We all have our ritualsMine just include something between my lips andSomeone on theMine just include my addictionsSubstances and peopleLife is too short to think of it as evilTo be scared of the easelDrugs feel like a break, and everyday is tiringDrugs make me feel like a painting, without evenTrying
I don’t get carried away by momentsJust by menAnd the feeling I get When Im thinking of themMoments are magicWhen I’m not aloneThis bedroom feels magicWhen its not my ownAnd when it is.
Small adjustments and fixes
I have done everything I canTo make sure this is the room that feels rightI like situations to be perfectSmall adjustments and fixesIt’s not as easy when I’m not alonePeople dont like it when I tell them what to doThey aren’t figurines out of a comic bookWith bodies that I can manipulateSmall adjustments and fixesBut…
Talk to me
I want all the unsaid things to be conversationsBut the words hurt to leave my lipsUnreadBut hoping my eyes say moreInsteadI sit here quietlyAloneDreaming all these memories in my headThat I didn’t haveWhy are words so much harsher than soundsI wish my ideas were out loudI wish my feelings could echoI wish myself could be…
The roses I never sent herWill now have died.Or maybe they were never cutAnd they’re flowering into a bush.Maybe they were all readyAnd just sent to someone else.The roses I sent a strangerWe’re they even ever mine?But they feel like an artefactThat were only to me What I envisioned them to beThe strangers celebrating loveBut…
Watch me foldWithout my earphonesThe life drains from my iris-esWatch me succumb to the dismay of lifeWithout my music I am nobodyBut with a soundTrackTo BackThe movieI am someoneI am everyoneI am a movie starI am the only oneWho thinks this muchI am meUnapologetic-allyadvice, art, blog, depression, empowerment, happy, health, life, love, mental, mentalhealth, music, poem, poet, poetry, positive, positivity, spokenword, women, word