Rise, rise and repeat until Every part of your being is still.
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Idiocy
I always used to smudge the page By leaning on the ink as it dried. Not any more: I've come of age. Now the ink has been left still And not a thing can alter it. All anyone has now is will To create or to destroy. What I really wonder is When again will I see joy?
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Artistry
The true artist wastes no time between his evenly crafted lines stripping paint that's not yet dry. Because he knows, of course, there is no way to quicken the course of day. He waits, instead, for blood to slow, hearts to stop and souls to flow. Then he paints his masterpiece: a mortal man without a crease laying still to rest in peace.
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Poetry
The writer opens with a squeaking bedroom door, the slow, alliterative click-clack of a slightly rusted handle. He soon picks up the pace, as we hear him filter mouthwash through his blackened teeth into the vortex of the toilet bowl. Faltering in the middle, only the vague, distant sound of metal on ceramics manages to reach us. But as I hear the front door silently close and his van roll quietly to the twilit road, I know that this is poetry.
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Trapped in the Pillory
Tonight, as I tredged home, I felt every slow drop of realisation hit me like a stone. Rain, ceaselessly dripping, saturated my thinking (and my jacket). Gradually, it started to force its way in, showing me the only path. I had found myself stumbling, wondering how all of this could have began. When suddenly I righted myself, remembered, it doesn't matter one bit. Because I know how it will end.
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Right in Two
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A'dam
Doug says (03:46): In a small, dead-ending garden in a forest park, there is a disused grey stone bird bath the size of a kitchen table, surrounded by the crimson and magenta blossoms of spring. It was here, just one year ago, that everything started to unravel for Morgan. Doug says (03:48): He is a dark-skinned, yet fair-haired man, so tall that he towers high above the rest of his family. They always wondered how he came to look the way he did, and there were some who kept closer eyes on the milkman after Morgan's birth. Doug says (03:50): He was lazing back in the midsummer sun, just as dusk was approaching, lying on his back on the g
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Artistry
The true artist wastes no time between his evenly crafted lines stripping paint that's not yet dry. Because he knows, of course, there is no way to quicken the course of day. He waits, instead, for blood to slow, hearts to stop and souls to flow. Then he paints his masterpiece: a mortal man without a crease laying still to rest in peace.
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Poetry
The writer opens with a squeaking bedroom door, the slow, alliterative click-clack of a slightly rusted handle. He soon picks up the pace, as we hear him filter mouthwash through his blackened teeth into the vortex of the toilet bowl. Faltering in the middle, only the vague, distant sound of metal on ceramics manages to reach us. But as I hear the front door silently close and his van roll quietly to the twilit road, I know that this is poetry.
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Trapped in the Pillory
Tonight, as I tredged home, I felt every slow drop of realisation hit me like a stone. Rain, ceaselessly dripping, saturated my thinking (and my jacket). Gradually, it started to force its way in, showing me the only path. I had found myself stumbling, wondering how all of this could have began. When suddenly I righted myself, remembered, it doesn't matter one bit. Because I know how it will end.
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A'dam
Doug says (03:46): In a small, dead-ending garden in a forest park, there is a disused grey stone bird bath the size of a kitchen table, surrounded by the crimson and magenta blossoms of spring. It was here, just one year ago, that everything started to unravel for Morgan. Doug says (03:48): He is a dark-skinned, yet fair-haired man, so tall that he towers high above the rest of his family. They always wondered how he came to look the way he did, and there were some who kept closer eyes on the milkman after Morgan's birth. Doug says (03:50): He was lazing back in the midsummer sun, just as dusk was approaching, lying on his back on the g
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Outside The Wall
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Save the Boob-plate!
The reason for making this journal entry is because there is something that has been on my mind since the past three months. And not on my mind alone as it seems more artists are confronted with the same thing I'm about to say. While in most cases time dissipates the issue in my mind this time it is something that keeps bugging me over and over again to a point it irritates the hell out of me. Afterall it is a hot topic that has gone completely viral for many months now. This journal entry is all about judgmental journalism, offended-by-design opinionators and the fearsome white knights that the first two bring in its wake. Surely this is so
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Somniculouse
Shudder in the water-winds. Slip, resigned, along with the current; Ignore your compass and your vision. The tide is rhythmic, unfailing, Omniscient. Trust it: Sink, Sink down, Sink down deeper and don't recover. Fall three times and be damned. Watch your air escape Calmly Because you know you can breathe here. Don't panic. Don't talk. Down here you're a mute. Deaf. Deaf to the world. Deaf to all but the terrifying roar of your lifeboat and the rush of water in your ears, relentless like waves spilling easily on a seashore, and just as therapeutic. Know your fate – soon you will float here not because the tir
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adamalien General Artist
:empllama::onfire::emplllama:

:P thanks :peace:
Pumpkinwaffle's avatar
Hey! It's max.
Didn't know you were here! just wanted to thank you for showing me the flowtoys! i bought some flowchucks and they're awesome.

Need to see you guys again and party some more.

I was planning to go to ireland this summer, i'll keep you up !
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Hey Max, how've you been?
I got some double ended flowpoi a while ago, they're wicked! I'm trying to learn some chucky stuff 'cause then I'd have double chucks but all I'm getting so far is pain :p

Definitely my friend, most definitely!

Hope you do, we need more crazy frenchmen :)
Pumpkinwaffle's avatar
Good Good!
Well i'm going to ireland fo sure! i'll be there around the 20th normally, buying the tickets tomorrow.
I'll teach chucks once i'm there, and you teach me poi and then we can do some kickass double chucks duos !!!!

I'll keep you up about me going to ireland, all is set all i'm missing is a place to stay but from what sally said i can easly squat anywhere, in the worst case there's always theo's place! So see you in ireland and i'll sure bring my frenchyness :D
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shepsoverthereHobbyist General Artist
Alan is a :smoking: :shithappens:
yeah, I said it. is :shithitsthefan: now? Oooh I am so :scared:


I just wanted to use those emotions for my own amusement :D :matrixfight:


Also, why is this :kevin: called kevin???

Do you have a phone yet?
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shepsoverthereHobbyist General Artist
Hey Alan you should check out [link] she is a, in my opinion, fantastic poet!
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Thanks so much for the fav on [link] I'd love to hear what you think of it and my other work!