today i don’t hate my face
today the sky is pink and perfect
today i am loved and in love
today i like my body
today i wore a bikini
and people were present
today the little voices telling me i was not worth it were duller
today the fear was less
today i took two steps forward
and only one step back
today i stayed alive
today is another day
but today i survived
which means today will
become yesterday, tomorrow will become today,
yesterday becomes a century ago.
today i survived
so as i look to the sky
now purple and glorious,
i will breathe
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 6:32 PM UTC
princess nokia blasts
shakespeare sits in my hand
tommy hilfiger jeans
and instagram aesthetic account
i am
dressed like a 90s mom
but feeling like a thirteen year old gen z ****
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
song lyrics
they are the thread
linking the artist and the listener
aren’t these song lyrics?
they have the beat
the melody
the introspective touch
the words that twist
this is the
intertwined hands
the
breath before the kiss
the
subconscious blink
the
flowers tied in pink
the
rhymes
the
rhythm
the beat to which
our hearts drum
we create our own beat
we are all
song lyrics
we have a rhythm
we are the rhyme
we make the beat.
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC
this is my art
i present it to you all
SANS SERIF
clearly stating the emotions
hidden under layers
a metaphor
a simile
idiom
alliteration
words thatteachers throw atme to absorblike a sponge
“it’s ur art¡”
“ur own «Iîn†érP®´e´†å†iøñN« “
i like art
it fills the holes that were once numb with feeling.
A
R
T
T
R
A
look at this creation.
all over the place.
i like crying to kahlids saved
i like laughing to jon hughes ferris buellers day off
i like watching
reading
listening to
singing
writing
creating
experiencing
Art
this piece of art.
it’s messy. ive put too few or too many s p a c e s . ive seriously f,u.c/k!E'd up my grammar. Ive used slang and Incorrect™ spelling. my fonts are sometimes hard to read and I haven’t even Began to think about using colour. My english Teecher would hate this.
this piece of art; is a mess
and isn’t it Beautiful
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
i cant stop thinking about you
| you’re all i’m thinking about|
i cant stop wishing you were here
|every time i see a shooting star|
youre all that i need
|youre the sun, the sky and sea|
youre my cliche unrequited love
oh yes youre my cliche unrequited love
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:46 AM UTC
Hey guys sorry i haven’t been active recently!
|i havent been active because i have no motivation|
I’m so excited to show y’all my new content!
|everything i make is overlooked and unloved|
I hope you guys enjoyed this cover!
|they hate it already|
Make sure to Like and Comment for more!
|theyve already scrolled past it. i’m just another post on their home page|
I’m so grateful for all of my followers!
|the few that i have only follow me out of pity|
I’ve been going through a rough patch at the moment so thanks for all the support!
|nobody cares|
Here’s a drawing of @popular.artist and @talented_musician !
|ill never be as talented. ill never have as many followers|
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|im not worth it|
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
Sipping on green tea
My lips blaze like fire
Your hands trace circles
On my thigh
It’s magic
It’s mystery
Kindness is rare
In situations like these.
Threaded through smiles
And small words.
Sipping on green tea
Fingers entwined
Like roots of a tree
I want to stop time
In this moment
Of magic
Of mystery
Seated by a fire
Holding hands
Holding
Tea cups made of china
Fragile as my heart
Misery seeps through
Cracks in the walls
But we cover it
With clouds of laughter.
Sipping on green tea
Feelings left
Discarded on the floor
This moment so pure
It’s magic
It’s mystery
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC
i can still smell it
kind of like musk sticks
kind of like black tea.
in my plaid shirt i sit
i drink tea
and eat musk sticks.
i play guitar
and dream of clouds.
i wish for you again.
i wish for your scent.
kind of like musk sticks
kind of like black tea.
i wish for your voice
sweet like honey and mylk.
i wish for your touch
leaving blazing trails of goosebumps.
in my plaid shirt i sit.
i like the quiet when im there.
its almost like you’re back.
kind of like musk sticks
and black tea.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
im crying
tears stain my blotched cheeks
your hands are the only thing
i want
i need.
your hands are the only things
i can’t have.
why do i do this?
why can’t i be okay?
maybe,
if you held me,
i wouldn’t be this way.
im crying
my head is nothing but a weight
crushing my neck.
my hands are useless
waving and shaking
longing for your touch.
if only you were here
if only you loved me
as i love you
maybe,
maybe,
i wouldn’t be crying
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
i want to go to san fransisco
i want to see the world.
there’s a fire burning
in my heart
and i want to see where it goes.
i want to be happy
i want to be okay.
and i’m going to get there,
no matter what.
help myself to stand,
buy my own ticket,
fly away.
let my troubles melt
like candle wax.
i want to go to san fransisco
i want to see the world.
there’s a fire burning
in my heart.
and i’m following it.
all the way.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC