July 26th, 2021. STRIFE

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Café Turan (It's too dark to see here) by M.A.A. 
I never should have come here

left with little time to fill all that's lacking
roaming amongst the unfinished ideals
unwritten plans and executions of panic
resulted in something as lively as unreal

I never should have come here

you know you're reaching the endgame
when the visions call and winds whisper
when diary becomes a script of a tale
when nobody stays but the noises linger

I never should have come here

there's a room with too many a picture
of all these greats who for some reason
made death their canvas and fear their fixture
who somehow gained glory from treason

I never should have come here

everyone's reading this text on the wall
someone still collecting letters of their own
poetry has become a way to recount the toll
yet no one counting all these heads alone

I never should have come here

this space that limits and then pressures
corners us like scared animals today
we think of a world beyond its measures
and wait for it to manifest someday

I never should have come here

after a year, it's too dark to see
there's simply no way to leave
waiting for the floor to dip into the sea
subservient perhaps, yet too tired to kneel

I never should have come here

a silly mismatch of truth and hopes
puts these realities in a bitter fight
in a petty argument over words and tones
the weak collapses and joins the strife

I never should have come here

alright, it must be said to sever these ties
maybe Turan was the friends we fought
maybe a projection to not reveal our binds
but I would sell our fiction for naught

I never should have come here

now let us out, please, from this trap of soul and mind
though it seems that course of life has become a line
tell me, surely there must be much more than fear
but we all know we never should have come here.

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“Drunk” by S.J. Delaney

A pair unfocus, stumbling stance,
numb to the sounds which prompts his dance.

Dropping slowly into the chair, “are you
right?” He doesn’t care. He can’t see, doesn't
understand. “This can’t be it,” our
night will never end. A secret to be
kept: no one here's your friend.

Another drink, something to cherish,

a drink and a smoke will remove any blemish.

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"A Relief from the Strife" by Vian Borchert 
I had went to the woods
to resolve the strife
I relived the conflict
through my mind
to see if
I was right.

I looked at the tall trees
with their leaves
and the way they sway
their branches with
the wind breeze.

The times of our lives
are difficult
as they seem
to unfold,
perhaps a resolve
will take place
in our dreams.

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Next exhibition theme: SOUR

Deadline: MIDNIGHT, 8th August

Submit at: artisticdifferencesproject@gmail.com

More information under ‘Submissions’ tab

Published by artisticdifferencescurator

My name is Seán and I am the creator and curator of the Artistic Differences Project. I started this project during the lockdown in Ireland due to COVID-19 in March 2020 as a way to get my friends and I creating during a troubling time. From there the project as gone from strength to strength and now we publish a new exhibition every two weeks.

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