I miss the drunks. The y3lling.
The inhalation of beer and cigarettes
Chased down by ego and godlessness.

How many times
hqve I written to this song,
and never heard beauty once?

Like the sweet pinch of a grapefruit,
before the sunset of sweat,
the same sunset that hailed warfare for boys.

I loved you so much once,
I still do, but you are like mist,
and  I am blind.

I miss backstabbers, creeps, catfish,
vampires, crows,
an angel.

When I was young I would screech down the hill
in my toy truck,
plastic chassis a powerhouse,
canary and howling,
I'd crash into the same cherry tree a million times.

Call me Avalanche.

Call me Indisputable.

Call me the Powerhouse.

Call me,
I missed you.

I hqve this dream of an art store/school. I want to sell art and supplies to help any artist of any age whether they be 5 or 100. I want the front to be the store and the back to be the school, and i want to teach a lot of forms of art like drawing and diy and crafts and writing and painting, but not a school with grade and anxiety a school with freedom, you just be you and whoever judges you gets kicked out, no wrong because your idea will always be right, thats my dream, now the question is, would you go?

Every day i want to scream my lungs out every person i face just leaves there darkness on me like taking a sharpie and drawing lins on your skin words will fade so will the scares but the pain they left you in feels like your not strong enought. The one i loved hqve left and abandoned me as time seems to lose all i can say if im tired i have no more strength to listen to words that have no meaning