Inspiration
Stare at your flaws
(P.s it’s spoken word and steam of consciousness. My style) Stare at your flaws One wrong move, Western-type shots. You can move back, run backwards, HELL EVEN CRY. Don’t stop looking. This world has come with criminals that aren’t even criminals. Call me the reaper. Call this your final breath. But it might not be if you talk like you at court. Court of death you can say. So tell me, your flaws, your regrets, your grudges you still hold. Why? To know a real man, you must know what they are hiding. Why are you hiding?Real peace is when you cleanse your body. The flowers grow from withered to beautiful orchids. The trees go cold stubborn to dancing leaves. It blooms like birth. Somebody new is born...However you're torn if that new you is better. Simple answer: yes. However, your eyes cry out in confusion as it seems so complicated. To be honest, we love the fun work, not the hard work. Who doesn't? Bills have to be paid. Or in this sense: your heart deserves to be paid in peace. So tell me what’s your deepest fear, darkest flaw, why you hold so much. The hand shakes like he saw a murder scene, His eyes screamed in need of reflection. His heart was pumping; it sounded like a kid wanting candy. But he just needed a new life. He tried to speak/it seemed like somebody who had never talked before. Then, one by one,doors opened. One broken man because one choice broke his time frame. So he put pride on his wrist. Then life got twisted and twisted. His relationship problems,money problems, and problems with God. They were all falling down like a boulder-no Indiana Jones to catch it.The new problem was…how to solve a broken man. Three words/Hope and work. You can’t be the same all your life. You have to change and not be complacent. I lower the weapon. His eyes were relieved. The man said, ”Good, I dropped the gun-because looking at myself through the mirror/I need to let go and hope for better.”
By Messaiah Dejesus10 months ago in Art
Finding my faith
First time I saw faith
By Venesha Owen10 months ago in Art
The Art of Happiness: Awakening Your Inner Light
In a quiet mountain village surrounded by whispering pines and crystal streams lived a young woman named Amina. She had everything most people longed for — a warm home, loving parents, and a promising job at the village school. Yet, deep within, she felt an emptiness she could not name. Each morning, she followed the same routine: teaching children, returning home, helping her mother, and sitting alone under the old cherry tree at dusk. The villagers saw her gentle smile and assumed she was content, but Amina often wondered, “Why do I feel incomplete when I have so much?” One evening, an old monk passed through the village. His robe was simple, his steps slow but sure, and his eyes carried the peace of someone who had seen life’s storms yet remained unshaken. He sat beneath the same cherry tree where Amina often rested. Curious, she approached him. “Master,” she said softly, “how does one find happiness? I pray, I work, I help others, but still I feel a void.” The monk smiled. “Child, happiness is not something to be found. It is something you awaken within yourself.” Amina frowned slightly. “Awaken? But how?” He pointed toward the glowing sunset. “Do you see how the sun disappears, yet leaves behind light in the sky? That is what true happiness is — not constant brightness, but an inner glow that remains even when the world grows dark.” Amina pondered his words. “Then how can I awaken this light?” The monk closed his eyes. “Through three doors — awareness, gratitude, and purpose. Open them, and you will find your peace.” That night, Amina could not sleep. The monk’s words echoed in her mind. The next morning, she decided to open the first door — awareness. She began her day by truly noticing the world around her. The way the sunlight filtered through her window, the sound of the children’s laughter at school, the rhythm of her own heartbeat. She realized that she had been living on autopilot — doing, not being. When she started paying attention, even ordinary moments shimmered with quiet beauty. As days passed, she opened the second door — gratitude. Amina started a small notebook where she wrote three things she was thankful for each night. Some days it was as simple as “the taste of warm bread” or “a kind smile from a stranger.” Slowly, her perspective shifted. She began to see how life was constantly offering her small gifts that she had once overlooked. She noticed how her students’ curiosity brightened her day, how her mother’s humming filled their home with peace, and how the scent of rain on dry earth made her heart feel alive. Gratitude, she realized, was not about having everything — it was about seeing everything you already have. Finally came the third door — purpose. Amina thought deeply about her life. “Why am I here? What can I give to the world?” One afternoon, she saw a little boy sitting outside the school, crying. His parents were