Peinture mixte sur papier 40 x 30 cm, acrylique, encre de chine et collage. Disponible sur mon site officiel : emart-emmanuellebaudry.e-monsite.com/album-photos/les-non...

Mixed painting on paper 40 x 30 cm, acrylic, chinese ink and collage. Avalaible on my official website : emart-emmanuellebaudry.e-monsite.com/en/album/les-non-dit...

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Songtheme!!

"Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head

Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid

Children roam the streets now orphans of war

Bodies hanging in the streets to adore

Royal flames will carve a path in chaos

Bringing daylight to the night

Death is riding into town with armor

They've come to take all your rights "

sometimes we don't realize how much damage we do to our Planet with our selfishness and ambitions,... if sometimes we not know we're hurting the people we see every day.

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How many times did you talk behind somebody's back?

Out of envy, you've lied and said what you've said

How many times did you truly have regrets?

And did you ever try to make it unsaid?

How many times did you waste your blessings

Just like the money for material possessions?

How many times did I base my decisions,

out of prejudice or other people's visions?

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Textures www.kimklassencafe.com/

When words aren't enough, we can hear the sorrow in what's left unsaid.

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“The kindness I have longest remembered

has been of this sort,

the sort unsaid;

so far behind the speaker's lips

that almost it already lay in my heart.

It did not have far to go to be communicated.”

~ Henry David Thoreau ~

. . . when not around my neck, this very special necklace rests beside my sealed lips . . .

In the many rooms and also with out people come

and days, to weeks, to months, to years go on and on

This life is set out on a table and taken at bursts and blasts

Nothing ever holds and almost nothing ever lasts

Sometimes the table is an altar and the song is mass

No one is ever talking that much about Michelangelo

Everyone is talking so much about the world we know

And that world beyond this one is sung of in wistful song

There is a moment not yet made that is about to be played

There is never too little left that we have somehow unsaid

Failings ravings ravelling rambling ravening revealing and revealing

The seasons rolling on and on the threads tangling and holding on

[Just flickering and snickering notions set out in sometimes rhyming motions.]

© PHH Sykes 2023

phhsykes@gmail.com

before you speak

ask yourself if

what you are going

to say is true, is

kind, is necessary

is helpful. If the

answer is no, maybe

what you are about

to say should be

left unsaid.

november is the beginning of unsaid apologies

the kind of month you carry around in your heart forever

when feelings tear your skin apart

and you know everything's been worth it after all

November it's the month when everything comes back to normal, when everything falls right into place, when you know it's going to be alright. It's that month that never leaves you, that will always remind you of everything that's best in your life. It's the month where it all begins after all.

Soft girl summer with wildflowers in bloom and thoughts that still linger. Carrying pieces of the past few days, quiet goodbyes, tangled feelings, and the weight of things left unsaid. Not trying to be anything but present. Just moving gently, still here, still pedaling through it all.

📌 Luanes World - Le Monde Perdu - Summer 2025

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"Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid." - Homer

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All photos they may not be used or reproduced without my permission. If you would like to use one of my images for commercial purposes or other reason, please contact me. Depending on the situation may have to assign the work as specified by the author.

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Things Left Unsaid

In the many rooms and also with out people come

and days, to weeks, to months, to years go on and on

This life is set out on a table and taken at bursts and blasts

Nothing ever holds and almost nothing ever lasts

Sometimes the table is an altar and the song is mass

No one is ever talking that much about Michelangelo

Everyone is talking so much about the world we know

And that world beyond this one is sung of in wistful song

There is a moment not yet made that is about to be played

There is never too little left that we have somehow unsaid

Failings ravings ravelling rambling ravening revealing and revealing

The seasons rolling on and on the threads tangling and holding on

[Just flickering and snickering notions set out in sometimes rhyming motions.]

© PHH Sykes 2023

phhsykes@gmail.com

I waited too long

You never came around

Too many tears shed

Too many words unsaid

I can't believe I tried so hard

Can't believe I waited so long

In the many rooms and also with out people come

and days, to weeks, to months, to years go on and on

This life is set out on a table and taken at bursts and blasts

Nothing ever holds and almost nothing ever lasts

Sometimes the table is an altar and the song is mass

No one is ever talking that much about Michelangelo

Everyone is talking so much about the world we know

And that world beyond this one is sung of in wistful song

There is a moment not yet made that is about to be played

There is never too little left that we have somehow unsaid

Failings ravings ravelling rambling ravening revealing and revealing

The seasons rolling on and on the threads tangling and holding on

[Just flickering and snickering notions set out in sometimes rhyming motions.]

