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DetachedDreamer97

DetachedDreamer97

Enlightened
Mar 17, 2018
1,402
i recognized your art and then your profile pic from a Discord. It's nice to see you here

but if you are confused then i apologize, i like to treat people as though i know them from some other ocassion
Hmm, I think I might know you as well. Are you from Sanctuary or Bus Stop? And nice to see you as well!
 
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eclipse

Member
Apr 14, 2021
38
Some 7 years ago I had my little photo project going on. The idea was to take macros of things people just walk over, never even considering looking at, and try to make beautiful pictures out of that, using nothing but an ordinary smartphone cam and some filters in GIMP (trying to make a point that one can create something without expensive equipment). I think I went a little overboard with contrast and saturation in the coloured ones, but whatever that's how I created them back then.

At the same time, I did a similar thing with ordinary things at home, not to find beauty in it, but to try to express depression. The bathroom radiator is my favourite, that gets the mood across pretty well for me.
 

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Moegetaku

Moegetaku

Depressed Psychologist
Nov 2, 2020
25
On my grave

Don't insult me
By putting a flower on my grave
The softness of petals
Will be tarnished by the thorns
Don't carnage my soul
By thinking what could have happened
Just go and live your life
As if, between us, nothing ever happened
Don't tarnish my memories
By burning my image in your mind
If I was ever so important
There'd have been no one else in your sight
Don't kill me after I have died
If possible, do me a favour
Just don't turn up near my grave
 
T

Toptock

Experienced
Jun 6, 2020
292
Sometimes life feels luxurious, you have a bed, running clean water and a place to decompress. Then you're reminded the luxuries are lies. Illusions designed to render you complacent and appreciative of the bare minimum until you realize the only way out of your prison is to swallow shards of broken glass.

Do you do it? Or continue to live the lie of comfort
 

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GarbageFactory

GarbageFactory

Softboy™
Feb 10, 2021
11
Does anybody know any good post nihilist, absurdist art? The only artist I can think of is Ivan Seal.
 
nex

nex

Student
May 3, 2021
152
Wrote this many years ago. No idea if it's any good but I'll share it anyway.


man on the moon

i do not know how i came here
or where i was before
i know no past, no future and
no present anymore

as far as i can see there is
an ocean of grey dust
a crescent earth throws feeble light
down on the lifeless crust

i am not sure if i can hear
not sure if i can smell
i can't be sure if i can taste
there is no way to tell

i think i speak but i'm not sure
i feel my voice inside
but even if, i can't be heard
as no one is in sight


the earth above, it shines so blue
and green and brown and white
what is up there, and why is it
so colourful and bright?

there must be pain, there must be joy
and much more, I believe
there must be life, there must be warmth
there must be air to breathe

a faint recall, was i once there?
delusion, it would seem
i might have been, but then again
that might have been a dream


i dare not drop my gaze again
but soon or late i must
and see that i'm still standing here
in emptiness and dust

i wish the earth would go away
and nevermore come back
then i would not see anymore
what painfully i lack


again somewhere a rock strikes down
and smashes up the ground
i only feel the shake, there was
no glimpse and there's no sound

and one of them might once come down
right on my head, don't know
if i'm afraid of it or if
i wish that it be so
 
LONE WOLF.

LONE WOLF.

PUNISHER.
Nov 4, 2020
1,976
Wrote this many years ago. No idea if it's any good but I'll share it anyway.


man on the moon

i do not know how i came here
or where i was before
i know no past, no future and
no present anymore

as far as i can see there is
an ocean of grey dust
a crescent earth throws feeble light
down on the lifeless crust

i am not sure if i can hear
not sure if i can smell
i can't be sure if i can taste
there is no way to tell

i think i speak but i'm not sure
i feel my voice inside
but even if, i can't be heard
as no one is in sight


the earth above, it shines so blue
and green and brown and white
what is up there, and why is it
so colourful and bright?

there must be pain, there must be joy
and much more, I believe
there must be life, there must be warmth
there must be air to breathe

a faint recall, was i once there?
delusion, it would seem
i might have been, but then again
that might have been a dream


i dare not drop my gaze again
but soon or late i must
and see that i'm still standing here
in emptiness and dust

i wish the earth would go away
and nevermore come back
then i would not see anymore
what painfully i lack


again somewhere a rock strikes down
and smashes up the ground
i only feel the shake, there was
no glimpse and there's no sound

and one of them might once come down
right on my head, don't know
if i'm afraid of it or if
i wish that it be so
That's Beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
 
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LetMeGoPlease

Student
Dec 5, 2020
115
Wrote this many years ago. No idea if it's any good but I'll share it anyway.


man on the moon

i do not know how i came here
or where i was before
i know no past, no future and
no present anymore

as far as i can see there is
an ocean of grey dust
a crescent earth throws feeble light
down on the lifeless crust

i am not sure if i can hear
not sure if i can smell
i can't be sure if i can taste
there is no way to tell

i think i speak but i'm not sure
i feel my voice inside
but even if, i can't be heard
as no one is in sight


the earth above, it shines so blue
and green and brown and white
what is up there, and why is it
so colourful and bright?

there must be pain, there must be joy
and much more, I believe
there must be life, there must be warmth
there must be air to breathe

a faint recall, was i once there?
delusion, it would seem
i might have been, but then again
that might have been a dream


i dare not drop my gaze again
but soon or late i must
and see that i'm still standing here
in emptiness and dust

i wish the earth would go away
and nevermore come back
then i would not see anymore
what painfully i lack


again somewhere a rock strikes down
and smashes up the ground
i only feel the shake, there was
no glimpse and there's no sound

and one of them might once come down
right on my head, don't know
if i'm afraid of it or if
i wish that it be so
I love this poem!
 
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