Sunday, November 30, 2014
Friday, November 28, 2014
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Uses of the Used
Dip me in your most vivid pigments. Pull me across your whitest canvass. Let me tell my story this time. And then, next time, I think you should create me. Define me with subtle textures and brilliant strokes. Bring me to life because you're the only one in this world who cam really do me any justice at all.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Sending Love
Darling, I love you so much more than words can ever say. I don't think you understand that art is part of a persons' heart and that there are no colors or shapes that can do that any justice. You just don't get that the lyrics I mouth are telling you exactly how I feel when I actually sing to you, you just laugh at me and shrug it off even though they are the closest answer you will ever get as to how I am doing or what is bothering me today.
Darling, I love you so much more than you are prepared for.
Monday, November 24, 2014
As the Tempest Believes
Oh angel, I hate this sensual pen I always catch it loving illumination the way pressed flowers love to sail in the wind. Never wishing itself beauty because it's never broken, bled, or cried a day in it's whole life. Oh angel, I hate this sensual pen for never drawing back it's silence or saying a for damn thing worth the light of day.
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Best Friends' Fallout
" Can you tell that I have been crying?" I asked you with a fake smile beginning to form.
"Yes, but you're still more beautiful than anyone else out there." You smiled as you wrapped your safe arms around me.
"Thank you," I whispered staying as close to you as I could.
"You're welcome. your world may fall down, I may yell at you, they may not like you at school or work, you may hate yourself, but I will always know that you deserve more than any of that. So I will always love you with everything I have. I hope someone better can come along and treat you like the royalty you should be," you whispered almost silently as I began to fall asleep.
Friday, November 21, 2014
Drunken Darling Goes Roar
Softly whispered dreams dance along milky pages as you drag your darkest pains across the faint lines echoing stories you never thought you would tell anyone. Tears on the sleeve of an unrecruited dreamer recording mix tapes for someone too young to understand. Dreaming becomes poetry and friendships solidify to love. I'll listen to you until time takes my hearing. I'll believe in you until Death himself dies. I'll be your number one fan forever and always.
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