Shells of hideousness conceal shattered beauty.
That's what I was going for!
And I'm really happy you like it, Vicky.
BlindlyBlindly People see what they are told.
No MotionNo Motion I’m searching for stillness in time…
Food For ThoughtFood For Thought Remember, a three legged dog still has three good legs to lose.
MutteringsMutteringslet me tell you:you inspire me to be better at writing.to create things that stick to the psychelike blackstrap molasses in the folds of yomari.you make me want to unfold the pagesof my memory banks--and i'd pay anything,to remember more of my tales to tell.just to have one more story to sale.to analyze the creases in my palms,just to find another way to tell people,that my re(a)d palms are a symbol of my grip being cracked.doubting existenceand lack of jurisdiction.even my words lack the convictionof the law,but I'll still turn myself inand be arrestedfor a lack of a confession.Father's eyes begin to eclipse my sorrow,distrust and misfortune foreshadow my futureas if in my hands lay a slain sparrow.under his eagle eyeI ask him to spare me hope,spare my life,and spare my soul.but you cannot swallow sin.so I just wallow in this hollow tinmasquerading as my ribswith the cloud of a swallowsitting over my head.writing until my knuckles
Leave Them In SpaceLeave Them In Space Stars have never roamed red carpets.
ChrysanthemumChrysanthemum Last night, I dreamt of us.We were together on a mountaintop,I was sitting on the edge,With my legs dangling above the bottomless pit,With a lone, white chrysanthemum in my hand as I pull the petals from the stem.While you were standing above me, looking on, languidly,None of us wanting to say anything,My own mental battle sewing my lips to one another,Unable to speak,While you were probably trapped within your own mental depths;In my mind, I was debating between venting and jumping,Simply over the fact I didn’t know what that look was in your eyes,But I think that’s probably the point, that we’re no longer of the same kind,Maybe I changed into something I’m unaware of, maybe you were the one to transform,But I don’t get the same feel of what used to be,This is foreign to me,An unapologetic feeling of extreme apathy,And that is the unfortunate reality of this situation,No matter how long
What Does Love Look Like?What Does Love Look Like? I often think about love.I think about the shapes and forms it takes on.And I believe it is all around us, even when humanity isn’t. What does love look like?It looks like the sunlight,Rays that shine through the clouds,Eternally keeping you warm and bright. What does love look like?It looks like death;The dwindling of the physical embodiment.Your hands may never hold each other’s again…But the souls of true lovers will never fade, true love has no end. What does love look like?It looks like the tide of a sea.The way it flows in and away,Then back again.Love is a like a tide that always returns back to the shore,Because it cannot stay away for too long before it returns back to her.
DespotismDespotism she is a bird sitting, teetering ona power line becauseone way or another, she figuresthe best way to enda storyis a big bang.He is a fish swimming, traversing along,Against the crashing tide becauseHe figures he can defy the law one or way or another,And the best way to beginIs to finish the endBefore he's stuck in her talons.though she is made of feathersand bones and she is still weightless enoughto take to the currents of air,she is powerlessagainst the waves his actionsmake, and she is so easily swept away thatshe thinks her body might as wellbe made of stones.He could tell she was astounded by his ocean,By the place he calls home to.He welcomed her to the lowest depths of it,She couldn't resist the deepest blue of the marine,Nor the glitter of his fishscale,And the place he called heaven,Eventually became this bird's hell.her eyes were always thesize of jupiter when he was aroundbecause she was fascinated withthe way he move
I Don't Need Riches (Wealthy Spirit)I Don’t Need Riches (Wealthy Spirit) I don’t ask to drown in riches,I ask for wealth of spirit.
Train WreckWeare adisasterjust waiting tohappen; but I’m on the edge of my seat.
Bitlets 78Capitalism is paying full priceFor donuts with holes in them.
EmbraceSky Bridge -Horizon's endmeets earth.
Six Word SermonLove is not a raised fist.
Airhead (Oxymoron)Empty-headed.But so full of himself.
Someday, FreedomFirst crack in my glass wall.
SerpentSerpent Cut your grass before you’re bitten.
HonestlyHonestly The truth will never fade away.
The Perfect DayThe Perfect DayWhat a perfect day...The wind Gently brushing my faceThe sounds of serenity all around meMy skin feels the sun's warm embraceI walk along the water's edgeAdmiring it's captive beautyThe clear blue waves crashing down at my feetBrings a feeling of Acceptance to meI feel so at peace,With clear blue skies overhead,And with this sense of pure tranquility,My mind is truly at ease and I feel more than blessedI watch the children play gleefullyTheir minds so pure and innocentAll the troubles of yesterdaySeem so easy to forget.And at least for today, I'm not in any painBecause this day has the makings of a perfect oneI can relax and enjoy the comforting scenes of this amazing day,Simply laying back and enjoying this moment; the sand and the sunAs the sun meets the horizonIn such a beautiful correlationIt was such a perfect dayBut the night was no exception.It's now after dark and this perfect day is coming to a closeAnd as I lay in my cozy bed, a
WithdrawnI paint my fingerprints red,for courage; panics coalesce,and regret stains my handshake.
Ingredientsletters, words,sentences,punctuation,paragraphs,may contain one or moreof the following:ideas,feelings,nonsense.
Art Creates the SelfWith my words,I will carve myselffrom this marble prisonuntil I am beautifuland free.
Distant TravelAbsent.Far away.Travelling soul.Home.
Twist of FateExpectant hopes.Shattered dreams.Born sleeping.
Childhood MemoriesFingers stained like the darkest sky.
A light definition of soulSoul's like fire:oxygen-transcended matter.
.Your promises turnme bitter like black coffeeI crave sweeter lies
Last WordsLast words are wonderful first impressions.
ShellsShells Shells of hideousness conceal shattered beauty.