© PHH Sykes 2023

phhsykes@gmail.com

"The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone"

Come out of the things unsaid

Shoot an apple off my head and a

Trouble that can't be named

A tiger's waiting to be tamed, singing

You are, you are

Confusion that never stops

The closing walls and the ticking clocks gonna

Come back and take you home.

Okay so first of all.... WHAT JUST HAPPENED!!

I genuinely can't believe how many amazing photographers have just commented or favourited my pictures i feel so loved! SO thank you it means a bloody lot!

So as most of you probably already know, me and Mr Britten ;) went out on a shoot today, which was wicked I havent gone out on a shoot with the dude in ages and it was such a breath of fresh air so thanks Henry!

I hope you enjoy this guys!

In the many rooms and also with out people come

and days, to weeks, to months, to years go on and on

This life is set out on a table and taken at bursts and blasts

Nothing ever holds and almost nothing ever lasts

Sometimes the table is an altar and the song is mass

No one is ever talking that much about Michelangelo

Everyone is talking so much about the world we know

And that world beyond this one is sung of in wistful song

There is a moment not yet made that is about to be played

There is never too little left that we have somehow unsaid

Failings ravings ravelling rambling ravening revealing and revealing

The seasons rolling on and on the threads tangling and holding on

[Just flickering and snickering notions set out in sometimes rhyming motions.]

© PHH Sykes 2023

phhsykes@gmail.com

Only iPhone 5

but most of the time i end up saying too much

Something unsaid...

Have fun on this Weekend =Carnival=Party !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Beijiiinhooosss***

{h.e.r.e.}

Someone once told me

That you have to choose

What you win or lose

You can't have everything

Don't you take chances

You might feel the pain

Don't you love in vain

'Cause love won't set you free

I could stand by the side

And watch this life pass me by

So unhappy

But safe as could be

So what if it hurts me?

So what if I break down?

So what if this world just throws me off the edge

My feet run out of ground

I gotta find my place

I wanna hear my sound

Don't care about all the pain in front of me

'Cause I'm just tryna be happy, yeah

Just wanna be happy, yeah

Holding on tightly

Just can't let it go

Just tryna play my role

Slowly disappear, oh

But all these days,

They feel like they're the same

Just different faces, different names

Get me out of here

Well, I can't stand by the side, oh, no,

And watch this life pass me by, pass me by

So what if it hurts me?

So what if I break down?

So what if this world just throws me off the edge

My feet run out of ground

I gotta find my place

I wanna hear my sound

Don't care about all the pain in front of me

'Cause I'm just tryna be happy, oh, happy, oh

So many turns that I can't see,

Like I'm a stranger on this road

But don't say "victim"

Don't say anything

So what if it hurts me?

So what if I break down?

So what if this world just throws me off the edge

My feet run out of ground

I gotta find my place

I wanna hear my sound

Don't care about all the pain in front of me

I just wanna be happy

Oh, yeah, happy, oh, happy

I just wanna be, oh

I just wanna be happy

Oh, happy

me inquieta lo frágiles que son los momentos

me inquieta lo fácil que los olvidamos

lo fácil que nos resulta después manipularlos

siento que algún día, después de mucho tiempo, voy a volver a leer estas cosas y me voy a preguntar por qué diablos compartía mis pensamientos aquí

una parte de mí vive en esta foto

en fin,

el rollo salió malo, se ven esas líneas en todas las fotos

y me da pena

unedited!!!!!

I've got a secret that just might kill me,

It's tucked in deeply in my head,

I keep it quiet so you won't hear it,

So much abuse for what I leave unsaid.

This is life or death,

You can't see it yet,

It's not make-believe,

It's so real to me.

Underneath my skin,

And it always wins,

My demons are invisible,

My demons are invisible,

No one knows,

'Cause my scars never show,

And no one believes me,

My demons are invisible,

My demons are invisible.