poor and couldn’t afford books. Amina comforted him and offered him her own spare notebooks. When she saw the spark in his eyes as he began to learn again, she felt something shift within her — a sense of quiet fulfillment she had never known before. She began dedicating extra hours to teach children from poor families. Her evenings became busier, but her heart felt lighter. She realized that happiness wasn’t about receiving, but giving — sharing light instead of searching for it. Months later, the monk returned to the village. Amina ran to meet him, her eyes shining brighter than ever. “Master,” she said joyfully, “I opened the doors you spoke of — awareness, gratitude, and purpose. My life hasn’t changed much from the outside, but inside, I feel like a different person.” The monk nodded, smiling. “Then you have understood the true art of happiness. The world still holds sorrow, and you will still face storms. But when your light burns within, no darkness can truly defeat you.” He handed her a small clay lamp. “Keep this,” he said. “Let it remind you that the flame of happiness lives in your heart — and it only fades when you forget to tend it.” That night, Amina placed the lamp by her window and watched its flame dance gently in the breeze. She realized that happiness wasn’t a place to reach, but a journey of awakening — one that began the moment she stopped chasing and started living. From then on, she no longer sat under the cherry tree with questions. She sat there in peace, grateful for the breath in her lungs, the love around her, and the purpose guiding her days. The world hadn’t changed — but her way of seeing it had. And so, beneath the same sky, she found what she had been seeking all along — the radiant, unshakable joy within. Moral: Happiness is not discovered in the world outside, but awakened within through awareness, gratitude, and purpose. When you learn to see, feel, and live with an open heart, every moment becomes a masterpiece of joy.
By Naimat Ullah10 months ago in Art
The Child Who Painted Time
In a forgotten corner of an aging orphanage near Prague, a quiet ten-year-old girl named Elara Vance spent her days painting. She spoke little, but her art spoke for her vibrant, surreal, and hauntingly precise. The caretakers thought her gift was simply the result of too many nights spent alone with her imagination. That was until one morning, she painted a fire that hadn’t yet happened.
By Farooq Hashmi10 months ago in Art
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The first thing every musician learns-- whether sketching on paper or swiping on a display-- is that inspiration seldom awaits the perfect minute. In some cases it strikes while you're on a train, throughout a late coffee break, or when your mind just refuses to sleep.
By Eira Wexford10 months ago in Art
If I Missed That, I Would Have Never Achieved My Goal
The bus was late — again. It was one of those sticky, summer mornings when everything feels slow: the air, the clock, even your hope. My interview was at 8:00 sharp. The kind of job my parents would be proud of — stable, predictable, with benefits that sounded like a promise of safety.
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The Top Cover Artist in Pittsburgh Redefining Rap Visuals
When you think of Pittsburgh’s underground rap scene, you think of sound, story, and rhythm. But behind every artist who drops a track that hits your playlist, there is a visual that pulls you in before the first beat drops. That is where Lay Simone steps in.
By The Art Current 10 months ago in Art
Colors of Colors
A heated debate was going on in the room. The seven gentlemen were firm in their own views, and there was a deep and vast ocean of disagreement between them. They were as determined as seven continents to maintain their distance from each other so that their own identities and their own reasons for pride would remain. The only difference was their likes and dislikes of colors. Red, green, blue, yellow, orange, purple, and violet.
By shahkar jalal10 months ago in Art
Lay Simone: A Top Pittsburgh Painter Redefining the Language of Color
Across Pittsburgh’s vibrant art scene, Lay Simone continues to rise as one of the city’s most influential painters. Through her creative movement LAYMADEIT, she transforms emotion into visual language, blending feeling with balance and honesty. Her art invites reflection, revealing how color can speak when words cannot.
By The Art Current 10 months ago in Art
Lay Simone: The Top Pittsburgh Painter Transforming Emotion Into Color
In Pittsburgh’s growing creative community, Lay Simone stands out as one of the most expressive painters of her generation. Through her brand LAYMADEIT, she has created a body of work that connects color, emotion, and storytelling in a way that feels deeply personal yet universally understood. Her art captures transformation, balance, and honesty, turning emotion into color and color into feeling.
By The Art Current 10 months ago in Art
