Marcus Lund
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The Silent Flight A watercolor owl in mid-motion—fluid, fierce, and free. Wrought in deep teals, seafoam, and hints of golden yellow, this piece channels the silent wisdom of night skies and the instinctive grace of nature’s most watchful hunter. No outlines, no harsh edges—just pure flow, like ink spilled from a dream. Tattooed with brushstroke precision and an artist’s eye for movement and light. Each mark is intentional. Each splash, alive. ???? Booking open for custom watercolor designs—DM to begin. #OwlTattoo #WatercolorTattoo #ColorHarmonyInk #CustomTattooDesign #TattooArt #ContemporaryTattoo #InkAndArt #TattooCollector #TealAndGold #WatercolorStyle #BirdTattoo #ModernTattooArt #TattooAesthetic #NoOutlineTattoo #FineArtTattoo #NeoWatercolor #TattooInspo #TattooStudio #SkinArtistry #TattooOfTheDay #ColorTattoo #InkWork #MinimalTattoo #FlowStateInk #TattooMagic
2025-05-30
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“The Departure” I go—not for the road ahead, But from the words the living said; Their voices, sharp as rusted knives, Have carved away my waking lives. Their stares were gall, their thoughts a noose— And I, the ghost they let hang loose. They smiled with lips but not with soul, Each praise a lie, each jest a toll. Their truths were twisted, veiled and grim— A holy hymn to suit their whim. They saw not me, but some design— A shadow scrawled outside the line. My name, they wore with scornful jest, A weightless thing upon their breast. No kindness left, no tether drawn, No hearth to shield me from the dawn. Their words were ash, their hearts were stone— I learned to suffer all alone. And so, I turn from hollow mirth, To seek some softer edge of Earth; A place where silence is not scorn, And truth is not by judgment torn. No farewell spoken, none deserved— They lost the soul they never served. I leave—not weeping, not in rage, But with the calm of turning page. Let this be writ upon the air: He left because they didn’t care. And in some vale, where I’m unknown— I’ll build a life, at last, my own. #TheDeparturePoem #MarcusLund #tattooedpoet #myart #mywords #igers LeftBecauseYouDidntCare #GhostTheyLetHangLoose #WordsCutDeep #LeavingToSurvive #DarkPoetry #PoetryOfTheDay #PoetsOfInstagram #SpilledInk #GothicVerse #ModernPoetry #MelancholyPoetry #EmotionalWriting #PoetryCommunity #UnseenAndUnheard #SocialRejection #EmotionalAbuseRecovery #HealingThroughArt #MentalHealthAwareness
2025-05-22
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“The Etcher of Shadows” (Marcus Lundstedt) Beneath a lamp’s sepulchral glow, Where silent needles rise and flow, He dwells amidst the skin and ink— A solemn priest upon the brink. With sable eyes and raven hair, He marks the flesh with dark despair. Each line he draws, a whispered prayer For sins confessed through skin laid bare. He speaks not much, yet hears the cries Of ghosts behind his clients’ eyes. Their wounds he seals with coiled grace, A requiem etched on the face, Or arms that tremble with regret, Where memories and ink have met. In every curl and shade he weaves, Lie stories only night believes. He carves with skill both bold and bleak, The voiceless truths they dare not speak. A serpent coiled, a fading dove, A name once sworn in dying love. He knows the price of permanence, Of art that haunts the flesh’s fence. For in his ink, the soul’s exposed— Its secrets sleeved, forever closed. Yet still he draws, night after night, A captive to the needle’s rite. A silent bard with ghostly hands, Who brands the soul with shifting sands. No tomb nor book preserves so well The stories only scars can tell.
2025-05-11
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“Thanks for the Thorns” Goodbye, and thanks—for every stone, Each whispered name, each spiteful tone. For doors slammed shut, for backs turned cold, For all the lies so cheaply sold. Thanks for the sneers you thought would sting, The silence when I tried to sing. For every doubt you tried to plant— It fed a fire you said I can’t. Thanks for the rejections, harsh and plain, The mock applause, the growing pain. You shaped my stride, you honed my voice, You gave me grit—I made the choice. Thanks for the rumors, sharp and sly, For watching low and aiming high. Your judgment built my second skin, A tougher shell to bloom within. So here’s to you—my bitter muse, For every time you hoped I’d lose. I walk away with peace, not spite— You gave me shade; I found the light.
2025-05-09
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Another one… I’ve written both poems and short stories for years just for myself (it helps me) and never shared any of it to anyone. I’m sure most of my family doesn’t even know, butI feel the need to share my poetry for some reason now, i hope you enjoy my chimerical and conspicuous vocabulary. #SpokenWord #PoetryOfTheMind #NeurodivergentVoices #AspergersAwareness #AutisticPoet #DifferentNotLess #WithinMyQuietLantern #MentalHealthPoetry #PoetryWithPurpose #SeenInSilence #marcuslund
2025-05-04
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A Mind Apart (Marcus Lundstedt) In chambers dim where silence weeps, I dwell alone while the daylight sleeps— Not from disdain of mortal kin, But for the din that dwells within. Each glance, a blade; each word, a maze, Each crowded hour—a cursed haze. They dance their jests in social air, But I—estranged—am never there. No madness, no—though oft accused Of mind misplaced or soul confused; Mine is a world of sharpened sense, Where meanings bloom in pure suspense. The ticking clock, the shifting shade, The whispering breeze that thought has made— To you, but noise—to me, profound, Each echo has a shape, a sound. Their laughter lingers like a knell, Their gaze, a prison, not a spell— They ask me why I do not speak, But truth, when felt, makes language weak. I mimic masks and ape their mirth, But feel the hollow of that worth. For though I learn each cue and part, The script rings false inside my heart. Yet let none mourn this fate I bear, For in my mind—strange, vast, and rare— I see the world not as it seems, But dream through glass, and glass through dreams. In solitude, i find my way A mind apart, but not astray.
2025-05-04
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2025-05-04
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“Form is emptiness, emptiness is form.” (The Heart Sutra). This design captures the dance of opposites — fiery passion and calm depths, forever circling in harmony. Inspired by the grace of betta fish and the timeless symbol of yin and yang. Perfect for those who carry both fire and water in their spirit.” Custom design available — Please email your inquiry (with your best contact information) to foxandspyder@gmail.com or if you are local to Tampa Bay, please txt 813.4471994 with your contact details and name so we can contact you for availability #tattoodesign #tattooart #bettafishtattoo #yinandyangtattoo #colorfultattoo #aquaticart #tattooideas #tattooartist #fishsymbolism #balance #fireandwater #naturetattoo #customtattoo #tattooinspiration #artsyink #inkedart #tattoogram #tattoolovers
2025-04-26
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No one man is an island, but I’m a lost traveler on a planet that’s not mine own…
2025-04-25
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