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Religion with Other People

I have this interesting theory that only the gods that you believe in can affect your day to day. So like, if  your christian, congrats you got God. Hindu? You have a lot more than just one. Hell you believe in Norse mythology? Have fun with Thor in Valhalla. 

But that brings an interesting aspect to atheists. Like i wonder if when atheists interact with religious people, do the religious peoples gods just go like, “oh snap, a wild card. wonder what shit’ll happen.” That would be kind of funny cause then, you’d just have a bunch of people who aren’t affected by anything but, can affect your people.

Idk i thought it was interesting.

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Why Art History is Important

One thing that I have struggled with as an artist, a writer and as a person is the belief that everything that I do must be 100% mine. The idea of other peoples ideas, thoughts, experiences, and techniques being available, not to copy, but to improve upon and creatively embellish was a foreign concept. 

In the past, I had this deep seeded belief that if I was not born with the talent of, let’s say, painting then I have no business attempting to learn it from people who have mastered it. Apparently, I could not realize that those masters often spent years and years and years of practicing their art. 

Now, I am no big fan of history, and maybe I am alone in this realization but, I truly believe that everyone who wishes to study an art, whether it be painting, writing, architecture, gardening or any other art form has to study the history behind it. Both of the materials being used and the ones who used them before you. 

Only recently have I begun this process and I have come so far in such a short amount of time. Not only that, but there is also a respect and appreciation that I never held before of past artists. 

I hope anyone reading this learns from my mistakes and takes the necessary strides to improve themselves and gain a deeper understanding of their own and others art.

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There is the one girl that speaks And when she is at her peak You sit and think about everything you missed or the people who coexist But its towards the end of her speech you’ll cry Trust me you will never find out why You might look back and realize That every word she said was a lie.   -the one who spoke in sunsets Then comes the one that thinks She’ll think even when on the brink Of mental insanity Oh the humanity! What will happen to her? She only sees the blur Of what her life could be If only she were able to see -the one who needs glasses I felt bad for the invisible The one who was never able To make herself feel seen Maybe I was just mean, But no matter She was only a scatter Of what made a personality Unfortunately, hers lacked finality. -the one who I thought I knew The one who felt Was who I got dealt, I saw her at my lunch table, And wondered if she were stable. Her eyes sparkled a delicate no. She was always able to bestow Emotions of what she wanted onto others, She never was able to recover Once they left out the front door With her lying on the dance floor. -the one I left on the dance floor Finally, there is me, For so long I was lost at sea But I came back to shore And Oh!, I just adore What I have become! I don’t want this to be done. I refuse to go back to how I once was Because Lies I can never untell, Because I’ll never forgot my mother’s face Because that was never who I wanted to be And all three years were agony.

My middle school friends.

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Masquerade Ball

One-Two-Three-One-Two-Three These are the steps I take One-Two-Three-One-Two-Three At the Masquerade Ball! One-Two-Three-One-Two-Three I hope that I will wake, One-Two-Three-One-Two-Three before my smile is stitched on. The mask I wear is oh so pretty, that no on can turn away. If only they knew behind all the glitter that my heart is feeling quite bitter, at the fact that I must always pay for being without some pity. Smile and nod, smile and nod, is what my parents say. Smile and nod, smile and nod, and it will all be okay! Oh mama, papa, you know that to be untrue, for I as your daughter saw the reception, and your faces looked so blue.

From the point of view of a daughter of a monarch. 

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Decided to add some succulents to my room.

Pro tip: Never, EVER, plant the cactus before everything else. 

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I like to draw in my Poetry Books. 

This was from the book, Pillow Thoughts.

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My sister as the Greek God,  Dionysus.

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Flowers on the Dining Room Table 

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Top 2%

I am the best of the best, and you can put it to the test but you will find that only I am sublime. Yet, why do I feel this way, angry and repressed tired and distressed. Irritation is my constant state. and it is increasing at an alarming rate. Maybe if I could just null the emotion, To sink beneath the waves of ocean, To get lost in all the commotion, To fall in love with self-devotion, but, no, forget I even made the notion, of doing something like letting go. For it's too easy a way out, and I will not leave a doubt that I am here to stay, much to my own dismay. Why? Because, I am the best of the best. And I have put that to the test. for better or worse, my intelligence is a curse.

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My sister.

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The Waiting Game

I could have had you. I was so close. But, I didn't want you to be #2. For, you are a rose, and no rose worthy of my time, who managed to make it into my rhyme, would ever be allowed to be a #2. So now it's just the waiting game. I wish I could give you all the blame. So that you can finally leave my mind, I don't even care if it makes me blind. but, I like you too much for that. To let you leave so easily. I hope you can believe me When I say, "I like you." But don't worry, honey. I'll make it to you eventually, so for now, I'll learn to kiss. I'll learn to make love. I will learn to strip lungs of breath. And it will all be for you darling. Because, I'm playing the waiting game. and I cannot wait till it's my turn.

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Self-Portrait

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A Tree In The Storm

I wonder what it's like to be a tree in a storm. To have settled roots, that hold you steady. To have grown so high, and progressed so much. I wonder what  it's like to be a tree in a storm. Having to bend and lean with the comings of the wind. Having to feel parts of you leave. I wonder what it's like to be a tree in a storm. Everything could be taken with a single bolt of passion. Or to have to be on edge for the hurricane season. I live the life of a tree in the storm. But, I must say, it's worth it all just for the thrill of the fall.