light heals the places beneath my skin where shadows have cut me so deep that I bleed ghosts from my ancient past the face of a girl looks out from within the mirror of my soul, lost and found caught between selflessness and sin wishing she could fall in love with some fallen angel, nurse his broken wings back to life with kisses and melodies that haunt them both desire sits on her shoulder like a whisper or a dream waiting for a chance to quietly enter her heart and build its home in her hands
Took a break from work, Decide to write a poem And I thought of you... In blankets, LOoking for a song,
You're living in a fascinating world Where the languages are different But the people are selfish and Lost at sea Torn apart at the seams
The poem's page is torn into pieces The message is still on the phone As a text I have 12 minutes Before I take you to pieces Look at your ashes They all burn to seamless Floating on the breeze Dusty windows at the yellow dawn Of green day Of ******'s release
"Be a man," keep them out noisy Irishmen break the fight with Italian stilettos from the shop of the British. Irishmen you'll be done when we’re done with ya. But stay in your country.
I've grown tired, This is getting heavy. My body may be young, But my soul, The part that is ME, Is old. It is ancient. It has risen, And it has fallen just the same.
But what it hasn't done yet, Is finished living.
This past year I grew a lot, I've been working a lot more on my art and I feel that I've grown closer to a lot of my friends, however I've also had some setbacks with being sorta unmotivated and experiencing art block more and more often. But heres to 2019!
We shared the same ancient tree. Heard the first chirping of the morning birds on our tree branch. And saw nightingale's lament on the red rose beneath our nest. Blooming upon a dew is yet unfathomed by the sea. We know it because together we once touched its bottomline!
Deep from the bottom this pristine sorrow we know it from time ago. Then when I sighed intended to make a noise splashing out a cloud off the sorry sea. But instead of groaning out to the lotus pool beneath the sky. It always rained down sweetwater back to the earth. Because every destined grief deep down is filled with nectar!