Narcissistic. Addicted to yourself and your own image. In fact it’s not an addiction it’s an infection. A virus, airborne acquired and involuntarily digested. Morals live immortal and prevail over seething intentions, burning through veils of dreams suspended. Go get it. Freedom in expression. Bodies are prison for our souls, weakness floods that which is flawless. Trapped in a silent...
I’ve sewn my wounds shut I see perfection in lights You may forever be my mystery But you’ll never be my plight I think Therefore my life reflects I’m guided even when things seem amiss
“Every time I fall, I get up. Even when the place I’m falling is in love.” -me Is it because we have convinced ourselves that love is something you fall into that is to blame for why we find it equally acceptable to fall out? Does true love still exist, and if so, is it possible for it to vanish? In Love is a term we toss around too frivolously. Saying you’re in love...
Inverted expectations translate into daytime hallucinations, which scatter in the breeze of dusk falling upon me. Philosophies accumulate which in turn cause prophecies to call on me as I sleep, and I wake with perspective at dawn. I am not void of emotion, I simply practice detachment, understanding that even that which appears unfavorable often produces the best outcome.
“If you don’t have any shadows, you’re not in the light” -Lady GaGa I am a binary being, two sides competing. Both illicit. I understand now that the opposites are equal, as nothing is truly as good or bad as our misguided judgements would have them. I encounter you on this winding stairway. I am not capable of seeing what lies before us in our opposing directions, only...
Tragically vein Insanity trained I see something clearly Most can’t understand I call it the tragedy vain Unmask your sins Look deeper within End vanity Restore sanity End slavery There’s freedom in expression Don’t know how many times I’ve said it But we’re too scared to speak up Just trying to keep up I hope ‘the Joneses’...
I love you And as fear would have it I can’t decide if I should recoil or grab it Let this, my best thing, pass me by As I’ve grown I’ve learned how to take loss in stride Most only scratch the surface, you understand? Most only absorb what they can I’m quite closed off and they don’t have the patience Love isn’t tough to embrace Trust is For...
I have no memories of him, of course. I never even heard any stories because I remember the pain that would twist your face every time I asked, as if I had placed your hand on a flame. You and I were so tightly bonded that I felt the pain sometimes. It would make me ache to see you that way. So I simply stopped asking, in order to spare us both. He was you’re first love, I now know the...
Physical pleasure Physical pain Mentally lifted Mentally slain “fuck it” doesnt cover it No words to explain the numbness I never leave The confines Of my mind Im like a recluse A hermit in a shell I draw life in Observe and disect Some I digest And vomit whats useless
Eloquence and charisma Matched with Heinous intentions Are the birthplace of chaos And the scapegoat for submission To a lesser existence An avoidance of The responsibility of our duty To elevate our awareness And recognize the importance of equality
Your name is profane I cant speak it I hate when your right and I hate that my hatred inspires spite you delight and I squirm why are all of my lessons the hardest to learn who else would have a life like this? but I cant complain honestly im blessed but why are there so many complex tests? and here I am with no pen
“when someone says ‘you’ve changed’, it simply means you’ve stopped living your life their way”….. To love someone is to be witness and aide to their progression, not to box them in for your selfish comfort. I truly believe that the moment someones love takes hold of us, the art of letting go commences. We get too caught up in the comfort that person...
Your fate is not up for negotiation Sorrow will find you As will salvation Beginnings will come As will their ends And in the shadow of pain You will find progression Things are full circle Karma, Love and Life So theres no sense in running From that which you can’t hide
Love at first sight was the death of me I’m giving more than blood sweat and tears, I’m giving life reborn into your system as if I was absorbed orally Devoured actually So we unite and conquer Accomplished and appalled I swear I smell your sweat on me A piercing glance was the death of me In it, love didn’t linger It attacked me Everything I thought I knew It snatched...
“If you look closely, you’ll see what you’ve become….” -Lauryn Hill If we are all addicted to a substance I would say its aesthetic value. Cosmetic abuse. This search for self alteration, I feel, points to a self altercation. Inner conflict. And were all guilty. I’m not just talking nose jobs and butt shots. I’m talking tattoos, piercings, hair dye and...
Theres so much I dont understand about the world around me And so much they dont understand about me The lessons learned seem to expand into the space behind them As I gather my thoughts and try to collect The more I gain The heavier the knowledge becomes The more I know The longer and further this expansion Into vast illusion Consumes me And I become both More full and more hungry ...