Your face full of pain
My eyes aching in rain
It's not lust it's pure trust
Knocking at the door
My heart hides
My mind full of obscene feelings and truth
Just leap through to the other side
A clogged heart
A dragonfly in the night flying in circles
As cinema strange soothes my mind
Clapping monkeys turn in to turtles that slowly unclog the fogginess of an unshaped heart
Running to and fro
Can't hide beneath the mausoleum floor
Bricks to cover
Bamboo to protect
Lost in this developing epiphany
(Doesn't make sense? Good that's the point. My obscure poetry it's in my genes thank you papa)!
DIA IS PLAYING IN SANTA ANA! All female tribute band to DIO
April 16, 2014, 01:07:am
My friends are playing again and it's going to be amazing! You don't want to miss it!
$8.00 good music and celebrating Malti's birthday! It's going to be a super special show you don't want to miss!
This is 21+
My friend Sarah is an artist as well as filming and photographing events. I bid you to take the time to look through her art. She's assisted famous rockstar photographer James Emberly.
Have any questions feel free to post here or messages me. When you've looked at her art let me know what you think or if you're interested in any of her stuff.
Here's the link http://www.sarahsfantasyart.com
Why I will never know
Tears are just falling out of my eyes and I don't know why.
Laying in the dark in solace
It all came back.
I haven't been able to process the pain
I didn't want to acknowledge that you were actually gone
But I am broken inside and I am hurting badly
It's been over three months since you decided to leave this world
Oh it hurts so fucking much
It's killing me
I am mourning now .....
This soul’s malaise's seeds were sown in my youth, buried deep in black soil with overgrowth, until adulthood's wind storms and rains uncovered their ground to give rise to insanity and thoughts of endings..
Such obsessions are unnatural to human nature and most living things, but the abused heart is ripe for germination of such painful ideals.
The greatest injustice will be that of many sufferers like myself, the lacking appreciation of the performance of a normal life to all viewers of this garden play, it is the great secret known only to the other than..
For the torment is hidden from mortals view, but the agony is corporeal as it is subliminal, for the plays curtain call draws near, even as friends and lovers lose interest in the story.
The actor bows his last time, but he shall never rise again...
The thick cloud of despair hangs over me,
Thoughts are black of my future dim,
But why do I think so? ~ Why, oh why,
Depression is an Attitude of Mind,
It lingers from time to time,
I crave for Action and things to do,
This time, and every time.
I need a shove, a push to start,
To work, write letters more,
For as soon as I do start to work,
The Cloud of Depression will out the door.
Depression is an ugly word,
It hangs like a suffocating cloud,
I wish I had a magic word,
Which I could shout at it ~ ALOUD.
But I need to conquer it myself,
To dispel its evil ways,
To clear my thoughts from out my head,
Before retiring again, to my bed.
Depression is creep quiet
serial killer stalker
truly an insidious affliction
that slays prey humanity
worldwide in eventide cancer
grown in bones of ones soul.
Depression is a lonely word
entwined in solitude
all alone is all by myself
with no one there but sorrow..
Lights chasing folks dancing
in rooms of loneliness,following themselves in
saddened depressions of existence.
Opening myself up to be butchered every time
It's just this cycle
I get stuck in it everytime
Plugs here and there
The cords fit sometimes
You want something badly and it's the hidden feeling you dare to never say
Everytime you reach out for it
It plays a long for a little and then closes you out
You just want that crow or bat
You watch to much tv and it's just unrealistic
The words you hear are never truly true
You get lied to and stomped on
You allow it to happen because you don't judge no matter what happened in your past
There's no base
All is lost in this cosmic space
You are almost always just hoping it will be different
It won't be the same
And everytime you end up being hurt
You get injured little by little on the way
Im sorry that bitches be thirsty & hella fake. Natural beauty is exquisite but physical beauty as a whole just withers and wilts. I think your a purty flower anyhow Betty, a strong individual with a good heart. & last but not least you seem to be doing a damn fine job parenting those girls. KUDOS to you.