I gotta get all this outta my system
My brain is just blisterin
I cannot contain all of this pain
I just turn into a plastic surgeon
Cut out my dreams I cut out my fight
but i'll be damned if i let you cut out my light
you know that it's not right
all of the guilt
all that you feel
I'm just...
This is for the writers here
Your pen lights a flame across the pages you ink
You've got the ability to make busy minds stop and think
Your inner beauty fills the virtual spaces
Enough to make us read a description and see the character faces
Your continuity of spontaneity ignites all that is...
I walk through the old broken down house that lies there until time takes it completely. Overgrowth made itself comfortable on the inside away from the harsh weather outside. The once vibrant walls are cracked and peeling with spots of mud from the days of rain that trickled down. The...
It was a hot day, my chapped lips and sun-kissed skin were sending painful reminders of it.
I sat there with the wind kicking up dust that lashed against my face, almost as if mother-nature was spitting on me. My brain was fried and all I could do was stare at the ground. I had been looking at...
Carbon Monoxide and Silence
I think one of the loneliest experiences is that of absolute silence
I think more than anything Carbon Monoxide and Silence have the most in common
You can't see, taste, or smell Carbon Monoxide
So when you ask the question, what is silence?
And attempt to answer it...
Dear Art,
I love you and I always will
You treat me right and leave me fulfilled
I think I'm beginning to understand
Why an artist must love misery
From the farthest shores of sand
To the highest forces of ministry
Art will never leave
Art will never hurt me
I am never alone
When I have art
For...
The endless sky, on and on
I meet its gaze and move against the gravity
So long does it reach until my interest is gone
I can feel the weight, its pull
I break free time and time again
This question of mine comes to all of us in the end
Do we push on and on never a doubt?
Do we break the...
The waves wash to shore soundlessly
In and out they go, no particular rhythM
And at the bottom I rest, blissfully
There is no other place like mY place
Except only where life began
The silence breaks and I awake
Flung up to the surface I teeter and toil
Like a boat thrasHing against the sEa...
There is so much pain and so little words, the ones who would listen are few. When pain is a lifestyle and you feel like you're drowning - no life preserver to save you. This is the Silent Sorrow and an old friend; I keep hearing it's whispers and the cold, gentle embrace of its presence. I keep...