Expressionism Stories

Mental illness poem.

Peter Rhodes is determined to bring us all out into the light, to be able to fully express ourselves. He doesn't however reckon on an indifferent unprincipled world. The themes follow those of the Epic cycle.

A collection of poems made by me.

Collection of Poems Futuristic, expressionist, impressionist, constructivist poetry

Ghosts Following Come here, taste me Put that lie in me Sorry for this Anger strikes deep in me Every night ghosts following They bleeding and screaming Talking about walking In that red pajama Put that words in that signs Humans are blinded Nobody can see it in other side That world have a price

This is a poem mainly about expressionism and modernism. In other words, I feel as if we're all just carrying out our usual lives without analytically dissecting and observing them.

The journey of my "rebirth", 12 years ago today.

20 short poems written in English in 2016, for a PechaKucha performance: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXa3PJwa7og . They were all inspired by my visual artworks. I looked at some of my drawings and paintings, and listened to the voices overflowing my mind in the process, in a dialogue between my drawing self and my writing self. I sing or speak these poems in improv performances that you can listen at https://soundcloud.com/mezzomonte 20 courts poèmes écrits en anglais en 2016 pour une performance PechaKucha: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXa3PJwa7og. Ils ont tous été inspirés par mes travaux visuels. J'ai regardé mes dessins/peintures, et j'ai écouté les voix déborder de mon esprit au cours du processus, dans un dialogue entre mon côté illustrateur et mon côté écrivain. Je chante ou lis ces poèmes lors de performances d'impro, que vous pouvez écouter ici: https://soundcloud.com/mezzomonte

Tom leaves for his first official shift as Milford's new chief of police, and Evelynna decides to unpack her art studio. She meets Father Raoul, Mrs. Finch, and Dr. Penrose. She introduces her expressionist art to a less-than-receptive Mrs. Embleton.

Written in stream-of-consciousness, Our Sins and Desires is a short story about a day of pondering love's many flaws and benefits, and how one goes to such great lengths to achieve them.

When the sky goes black, will you mourn for the stars?

your face like a knife

The play blurs the line between reality and fantasist dreams as a young girl, known only as Dreamer, lives her life as an isolated observer; reflecting upon the people she watches during the day. Once night falls, however, she bends inwardly to her reality. It is left to the audience’s interpretation the details of this Dreamer’s life, including but not limited to: if these people she sees are connected to her, whether they are strangers, or whether are just a figment of her imagination. In addition to the question of these peoples’ identities that is left to interpretation, the legitimacy of what they say is also left to interpretation: meaning one could suppose to take what they say to be true, or that it is Dreamer’s recollection of what they say and has been warped by her own twisted emotions and state of mind. She is an anti-hero, and yet one discovers her characteristics are strikingly similar to our own.

A girl sees a dead body then goes on a whole self discovery arc with the help of a serial killer.

Curious about art and don't know where to start? Join me as I learn about the major art movements from A-Z! There are indeed more than one in some letters (looking at you letter P) but sticking to one movement per letter (though I may add a section to include what other movements fall under that letter). Questions are answered on what is it? How did it originate? And I'll list some of the famous artists from around the world. Author's Note: This is actually supposed to be like an art picture book like you see in Art stores with each subject being it's own page with a relevant artwork (I plan to make a physical copy). I'll put a picture in the banner. ***Completed*** Constructive criticism appreciated. And if you know anything about creative commons law/copyright law, i'd love to ask you some questions!

Over the years, Grimoire had scribbled down many bits and pieces of poetry during his time of inactivity and continues to do so. This work shall be updated with any further poetry written this year, marking the end of this ever-growing compilation.

I had been granted the gift of hearing music in all its beauty, for music is truly magnificent in its way. Every melody holds a soul that is unable to see, yet can always be heard.

stuff from my notebook, mishmashed together like a Frankenstein of expressionist bullshit