I Paint.
Not on a canvas of course
My hand shakes much too much for that
No
I paint in my head.
Masterpieces
Shimmerring towers of impunity
Castles of future conquests and quests.
I paint everything.
I paint you
You're a lot nicer in my paintings
Maybe I'm just a good painter.
Anyway
These paintings are so realistic
So vivid.
So lifelike.
I see no reason why they should not exist
Because for one I am a great printer.
And for two I am realist.
So I set forth with my brush
Set upon bringing my art to life.
And I am always so close
The broad strokes each stringing together in a cohesive tone.
But still
If you approach it like a Monet
And examine it dutifully
You see it does not match my original masterpiece.
But how is this possible?
I am a great painter
This I know.
Shouldn't I be able to bring my simplest machinations into fruition?
I am a painter sure
If you belive that an architect is a construction worker
I am a painter
But I only build frames
Not Buildings
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
January’s woman melts the snow.
February’s woman is good to go
March she blows like the wind
Aprils woman is sad then warmingly glad
May the shackles are off
June in bed till noon
July love on the beach
August same woman, roll on september
September’s woman is petite and coy
October is comfort and joy
November’s woman is fireworks, this is the one
December’s woman is ice cold, she’s just found out what i've being doing for the last eleven months and wants a divorce.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
In another world, I am happy
In this world, I am sad
In another world, I am good
In this world, I am bad
In another world, I am smart
In this world, I am stupid
In another world, I am lonely
In this world, I've been struck by cupid
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
The sun shines brightly outside my window
I wish to run outside and play
But sadly, I am still trapped
Yerning for when I can sing again
Hoping for what may never come
Why must I be here
Trapped in this room
Forever waiting to to roam
I wish to be free without a leash
Holding me back
When can I leave this place
WHY must I be here
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
Friends?
I used to have some
Gilfriends?
Never
Bullies?
Often
I hope to one day
Have have friends of great quality
A girlfriend as true as god
A bullie of no such exsistnce
For as long as i daydream
the only thing to worry of
is bullies
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
I stood there, waiting
But nothing came
I called out through town
no answer came back
I looked through each block
not a footstep to be seen
I sat down and cried.
no hand came to comfort me
As i look around now, i realize
no one can save me from the hell inside
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
The shell I found on the shore
has a spatkle in its core.
It glitters and gleams from dawn to dusk,
and gives me hope when I'm out of luck.
All my friends say it's horrid and plain,
They look at my face only to complain,
About having a shell lacking beauty,
And every night i'd cry in fury.
So one day I decided to break my best friend.
From the start i could see, it was hard to do,
for no matter how hard i hurled it to the ground,
There was no shattering sound
I threw it far,
yet it had no scar.
i threw it away,
and id find it on my tray
I looked inside only to find,
the same glitter that gave me hope so many a time.
I knew what i did was wrong,
suddenly all my rage disappeared
and hope filled my soul.
The shell i found on the shore,
Has a small sparkle in its core.
It glitters and gleams from dawn to dusk
and gives me hope when im out of luck
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
The perfect boy.
Always at your side,
Comforting you as you cry.
He'd listen to your boring stories
But never would complain.
He wouldn't let your heart be broken
By ruthless "friends" and enemies,
All because he loves you.
So when you meet your perfect boy,
Dont let him leave.
For there are very few
Who will love you as he wil.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
It's been two weeks
Two weeks since I last saw her
I can still see her clearly
But it is not the beauty of her that I see
It is the love and the good that is in her heart
It's been three weeks
Her image is fading
I wish I had said something on my last day
Even a hug, anything more than goodbye
But now is to late
for I have now gone
Gone far away
I wish I could chose
I wish I could stay
It's been four weeks
All I remember of her is nothing but a blur
I thing this is it
I shall never remember her
The only thing left
Is her name
Lingering in my head
Teemaeh
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
There is this girl I met
I think I love her
Maybe she likes me Maybe not
I asked her to a movie
She said yes
I was late
That *****
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC