Diz so lusyon fr18.9/a

Simple abstract line illustrations in paper with pencil #2

enhanced to maximum distortion in photo app editor.

ยฉoam

ยฎartsydhude 97-18

โ„ขXenoGrapx

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At what height of all that peaked,

where I once in of all those

tenses that took me places,

was it in dreams. . .

was it in vivid and lucid REM’s. . .

were it a visual aide that had me,

I’d know to come back from 

a pit,

where I knew that Virgil protected by his utterance,

Only Dante can surmise and landed upon an age ago.

Only were it the first, or the last I was,

when I were there among with the gifted.

So regrets are. . .

nothing but blaming one’s self,

nothing but the art of not letting go,

nothing but seeds from the past.

That care not,

does not,

and will not let you go.

Until all Fears,

Tears, Doubt

Blames and Shames

that does love you the most.

Do you want to,

Do you need to,

Do you feed her,

Would you love as the same as before?

๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”

ยฉ oliver a. melendez.

ยฉ all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 118. b2.27/ Dhudles

Once a path. . .

was shared, treaded and traveled

time was, space is, thoughts were. . .

never been as much as the same.

Yet when i wanted to think

of regret it has to be the one

who could have been the first one,

I laid my underware on.

๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†

ยฉ oliver a. melendez.

ยฉ all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 119. b2.28/ Dhudles

UNV5G

A poem lives in a poet which pen his/hers life in a punch drunken life,

that does not but has little maybe even a percent of a fractioned,

swag, and does ther intersections of the intercourse midway between,

life and loves.

๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜…

ยฉ oliver a. melendez

@Vb 130. b2.40 / Dhudles

Judged not juri3d

There i will find a place to be understood,

as to understand all that which has no bearing,

on u or me,

that means nothing to anyone.

๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜€โ˜บ๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿค๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ƒ

ยฉ oliver a. melendez

@Vb 131. b2.41 / Dhudles

Dz02101720.ne

Why compare tommorow’s wishes

when the past remains the same today.

When do we break those chains,

when I can’t even stop drinking caffeine.

๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‡โ˜บ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‘

ยฉ oliver a. melendez

@Vb 134. b2.44 / Dhudles

Dz100117.le

The world is still the same but,

hearts of men change in a flutter,

as gunpowders remains in the shells,

as it takes a life for a life,

a love of loves,

and aside of it all. . .

world still does not change,

not for a bit.

๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜ž

ยฉ oliver a. melendez

@Vb 135. b2.45 / Dhudles