#rawemotion

[sexvervesoul-igou]

"True intimacy is about more than just the physical—it’s the connection that fuels everything else.💫 #RealLove #IntimateConnections"

[sunnyanddumb98]

OLIVE OIL

My grandmother had arrived, parked wrong, rain pouring down, one suitcase, one bruised eye.

My first teenage year, a woman’s broken heart.

The olive tree in the back of my home guarded my hound’s home, ten puppies of different breeds. It gave nothing but fresh shade.

Leaves fell, shaken, the puppies were adopted away.

I kept her emerald earring and a lot of remembrance.

The tree gave me olives. So I left, saw the films, and took the planes.

My grandmother took a belt. "Mother fucker, you’ll behave."

Sand in the air and the gentle terral shade. Homeless, sleepless, wrong reservation dates.

At the end of the night, an open bar, under the first sun, suitcase in hand.

It had taken me back home, near the sand and San Pedro, near the sea and the moon.

Once it stopped giving, my dad trimmed the tree, ready to throw out the sticks.

But I knew, with or without olives, it could hold me tight.

Diamond Press, muscles sore, drop by drop, a bottle came.

Olive oil is sweet. It softens my hair, heals my gut when I am abroad, far from home.

Under the sun, it has warmed my heart, penetrating a soft bed of clouds until it touched the crust.

And the whole world is new, and the birds sing in my life.

And when it touches tomato—oh my!

@nosebleedclub prompts april 3

[artbyrolleen]

EYES OF THE FORGOTTEN Frozen skies above, hope flickers in weary eyes, silent prayers drift on. Merch at https://pixels.com/featured/eyes-of-the-forgotten-rolleen-carcioppolo.html and https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/172010953 This powerful portrait captures the soul of a man burdened by time and hardship, yet his eyes hold an undeniable spark of resilience. His face, lined with stories untold, gazes upward, searching for warmth, understanding, or perhaps a lost memory. The artist masterfully blends rough textures with delicate details, making each brushstroke a testament to the raw human experience. Set against a celestial blue background with specks of light, the piece subtly alludes to hope, transcendence, and the human spirit's endurance. A captivating choice for collectors who appreciate emotive realism, socially conscious artwork, and storytelling through portraiture, this painting is a compelling conversation starter that will resonate deeply with those who seek art that challenges and inspires. Artwork by Rolleen using MidJourney and Photoshop.

[ang1331]

[orbitingreality]

The Memory Drawer

I forgot the pain existed until a smell, a song, a word— and suddenly I’m drowning in everything I locked in a box too full to close.

[yellowmanula]

"Our ear is not satisfied and calls for ever greater acoustical emotions"

[musicpromotionclub]

"Easier to Heal" by B. Stone is out now! 🎶🔥 A raw, emotional Hip-Hop track that speaks to the heart. 💯💔 Check it out on YouTube! 🎧👇

[randompikachu123]

It was one of those days when crying is the nicest thing you can do for yourself.

[xandaclaus]

https://www.deviantart.com/xandaclaus/gallery

[uncle-keg]

ars gratia artis/ars poetica poem

Art for the sake of art-

requires vulnerability,

but I don't know if I'm able

for a part of me

to be left out on the table.

Not carefully carved

like thanksgiving turkey,

more like last night's discared dinner

not saved or cleared, out of lethargy,

and beginning to stink.

I wouldn't dare to take a bite

or try to reheat it;

attempting to give it new life.

That'd only accentuate the stench,

resurrecting the past,

and making me wretch.

Though in doing so, it may finally pass.

[ariesnotes]

Life’s hardness we accept—but its cruelty? That’s the jagged pill we choke on.

— my Instagram - instagram.com/notesaries

[ang1331]

[golpokoli]

Whispers of Magic। English Poetry

[ceramystika]

Two Faces of Her- porcelain inkblot talisman

https://www.instagram.com/ceramika.handmadepottery?igsh=emU2cWJ3aDU0OW82&utm_source=qr

[art-of-absolution]

PASSION

Do you know what passion is? It’s not some hippy love festival of flowers, dancing, making daisy chains and those cute little notes you leave around the house reminding your partner how romantic you can be. Passion is fire, it’s desperation; it’s a clawing in your throat right down to your heart, like a gritty belligerent need for life when you’re already alive! An imploding tapping, like a clock that’s rapping, in the hunger of a silent scream, scratching, clawing, massacring every now tainted enclosure.

https://randomboo.com/art/

[orbitingreality]

Drowning in Velvet

The darkness was soft. Too soft. Like a lullaby meant to put me to sleep— forever. And I almost said yes.