I painted a picture,

Of a creature so ugly that lives here in me,

I pulled back the curtain that hid this nightmare,

But you only saw what you wanted to see.

Underneath my skin,

And it always wins,

My demons are invisible,

My demons are invisible,

No one knows,

'Cause my scars never show,

And no one believes me,

My demons are invisible.

Invisible - Citizen Soldier

www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvdK864_0wo

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My best friend, Khaos. I absolutely hated this guy when we first met. We didn't get on at all and argued a lot, but over time grew closer. I'm so glad I didn't give up on this one, even though we drove each other up the wall. Under his tough exterior, he has a heart of gold. One of the strongest, smartest, most loyal and genuine people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting on SL. Life has thrown so much at him, so many struggles and responsibilities, but every single day he gets up and he fights like a warrior. So much love and respect for him. He's been there for me during really difficult times in both SL and RL over the years, and I loved spending the day catching up with him. Just like old times ❤

And so it ends.

Well, here's most of the figures I made this year. I realize I've been on and off social media these past two weeks, and I will explain eventually. But for now, let's celebrate what we've accomplished in this ending year.

I've definitely improved my skills this year. I've started to incorporate different techniques and elements that I will continue to use in the coming years. I've made a lot more customs that I did last year as well, which is great. I branched out a LOT this year. I got much more active on my social media accounts, and went to BrickFair Virginia and met a ton of cool people. They're all tagged. I also met some more people in the community online, which has been really cool.

Now for my New Year's Resolution. It is currently 11:48, and I rushed to get these photos out. In the new year, I hope to focus on deadlines more, and practicalize the amount of figures I can make. There are a TON of projects I have for 2017, but I need to be able to manage them all enough that I can make that happen. Many of the figures I plan to make just won't be made, as has been the case for the past two years. The problem is simply that this will never be my #1 priority. As much as it kills me to say this, customizing is just a hobby, and things like school and being social will always take time away from customizing. This doesn't mean I'm quitting, and I hope I wont quit anytime soon because I really like what I do. It just means that I may not be as active as customizing really demands. I push myself to absolute limits trying to finish figures and post them online, but in this year, I hope to find a way to make that process easier, so that the burdens of customizing weigh less on me.

Another resolution of mine is to get on YouTube. Flickr and Instagram are great, but I really want to start uploading showcases soon. Theres just so much left unsaid with showcasing photo. The issue with recording showcases in the new year is that it takes time, which will probably mean less figures. I'm also really hesitant to record a showcase, for reasons I havent discovered yet. However, I will make it a priority to take my work to YouTube.

My apologies for these long, and kind of personal paragraphs. I just felt like you guys needed an explanation. It is now 11:59, and I await 2017. I will explain my absence in an upcoming photo. Stay tuned,

- Donovan (166 Customs)

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A todas as Mães, neste dia especial...

_______

Mama, thank you for who I am

Thank you for all the things I'm not

Forgive me for the words unsaid

For the times I forgot

Mama remember all my life

You showed me love, you sacrificed

Think of those young and early days

How I've changed along the way

And I know you believed

And I know you had dreams

And I'm sorry it took all this time to see

That I am where I am because of your truth

And I miss you, I miss you

Mama forgive the times you cried

Forgive me for not making right

All of the storms I may have caused

And I've been wrong, Dry your eyes

Mama I hope this makes you smile

I hope you're happy with my life

At peace with every choice I made

How I've changed along the way

And I know you believed in all of my dreams

And I owe it all to you, Mama

Mama | Il Divo

Remember not only to say the right thing in the right place, but far more difficult still, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.

-Benjamin Franklin

Caught up in remnants and persistent thoughts and "sorry"s left unsaid . Melancholy held me.

These little moths are my hand-painted furry-bodied little props, if I get the time to make more this summer I may make a limited number to sell.

Will do my best to catch up with everyone

Hope you are all having a wonderful weekend !!

:~)

7.3.09

I'm starting to think that what you leave out of the frame may be as important as what you include within it.

Posting-and-running. Back soon to comment and things.

