to each experience, for without them there would be no words.
Influenza... sounds so much more serious when you call it that. Well this is day three of my first experience with the flu. It's odd... because you know you're not dying. But then your throat swells and you can't breathe through your nose and you think 'if i fall asleep... how will I breathe??' Maybe …
After a storm there is always a stillness A time to live in retrospect, To recollect old memories and old thoughts There is a calm, that comes after a disaster, fleeting and mesmerizing A smile through broken frowns, A peace of mind in moments of spinning dizziness There is a wave that breaks, close to …
Every artist has a feed of inspiration... I do my best creating when I am inspired. Usually my losses inspire me, but I have met a new kind of loss. I have met the loss of my muse. A few things made me buzz in the months prior. I had met something in my life …
Take me to the ocean floor Crash over me Take me where we've been before Over and over again Bring me to the edge of the world Rain over me Take me with my toes curled Tell me it will never end Captivate me, make me inspired Come over me Pull me into your deepest …
Crickets in my ear And a sky so clear With a cool breeze That smells of salt seas With the dead bolt turned My stomach churned An image of that face In all it's adulteress grace With big sad eyes Looking up to clouded skies And parted lips Kissed your fingertips Well here I am …
Misery and artistry have been partnered hand in hand for centuries. Whether it is the most optimistic of creators, or an artist who has been plagued with depression their entire life, it seems as though every true artist has experienced one thing - true misery.This is not to say the misery was long lived, defeating …
Baby will take me downtown Kiss me while there's Motown Blasting in my ears Tell me I'm beautiful Make me number one Or just another one Added to the notch on your belt Talk to me slowly Make up pretty lies Until I tell you you're the best Cause are you mine? No, but that …
Grunge rock and roll, on a blue orchid night Where I laid in the grass, slid a cigarette in between my teeth Wondered where you were, And touched the ground beneath me Pulled that old flannel over my shoulder, my eyelashes met each other. While I sat there listening, to the silly little birds, Just …
I was told to let go To leave my vulnerabilities at the door So I did And you picked them up When you walked in Shoved them in my face Then kissed them all away I kept the flowers in my hair, You said you liked them there Showed me your demons Worn loosely on …
We dance in circles around ourselves, Perpetually taking serious matters lightly as we take ourselves too seriously We wander, and take risks But always come back to what's familiar. Our voices echo, in rooms with hidden secrets and our soft skin is betrayed by us with sunshine and cigarettes, alcohol and eyeliner. Our singing is …
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