art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

BACK TO THE HUM. Content Warning.
This is a Syfy romance story about two birds who fell in love long ago when they met in a bird shop. Now, Lulu appears again in OUTSTAGES CAFE as a beautiful woman with a bird head. Sweetie & Lulu meet once again. Sweetie was reincarnated as Sweetie. Lulu was reincarnated as a lady with a bird head. This is a fictional Syfy created from my dreams and my very smart parakeet, Sweetie Bird.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Music Always Stops
"Take care of all of your memories, said Nick For you cannot relive them" - Bob Dylan ~ Scarlet skies fill my eyes with wonder, hope, and absolute horror
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Me and My Heart
Me and my heart often sit together in the quiet of the night, Like two old friends—tired of the world, but still not done speaking. I look at it, it feels me. I stay silent, and yet—it always breaks down and speaks.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Poets
Too gentle to notice
Step 1. Wake before the birds. Forget your name for seven breaths. Let the silence between them shape your outline. Step 2. Leave your phone on the nightstand.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
The Nights You Don’t Talk About
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Aminabout a year ago in Poets
How You Master the Art of Disappearing . Content Warning.
Step 1: if you manage to do this successfully, you’ll need to move on no further: Headphones, a real banger tune, volume signals “you’re going to blow your ear drums out” notification.
By Emy Braccoabout a year ago in Poets
Viola's Purple Veil. Top Story - August 2025. Content Warning.
This was created by Vicki, me. I am no longer producing a paranormal channel with my friend. It is all about Trusselli Art, music, art, film, and progressive politics. I like to create art reflecting truth, fantasy, metaphors, innuendos and manifestations of art and dreams. I bring my dreams to life through my art. I want to share, be cool, creative, paranormal, and be in a paint bucket of life.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Free From Freedom
How can I say this? My mind caged as I witness— I'm... my only witness. On this day, these days, without forgiveness, I ask for forgiveness.
By Unspoken Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
Savior
You can say it isn’t love It’s an obsession with being saved But I wasn’t stuck in a burning building I was trapped, damned in Hades
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Where
Don’t say anything yet—just breathe, like the quiet after laughter when no one’s ready to move. I saw you across time, as if memory could bloom in reverse,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
The Art of Disappearing
Step One: Cry until your tears wash away the roles you never chose. Let the pain burn through every label others stuck on you
By Enric Millyabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - Silent Confessors
Not priests in shadowed, echoing alcoves, Nor therapists in softly cushioned chairs, The truest listeners this harsh world proves
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets