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User Image aboyandhispoems Posted: Dec 11, 2017 4:17 AM (UTC)

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i’m gonna have a b&w aesthetic
User Image aboyandhispoems Posted: Dec 11, 2017 4:16 AM (UTC)

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memes weren’t really my thing, but i hope you like my poems
User Image emilyolive7 Posted: Dec 11, 2017 4:21 AM (UTC)

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User Image aboyandhispoems Posted: Dec 11, 2017 4:14 AM (UTC)

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im changing this acc to a poetry acc, thanks for sticking around for my shitty memes
User Image whowell_photography Posted: Dec 11, 2017 4:21 AM (UTC)

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Someone had asked me to share a touch of some of the other work that I did during my first quarter at SCAD so here are some poems, if you will, that I created using the cut up method. Sorry the seventh image is so odd it was the only way I could get it to show. .
#cutup #cutupmethod #art #poems #poem #words #tragic #sad #sadpoem #drawing #scad #savannag #savannahcollegeofartanddesign #scaddesign #designclass
User Image derekjhealey Posted: Dec 11, 2017 4:20 AM (UTC)

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Part 10. As another petal || falls || from the Lily on the altar || I accept today's decisions. Grief is hard and staying gentle is work. It can be so easy to walk away and hide the pain, but to stay || and sit? That is heart's marrow and Love's integrity. I'm surrounded by fallen petals. Other hearts trying to mend. Trying to bend. Hoping to be a shoulder...any shoulder... But yours. Beloved. You are my death staring me in the face. In slow motion you pass me by as I catch my breath when out of the corner of my eye you send another arrow after arrow as facts pour in on the daily. Little notes and gifts litter the floors of where we used to dance together. Flowers grace the place where we used to eat and my time, your running out. Because acceptance of pain is humbling yes but it is also a crutch of a distraction when all I want to do is accept your hand in mine and your laugh again harmonizing with Petals drop and tears dry and I can't keep wasting my time by wasting No more... With that last petal holding on, am I only waiting to witness you turn into ash and bones? Because only then will you truly be gone when there is nothing but dust upon the pillow you used to dream upon? I fold your letters of fake promises thinking to set the new year aflame. #DJHPoems #poetry #poems

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