l put down the words
all lies?????

Maybe the paper wont understand the feelings
Or its the fear that even poetry could know my story

its all hidden in between the lines
And in the letters l find my solace

Can l find my true safe heaven on pen and paper?
its all an illusion, nothing gets better

Maybe it all comes down to being emotionless
Am l unhuman????? NO

My heart is just too big to store everything
Originally it was meant to pump blood but that changed

Why it never pops all the feelings or get tired? idk
its still a mystery

Even l want to know when l can finally break free
for now its safe to say its nature...……..

you say you’re not a poet but
with a girl like that,
how could you speak
anything less than
the stars?
-a.c.b

Art speaks words unheard,
   The feelings paints pictures unseen.
       It is beauty and drastic ideas combined
      A mix of pleasure and pain
      All experiences add a different taste
        Rough edges and smoothness entwined.
Touch it and fall into a dream
The artist lived and lives within.