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Like a true nature’s child, we were born. Born to be wild.
This is my latest drawing that started as a self portrait, and went on a journey of its own.
Born in fire Son of the sun Son of a God shining brighter than the stars But you’re the only star I see Burning holes in my eyes Heating my insides I just can’t seem to Keep cool around you.
A ghost of smokey souls Let’s mix and melt in your pool Boiling at my frosty heart Crystal fleeting from my veins And tinder sparks for our bonfire hearts Let’s set this love ablaze
Spilling Lines
You don't understand, but you should. You're silent, but I need to hear your screams Over mine Calling and stalling while you hold your breath You don't feel it. Feeling static like a ball with no kicker Or a clock with no ticker Spilling lines, feeling down all the time Up your dosage, up your chances Of making me sick to see your face You don't understand, but you should Understand that you're sucking the energy right out of my hands From my grasp you hide the tethered emotions. Notions that someday soon things will come to an end.
If a Virgo was a drug they would be Adderall. It gives you a strong sense of concentration, and Virgos usually have a strong ability to focus all their energies into tasks. They may end up feeling agitated or anxious sometimes because their mind always seems to be on overdrive. They are fastidious with an excellent eye for detail, and they typically have a tolerance for tasks that requires repetition.
This is funny.
Thursday was my 21st birthday and this weekend had proven several impacting things. Through stressful times, the ones you love will always shine through. We’ve lost a lot, but gained so much in perspective. And I’ve really let myself open up to new possibilities and new friendships. buriedinleaves, ganjareaper, holycrimes, entrophe It’s a beautiful mess, but shared with beautiful people.
Fun hangz by the fire. I sit in wonder, feeling like some warped wire. Eyes stare back at me across the room. All along every curve and tangle in the wallpaper you so purposefully placed. Mixed feelings follow the sad blues and vibrant hues. It’s laced. It’s poison seeps in all too conscious in its stream All the while my eyes glazed and gleam. I’ve lost that part of me that had any sort of control Once the flowers start to dance and notice the picture as a whole We become more self aware to the fun house mirror of a life While the fire reflects something distant in the strife When we contemplate the right and wrong and the depth of the universe This is the new generation, and we decide things and our bodies cursed Sweeps and scraps across the night to cleanse our soul slowly The brush burns, it twists and turns into more than unholy.
Sometimes I wonder if you speak my tongue, and who really rubs mine right.
Do you drink to forget? Or do you drink to remember?
holycrimes
You should join our gang in the garden. Sacrifice your friends, we should be your only friends
She was the last piece I bought, since the cops took all the others. But she's by far my favourite bowl. Her name is Sydney Elizabeth. And so I put Holy Ghost! (my favourite band) on repeat and sucked my stash dry with Syd.
Drew this for a friend. I've never really tried my hand at drawing, I always only considered myself an artist of words.
I'm trying to draw something for each of my friends. 2 down.
I Have A Dream...
And that is to trip balls with someone/some people and tie-dye the shit out of some clothes, paint on whatever we call a canvas, write poems and songs and sing-alongs, just turn into Andy Warhol faries and creatures of the night. Let's get creative, people.
Cigarettes around a Campfire
There’s seven billion people in the world. There’s 300 million Americans in this country. And 10 million fuckers in the god-forsaken state. But there’s something about you, out of the millions and billions that surround me. You have this aura that attracts me in ways beyond my five senses can fathom. I tell myself a hundred times a day, these fancy clichés, to try and create a happier alternative. While you understand the physics behind what truly makes this 4,000 mile wide Mother Earth go round. You like downers, while I pull up any chance I get. You’re the yin to my yang. Let’s mix and melt together into something far beyond grey. No colours can match your smile and that spark in your eyes that burns like a bonfire in my heart. So let’s gather around the campfire to sing silly songs and smoke silly things. Let’s eat something a little funny and see what the night brings. There’s an empty seat to my right. Will you be my left-hand man just for tonight? I want you to leave your worry at the door, there’s no room for that here. Another cigarette while you drink your beer. Let’s talk about how our paths crossed, if they’ll connect again, or if they might have to part. But before we do, just give me a little longer to cherish this night in my heart.
A trippy write.
28 June 2014
We just all need more of that "don't give a fuck" attitude. What does anything matter if you can change your entire life around? You are in control, not some blue guy with twelve arms, or Jesus Fucking Christ. Feel the friction from the warm Play-Dough glide across you hands, fingers, edges, and curves melting into the life in your dreams. Home is where the heart, spirit, and soul dance and grind to the groove of your own heartbeat. With the body of nomad, never tied down to worry or getting stuck in a rut. If it's not what makes you happy, it wasn't meant to be. Pack up, and move on. No need for guilt, just no wasted time when you could be improving yourself. Or, snorting Molly.
X,
Night