Inspiration
"What the River Carries Away"
The river had always been there, silent and steady, carving its path through the valley long before Samuel Whitmore was born. Now, at eighty-seven, he sat on the same weathered bench his father had built, watching the water slip past—dark and glistening, carrying leaves, twigs, and the occasional lost feather downstream.
By Amjad Khan8 months ago in Art
My Nephews are my angels
Loss of oxygen platonic her life is ironic... A baby that looks like a porcelain doll with glass-eyes she is loving and kind, but in vast world she feels no one understands her. She feels so small and that her journey and that her vessel doesn’t make a difference at all.. She feels like she has no purpose in the world.. Her purpose is to be kind and leave this world a better place than which we left it in during a traumatized time .. At the end of the day I regain my life. I want to do things right to change the circumstances of corona has changed me for better.. I'm writing my amends to people in a letter I'm giving back to charity and realizing to count my blessings.. I could have it much worse and I have to be thankful for my family everyday... I should count all of my blessings and my health that's still intact.. I'm very blessed... With a broken head and much on her shoulders to giving to everyone I am trying it’s hard to say no, even harder to let go... Over weight by all my medicines but they make me stable even though i gain weight from them... Life is tough some days I wish I could be perfect and thin. She hides her scars behind make up and covers herself with tattoos and piercings to cover up her pain.. Her world is crashing down like rain hitting the ground at full speed not able to calm down. Broken from within born with trauma to the head Sometimes I wish I was better off dead, but then I realize we all go through trauma in life even corona has affected us all.. I realize I am wanted and loved and people need me around.. My nephews want me here and I must change for them and not be scared... Flowers Spinning Words Swimming....Med cocktails in her system..Nobodies listening.. Corona 19 all alone and there is stress at home, but I am mending the patches and my relationships, because you only get one family and home so love your mother and father and be proud that you always have support around...Sometime my brain freezes and breaks down.. I get so upset and can’t calm down... Mom I'm sorry what I put you through.. I love you with all my heart ... I'm sorry there were times I tore our world apart.Mom is fighter a matriarch a protector but never lets her me be unconstrained and free as an adult.. I want to be treated independently I fight back tears I want the forbidden life, but mom tries to protect me from the unknown... I have a very great mom.. Who cares so much and gives me so much love... I wanna live my dreams after Corona continue helping people and inspiring others and showing people you can overcome mental illness and bran injury and overcome tragedies like Corona.. You just have to stay strong and know your are resilient and carry on.. You make a difference in this world by showing them you can overcome trauma and still stand proud.. If you can overcome insurmountable obstacles and find love and victory in your hardships. You will have beauty and lessons to teach others how to be resilient fight back and to win with victory . I want to be free and have a man to love and accept me but, I must first love myself for everything I am.. Not just hurt or pretend but truly love me again..Stop comparing yourself to everyone you are supposed to be yourself everybody’s journey on earth is different.. Your supposed to be happy with yourself and love and accept your mental health by beginning to heal and let go and truly love yourself and accept who you are it's always hard but don’t be scared let your life pour empathy out to those who need to be healed , through your life experience and existence you make a difference.
By Stephanie Leonard8 months ago in Art
The Blooming Soul of Civilization Beyond Survival
I believe civilization leads to a more developed mentality. Civilization, to me, is the art of using technology — not for domination, but for ease, connection, and creativity. It means embracing comfort while still remembering simplicity.
