PoP

Feel.

I learn to feel, as the blood falls down my eye. Is what’s mine not meant to be given? Is it meant to be understood? Flowers blossoming, such that none ever notice. Do they feel sad too? What is meant to be given, is also taken. Polarity mixing into my cup, I drink. Hard to …

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What Is Art?

Often times I think to myself that art is bigger than life. It’s just something that you can’t put words around. However, I’m going to do my best here as I pose the question, what is art? There’s many ways to go into it, but I’m going to try my best by saying art is …

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In The End

What does it matter, in the end? Maybe it’s the laugh, or maybe the good friend. Perhaps, it’s the time, that connects us to love. Separating the human, from below to above. What does it matter, in the end? Is it the joy of a tear, or the time that we spend? Is it the …

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