2017, raw and rough

strang(l)e

A heavy mess you can’t vomit out.
A tight knot in your stomach that limits the entire storm starting from the hollow, constricting feeling in your chest, into this one body. And just inside, so only you can know its intensity and nobody else. Of course we can have universes inside us, sometimes it’s just a black hole.
Why is the air here not enough?
You created art and destroyed it just as soon, thinking, “Now it makes sense.” But what makes sense? — you won’t even ask that twice. (Hidden) 

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By the roaring waves!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Up

Up???

Alright…What is up? A lot of things sure are… But what is that something of which I should take the photo of???

Confused.

Sky? No, many will do that.

Roof from the bottom? Good, but not interesting..

Then?

A mountain? Yeah right, lame.

I know!! I will draw an arrow pointing upwards, and make it look all funky and smart and THAT will be THE photo!

So I made an arrow which turned out to be pretty weird, and NOT what I wanted it to be::( ) But then, I decorated its surroundings, and here it goes>…>…>

UP!

p.s. Extremelllyyyyyy sorrryyy for such a late post, now that the challenge ended too, but wordpress was having ‘serious’ IO errors when I tried uploading a pic!

-Randomlyabstract.

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By the roaring waves!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Flowers

Pink Beauty- photo has not been shot by me!

I just looked at this new photo challenge, and came across some very pretty flower pics! Everybody has taken this challenge so beautifully, posting blossoms and roses!

The Red Poppy

by- Louise Glück

Louise Glück
The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered.
The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing him the fire of my own heart, fire like his presence. What could such glory be if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters, were you like me once, long ago, before you were human? Did you permit yourselves to open once, who would never open again? Because in truth I am speaking now the way you do. I speak because I am shattered. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15604#sthash.KQafy2bW.dpuf

The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing him the fire of my own heart, fire like his presence. What could such glory be if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters, were you like me once, long ago, before you were human? Did you permit yourselves to open once, who would never open again? Because in truth I am speaking now the way you do. I speak because I am shattered. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15604#sthash.KQafy2bW.dpuf
The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing him the fire of my own heart, fire like his presence. What could such glory be if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters, were you like me once, long ago, before you were human? Did you permit yourselves to open once, who would never open again? Because in truth I am speaking now the way you do. I speak because I am shattered. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15604#sthash.KQafy2bW.dpuf

The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing him the fire of my own heart, fire like his presence. What could such glory be if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters, were you like me once, long ago, before you were human? Did you permit yourselves to open once, who would never open again? Because in truth I am speaking now the way you do. I speak because I am shattered. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15604#sthash.KQafy2bW.dpuf
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