By saghar salari8 months ago in Art
Tattoo poetry
Looking at my right calf you might, over look my bright tattoo that shows my colorfully bright personality and my spirit... Light green and dark leaves intertwined with butterflies and ladybugs for good luck .. Amidst the yellow sunflowers intertwined in a solid golden heart ...Poetry it reads in the middle in cursive letters my first tattoo an enduring spiritual journey, for me and passage I’ll always remember...Many times life has beaten me down people places and things have brought me down, and amidst it all coping with mental illness i admit wasn’t an easy challenge ..The tool of writing has kept me a float and able to deal with my problems it has centered me through my pain and hardships... I use poetry and writing as a coping mechanism to deal with my feelings and my emotions .. I never thought my first tattoo would be a insignia of my favorite hobby and my favorite past time... I never thought my gift I was given my spiritual calling, would be carved into my leg or pain would hurt so much as my first tattoo and I would bleed out but it was very much worth the pain... I never thought that the words of poetry would literally bleed out of my skin.. My tattoo was the first sonnet or prose poem of many ...of many more Five tattoos that would be inked on to my skin I would ink a lone wolf on my right shoulder for family that were very enduring to me and representing being the leader of the pack and overcoming challenges ... I would mark my two nephews and a cross my Christian faith and Jesus and my nephews had saved me in my life story.. Also a corlful henna seahorse marking my live of ocean , and how a species survives in the wild with a completely exoskeleton , they thought a species like me would never overcome life I have overcome and had gained many survival skills in my life they said I wouldn’t survive but I’m alive hear thriving and also a small orange ornate flower over my left ear.. I was an addict to art and telling stories.. I loved to tell poetry through images and picture and life of beauty and tattooing on my living flesh...The hardest part to tattoo is the shin I thought I was going for a calf tattoo, but I said let’s be bold and have the experience that marks my passion for life and my coping atheistic poetry right in front of my leg... My gift should be known to the world... As the needle drove in I didn't anticipate how painful my first tattoo would be biting my tongue but word for word I admired the beauty like a published peace I admired the words and truth spoken in format on my skin there was a ton of blood but it didn’t stop from getting more tattoos and being brave through the pain again and again to tell my story .. I don’t regret any of my tattoos or my finished product they were all awesome and proved I was a true poet inside and new age artist.. Now I had the visible remark how my writing and art took me to unknown worlds, imaginable places.. It led me out of the darkness helped me cope with an illness and was a positive gift.. I could share it with the rest of world I have been writing and doing art since I was 12 now i'm 37 I have been featured in telegram and gazette blog, the Spencer news leader ,newspaper for my college on Word Gathering an online literary journal In Our USA magazine Red Rose Thorns for overcoming my obstacles and my disabilities . Never did I think I'd be a published writer and make my dreams come true .. This tattoo etched on my skin is a visual masterpiece of my accomplishments and how poetry has got me out of dark timesand places … Its also a mark that reminds me how I gave my gift back to others and the world through writing poetry.. It will always be an inspiration to me... Now each tattoo I own has a little peace of poetry in it and each has its own set of experiences memories expectations and stories to tell... The tale of a poet and an artist will never stop writing and never stop painting its story ... My story and poems I choose to paint on my skin as my story telling masterpiece I see my skin as a blank canvas ..
By Stephanie Leonard8 months ago in Art
Medieval fight. Content Warning.
Here comes the knight on there faithful steeds.. through the weeds they draw their swords one high one low but all cast silver aglow one night is dressed in red the other is dressed in black they try to prove their love black takes a smack in the head red jumps and says he’s sees a beautiful girl he must fight through her through all the churl the girl is on a pure white unicorn indeed the Unicorn whose twilight eyes are a sight to see to still believe there is good in the world some people are the unique artists and painters and songwriters that bring us art and song and words through personal heartbreak and through the world tragedies and rough times they give a little inspiration to keep going and give us a light that shines in the darkness
By Stephanie Leonard8 months ago in Art
She Led The Way For Others
Team Carrie Cancer Fundraiser started yesterday at a local art center near me. It was a beautiful time, and I was elected to speak about it. Every year prior, we have been raising funds through the Powwow for Hope. This year, it was decided to have the fundraiser there every other year.
By Denise E Lindquist8 months ago in Art
Sunset Stroll by the Cricket Ground
Sunset Stroll by the Cricket Ground: A Tender Moment in Warm Glow The image prompt describes a heartfelt and visually rich scene—a cartoon-style depiction of a cute couple walking hand-in-hand during sunset near a cricket ground. The man is dressed in a sporty cricket jersey, while the woman wears a flowy white top. They exchange soft smiles and loving glances, framed by an orange-pink sky that casts a warm, inviting atmosphere. Rendered in a Disney-style cartoon with soft shading and warm tones, this scene captures a beautiful moment of connection, youth, and tranquility.
By Anees Kaleem8 months ago in Art
The Day I Painted My Pain—And People Saw Themselves in It
The Canvas Was Empty—But I Was Full I didn’t intend to create anything that day. It started like most weekends: coffee, silence, and the soft shuffle of light through my living room blinds. The canvas leaned against the far wall, still wrapped in plastic, untouched for weeks. I had bought it in a moment of ambition, thinking I was ready to create again. But when you're carrying something heavy inside you, even the thought of starting can feel like a betrayal to your emotions.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Art
Royal Trek: Where the Only Crown is Your Sunburn (By Michal Lenden)
Intro: "Royal Pain, Zero Gain" When my friend Dave pitched Nepal’s Royal Trek as “the walk Prince Charles did in the ’80s,” I imagined tea with royals and scenic strolls. Instead, I got blisters, a sunburn shaped like my hat, and a team of misfits:
By michal lenden8 months ago in Art
"Journey to the Heart: The Unfolding Story of a Dreamer"
In a quaint town nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, where whispers of the wind carried tales of dreams and aspirations, lived a group of friends who had long shared a bond deeper than mere friendship. Each of them was at a crossroads in their lives, reflecting the varied paths they were yet to explore.
By Amjad Khan8 months ago in Art
