the Artist's complexityexplore your soul and your hands will speakthe Artist's complexity5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
phrases will turn laces will burn
don't ask me how to live and learn
the difference? how am i supposed to tell?
between divine oblivion and frustration from hell
I dye my hair and my hair dies everyday
numb nails i paint ripped records i play
i paint my nails for fun, not my canvas.
Why don't you understand? It resembles one irritating, relieving, eternal cough.
The artist's complexity will always be a mystery.
(at least to You - not to Me)
Let's.Shall we draw on our brainsLet's.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until nothingness remains?
I'd selfishly cross out your beliefs and make me your saviour
Your saint of alcoholic autumn days and non-conformist behaviour
UntitledWe tried to climb the rainbow to view the world from aboveUntitled6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But your hands lost their grip when they longed back for earthly love.
So now I'm stuck here in the future, chewing on a dream
Raindrops dripping down my body in a never ending stream.
You don't seem to understand the ones that live tomorrow
The sky is thick, the air is thin, the clouds are filled with sorrow.
There's music in our dreams, and in our nightmares too.
When summer comes and wakes me up I will return to you.