Explore #205

A moment drifts, a silver thread, Time unfolds, yet leaves unsaid.

maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Suomi%20Finland/129/111/3313

Dance of our lives

Dance me

with your passion

that burns deeper than the sun

Dance me

through the moonlight

when our hearts combine as one

Dance me

spin me round and round

to places that cannot be found

Dance me

hold me tight

and sway me on the whispers of our life

Dance me

through the magic moments

let your voice fill up my heart

let me waltz on desire and rhymes

that transcend all times

let me see the flames of passion

that ignite in an endless refrain

let me take a shaky breath

when you fill up my heart

with all the words unsaid

Dance me

through all the sharp edges and the shadows

of our earthly life

Dance me

through this dance of life

in the melting midday light, every curve of the face folds into chiaroscuro. he hides behind his shades, not from the sun, but from what it might reveal. the air hums with the silence of unsaid things, soft and burning.

“Let's go down to the water's edge

And we can cast away those doubts

Some things are better left unsaid

But they still turn me inside out

Turning inside out turning inside out.”

Why ~ Annie Lennox

youtu.be/HG7I4oniOyA

The still waters of a small pool mirror the damselflies laying their eggs on the stems of submerged plants. Kilgwyn, Trinidad & Tobago, W.I.

Carlsbad, California

Polaroid 600se

669 Film (Expired + Double Exposed + Burn Baby Burn)

"In the twilight can be seen

Beauty in the freedom crawling closer

Although the darkness of night falls

And unsaid words weigh heavy on the mind…"

*Systur - Sigga, Beta & Elín*

.

listen.

Between the lines

BUDDHA BAR IX-AMANASKA SLEEP

A sign, drawn in the sand

And a touch of a stranger’s hand

I wonder what it means?

Time spinning round and round in space

Then is gone without a trace

I wonder where it goes

Deep in the night when I hear no sound

I feel my heartbeat slowing down

My minds’ released and free to wander

As I sleep

The past burried deep inside my head

All the words that have gone unsaid

I just wanna let them go

Life on a distant star

Or a boat to where the wild things are

I just want to let it flow

Deep in the night when I hear no sound

I feel my heartbeat slowing down

My minds’ released and free to wonder

As I sleep

If you’r quiet you’ll hear the sound

Of the world as it spins around

We feel lost and we feel found

As we sleep

Two worlds, coliding in my head

The decisions that I dread

I watch you as you sleep

This is Josué, the son of two of my best friends! Wow, time really does fly! When you realize it, so much has passed, so much was left undone or unsaid. But everyday is a new chance to start over!

Everyday I see you in a strangers smile.

I hear your voice in my dreams and

I read your letters again. I remember you

when the moon is full and I can’t sleep.

So I sit in the dark. Here we are again

in the quiet, connecting.

Everything we left unsaid settles now

at my feet.

I’m ok and I miss you more than life

and more than anything I have ever known.

So here I am in the dark wondering if you will

know me. I’m hoping I will find my way to you.

You were a gift I will never have again.

When I am feeling those holes in my heart

like I am tonight, nothing consoles me but the moon and the quiet.

I hope it is bright enough and quiet enough

that you hear what my heart is saying and you can see my love once more.

(English follow)

Si « Inner world » était un album CD, on y retrouverait que des chansons sans paroles. La musique, plus que les mots, permet de dialoguer avec les non-dits de notre monde intérieur et de lever brouillard de nos souvenirs lointains. (Patrice)

Musique : Un piano sur la mer (André Gagnon) :

www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_CqCBWnclA

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If "Inner World" was a CD album, it would propose songs without words. The music, more than words, allows a dialogue with the unsaid of our inner world and can remove fog of our distant memories. (Patrice)

Music : Un piano sur la mer (A piano over the sea) (André Gagnon) :

www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_CqCBWnclA

Taken with my first 3.2mp point & shoot, Fujifilm FinePix A303...

Do I really want to tell the story behind this photo?

I think I rather not...

Why?

Because some things are best left unsaid.

Anyway... I'll probably sound like a major @#$!% :)

a hundred thousand words,

could not quite explain.

so i'll walk you to your car,

and we can talk it out in the rain.

we are leaving some things unsaid,

we are breathing deeper instead.

i can sing myself to sleep,

no more,

no more.

#90