I’m a roaming soul; don’t know where I’m going to go
Don’t want to give my heart to the city, don’t want to give you what it is I’ve got.
Because it’s the world sitting atop my shoulders
But I don’t want to give you what it is I got because this pain is all I’ve got
All I’ve got left over when the world ends
All I’ve got when the worlds hung me out to dry
Floating high out here in outer space,
Here where no one moves but the galaxies speeding infinitely away from me.

I hate those anti-artists.
Those ones who draw to be artistic,
The ones who try but fail to be a Van Gogh or Picasso,
Those men didn't try,
They were a work of art themselves,
Art isn't a hobby,
It's a lifestyle,
It's a passion, and point of existence for some. It's reason and resolution
Not a play thing,
You can't just be an art major,
You have to strive to be it,
Full blood and sweat and tears pouring ones heart into it,
I hate those who think art is hard, too hard,
And I can't stand those people who take art because it's supposed to be fun or easy…
Easy?
You think Michelangelo enjoyed painting on his back for months from dawn to dusk,
You think its fun to be broke from art supply expenses?
You think its cool to see things differently from everyone else? Or to be so socially awkward it's difficult to function in crowds
Being a artist is an emotional journey of self discovery,
And those brushes and paints help us along the way,
Our creative minds are so busy and potent and powerful that if we didn't draw we burst from all the ideas gathering up,
We explode!
So art is not what we do to get attention,
Its what makes us feel important and worthy inside,
Whether we get notice or not
And if God willing we will...

I just wanna be kissed by you,
Again,
Because when I did life made sense,
Not everything was so messy as they are now,
Life wasn't so scattered.
I didn't have a job or homework load as high as the mountains,
I just had you,
And that was all I needed,
Now,
I need that,
Thats all I need,
A kiss,
But not from just anybody's lips,
I wanna look up into your eyes and you automatically now that I need kissing badly,
And that feeling of knowing that life is gonna be ok and I'm gonna make it because someone else out there actually is fond of me even if I don't always look right, which is a rare occasion nowadays.
And when I'm bruised and hurt from a long day of useless work, it's ok because the warmth of your scrawny body is enough,
So just know I crave your mouth on mine,
Expressing affection that I need so **** badly,
I need more than air to keep my heart alive, for right now it's operating only on lies that boys keep trying to tell me,
"Your pretty, your perfect, your wonderful,"
In the back of my mine,
Why are they wasting my time when they barely know me…
But you know me so well, and when to kiss me, which i need right now
No matter how foolish or stupid that sounds,
I need you now
And those lips to tell me how much I matter

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?