Hey,
How's things in general?
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Until we meet again dear friend
Peace
Anthony
I handwrite everything. Always have. Even now.
In an era where many, including myself, disbeleive what they see and read (and hear), how do creators convince others what they're presenting is genuine?
We can't. It doesn't help when some authors are admitting to using AI. That ruins the entire industry. There has to be some sort of strict regulations put in place.
I show you this photo so that you may see for yourself and hope that's enough.
Our Blank Pages
This was the first poem in a new diary style book. It merely came into being, simply by being the first thing to be written in that book.
You can see the date. My poetry output has been considerably slower as that book is not yet full, though I have started on a new book. And sometimes have used bits of paper if somewhere other than at home. It's been a pretty difficult time during '24/'25. I came close to throwing it all away. Things are better this year. Still a ways to go.
Our blank pages
Time for a new book
A new chapter
The pages blank
Hidden from glory
Pain and disappointment.
Elation too
And that sweet, warm joy.
Devoid of all
Until tomorrow comes
And we face the day
And our fate
Whatever it chooses to deliver.
5.20pm
7.7.22
First page in a new poetry book.
Know that I would never cheat to create art. What's the point? I've been writing and creating my whole life, sometimes slower than others, but have never stopped. There's no point in doing so now. That's just not me. Real emotions, realistic characters and situations in my books. That's what I aim for.
You know that feeling
You get sometimes
That melancholic wave
More like a surge
Coming up from your gut
It’s been sitting
there for days
Weeks really
Bubbling away
Doing its thing in the background
And you know you’re not
Doing so well
But you’ve been doing your best
To pretend it’s not there
Even though it never really leaves you.
Then one hour
It arrives
And suddenly
It’s all there is
It’s completely taken over
One little thing
Just pushed you down
And you’re now so tired
No
Exhausted
Completely deflated
Not only do you
Have nothing to give
You can barely function
Even for yourself.
You feel cut off
Alone
Somehow persecuted
And you’re abruptly crying
And all that weight
You’ve been carrying
For so long
Crushes you
And you’re sobbing now
Thinking the very worst
Of everything
Unable to move
Unable to face any of it
Anymore.
It has control
Not you
You’re a prisoner to it
It feels like death
Like it’s a logical option.
If you’ve had that
I’m sorry my friend
We just want someone
To take it all away
To hold us
And promise
That things will improve.
You’re so desperate
For any other kind
Of existence
You’ll damn well
Do anything.
It passes
It always does
At least for a while
As empty as you feel
You’re more relaxed now
Expelled that build up
Though the existential flatness
Remains
Like a curse.
It may not go away
Not until things change
Which they will
In time
As everything does.
Just know
If you feel that deeply
It’s a reflection
Of the good person you are
And I guarantee
As it is for me too
That it’s not your fault.
Sometimes…
We just break a
little.
21.5.26 11.30
pm.
This is about looking into the future, but also looking into the past. Primarily at one's youth.
We've all been there. You can relate to this short video I made below.
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| A Better Tomorrow https://dotlinesurface.artstation.com/projects/3dm2vD |
Watch Tomorrow HERE
What do you think? Bring up any memories for you?
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I really hope you are doing well.
Peace
Anthony
Hey you beautiful human being,
How's life in general?
This one is a bit cheeky. Pun intended.
Dirty bastard
Sleazy fool
Struck her on the ass
Called her
A naughty girl.
Fine as lover or friend
Not as manager
Especially given
His trial period
Result yet to be determined
Though odds are certain
His ass is next
On the chopping block.
2015
Times have changed but there was a time, not so long ago... And shit still happens.
What do you think?
Your opinion matters.
Until next time,
Please check out my YouTube channel for many videos, including a lot of new shorts with a whole range of topics!
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Peace
Anthony
Hey you beautiful human being,
How's life in general?
(As my grandfather used to say).
I wrote this to my beautiful little girl, when she was little.
Middle age father to
future daughter
You slept
While I drank
You paraded
While I internalised
You played
I marvelled
And documented
The feature film I never made
Finally content that I didn’t.
(You sure?)
We hugged
I forgot all
Bar the unadulterated joy
Unrivalled.
I was not perfect
Unlike most
I was all too bristling
With my inconsistencies
My inner burdens
Yet the best of me
Went to you
I may ultimately lose
I accept that
As long as you
flourish
And even if not
The intent was pure
With enough purpose
To let me rest
Finally.
2015
Things have changed alot, for those older parents who have been through the teenage years. And for all of us who remember our own time, though perhaps not objectively.
Love to hear your thoughts. I do these for you.
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Until next time,
Peace
Anthony
O P E N
In order to get there, you have to do this first.
Watch OPEN
My latest video
Written when I was in Rehab.
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| And there it is, a new friend |
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He saved dozens of lives
and barely anyone knows his name
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