I'm a admire of art
and
loving you
was my masterpiece.
The brush strokes
I couldn't
understand
painted
a beautiful picture.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
I fear that one day you will see me the way I see myself
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
I wonder,
If the sunrise ever looks down on our inhabitants,
And holds it's breathe as the beauty of life overwhelms even that of the sky
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Your words fly through like birds on the loose, they cut so deep like self afflicted abuse like being locked up for life and hanging yourself from a hand made noose, like everything you say has no meaning and is being reduced. How can you sit here and be exactly to the T for the exact reasons that you criticize me?
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
the simple knowledge that
you are
will nourish
the stony soul
wherein
my heart
takes tenuous
root
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
.
•my
arms point
to the sky•
a gesture
frozen in eter-
nity•un- fazed as
the clouds whisper a
lie• rumours of rain that
never came quickly• prickles
protrude menacingly •threaten-
ing all who would stray too close•
baseless gossip that masquerade
as pleasant- ry•to deviate me from
the path i chose•still i stand
here...duelling the sun
•in a land scorched
barren•search-
ing for hope
when there's
really none•
here i stand...
lonely and
drought
stricken•
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
Forget what they tell you
About being a masterpiece
You are not art
You are not stagnate beauty,
Nor were you created for the pleasure of others
You were not meant to be marveled at
by the simple minded
Or ridiculed for your every flaw
You are not art
You are wind
Sending chills through the bones
of those in your presence
You are fire
Spitting embers with a coal-coated tongue
You are water
A bubbling stream of euphoric laughter
No, you are not art
You are so much more
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
The weight of the darkness
poring into the lonely sole
Like a star suffocating in the night sky
I felt myself drifting away
deeper into the endless nightmare
that surrounds my world
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC
The future is a lie put in place by people who want to see us waste our time worrying about it
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
I wish we could go to sleep
and dream ourselves
into each other's arms.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC