Stupendous ideas and inspiration filling the canvas with my brush
To present it in front of the unknowing crowd watching with sorrow, courage or lush
It is not the painting which the artist considers his exposition
No, its the lies of which the viewer claims its meaning and conviction.
To put on an act and say ‘Aye, keen eyes that is indeed as intended’
Agreeing with all of the interpretations, no matter how wild or splendid
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 10:00 PM UTC
When God created man, he did so by creating Adam in his own image
How could the devil sway Adam and Eve if they were created from God’s own visage?
Is it sin if our creator could fall for the same blasphemous deeds?
Ask yourself if every flower blooms as pretty because they come from the same seeds
Jun 5, 2024
Jun 5, 2024 at 1:35 PM UTC
Throughout my life as a hopeless romantic I’ve seen the many ways of affection
And here I realize that when I see those many cliché ways, I end up in perplexion.
Because each time I give my heart to those I care for, I think I do something in an “unique” way
Only for me to realize I’ve been doing and romanticizing the cliché
May 26, 2024
May 26, 2024 at 7:47 PM UTC
Drinks, drinks and more drinks down my throat
To feel some sort of nausea like I’ve been rocking on a boat
Just for the moment of absolute alcoholic rejoice
To dance, jump and yell out every bit of your voice
To be like some sort of euphoric paradise
The pain of it faded away is for later to realize
Jun 21, 2023
Jun 21, 2023 at 9:26 PM UTC
Imagine a future which feels like it’s written down ahead of time
An experience that’s without the price of coin or dime
To live through true joy that takes your breathe away
Satisfied on a storming winter or that one summer’s day
To fall asleep with your eyes locked together and to wake up to the same
Discussing where you’ll live and thinking of your child’s name
To imagine seeing you walk down the isle in gowns and me in a suit
I am sorry and will never forget you, my Dragon’s Fruit
Jun 18, 2023
Jun 18, 2023 at 10:10 PM UTC
When dinner is ready I can hear him walking
If I get a plate he’ll come after me, stalking
Enters the room, then stares and sniffs
Bit on some clothing he knows isn’t his
But still I will miss you when I get home
Or if you’ve been good boy, there won’t be a bone
Cause the room will be empty just like your dog bed
And I hope that you know that you were the best pet
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 7:59 PM UTC
You know that I do got that depression
You Did not give reason, I accept your concession
And let me be clear I did learn my lesson
But it’s like I’m the only one who’s confessing
We all made mistakes but you said it’s alright
But then you start yet another fight
Just cause you’re crying does not mean you’re right
And I’m still a human who cries when it’s night
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 3:45 PM UTC
Decisions are like leaves of a tree
Some are good and others bother me
They are fed by the rains of emotion
And the winds of relations but them in motion
After a little, a couple will fall
But even after a while, a few remain of the all
The winds of relation might blow them away
None of those good or bad leaves will stay
But then again, they might regrow
How many good or bad, you will never know.
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 7:03 AM UTC
I sit upon my throne and stare
Looking at the empty hall with no care
Memories of cheers and excitement
And then I only had indictment
They blamed me for the faults that occurred
Traitors amongst my ranks who had it stirred
The price I have to pay for those I trust
Keep their words they must.
But no, they don’t. I see them running out
My Kingdom a Blaze and I’m with no doubt
And for whoever wants to be the king
Be prepared for what troubles those who say they’re loyal will bring
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 8:11 PM UTC
The sweat streaming down my eye brow
Looking at the arrow in my ankle that was shot by Paris' bow
Oh my briseis, please don't cry
My shield and spear are always yours as i point it at the sky
Zeus, you have blessed me with immortality but oh i am cursed
All my life i've been killing men for another's thirst
Finally my chains have been broken, i can breathe
This cold feels nice, my sword at last in it's sheath
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 4:00 AM UTC