#abstract #abstractart #painting #impressionism #expressionism #landscape #artist #artforsale #painter
#abstract #abstractart #painting #impressionism #expressionism #landscape #artist #artforsale #painter
A gasping, wheezing mess it
May be, but it's mine.
#Haikufeels #heart #only #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
A gasping, wheezing mess it
May be, but it's mine.
#Haikufeels #heart #only #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
And my first book lives.
ADHD Scribbles isn’t tidy.
This isn’t just a book--
it’s proof survival can bloom.
Still sober, still scribbling, still alive.
#IndieAuthor #SelfPublishedAuthor #PoetryBook #ADHDScribbles #WritersOfbluesky #NeurodivergentVoices
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And my first book lives.
ADHD Scribbles isn’t tidy.
This isn’t just a book--
it’s proof survival can bloom.
Still sober, still scribbling, still alive.
#IndieAuthor #SelfPublishedAuthor #PoetryBook #ADHDScribbles #WritersOfbluesky #NeurodivergentVoices
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Painting + Poem by 5In7
Oil dragged through ache,
lines barely holding the chaos back.
A storm that hums instead of rains.
This is what it looked like
to stay open
without falling apart.
🎨 + 📜#TheStillnessBeforeCollapse#OilOnCanvas #PoetryAndPaint #ModernExpressionism
Painting + Poem by 5In7
Oil dragged through ache,
lines barely holding the chaos back.
A storm that hums instead of rains.
This is what it looked like
to stay open
without falling apart.
🎨 + 📜#TheStillnessBeforeCollapse#OilOnCanvas #PoetryAndPaint #ModernExpressionism
Batters me, tattered, scattered,
I must be better.
#blueskyrelay #better #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
Batters me, tattered, scattered,
I must be better.
#blueskyrelay #better #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
not by rage,
but by the soft, steady erosion
of care drowned in liquor.
It wasn’t my hand on the glass,
but I held the fragments
of everything it broke.
The canvas became my confession-
palette knife carving through memory,
colors smeared like bruises
where love once lived.
not by rage,
but by the soft, steady erosion
of care drowned in liquor.
It wasn’t my hand on the glass,
but I held the fragments
of everything it broke.
The canvas became my confession-
palette knife carving through memory,
colors smeared like bruises
where love once lived.
I'll edit it and refine later
I'll edit it and refine later
The painting is a proof of concept for me , it may stay with it
#healing #art #poetry #paint