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2am poetry (you're always the subject line)I wish that you were still here by my sideinstead of nestled in between the lines of my 2am poetrybecause you deserve a better home than thatyour name sits fervently on my lipsbecause I hope that with a whisper of those 5 little lettersthat I can pull you from within the inscriptions on mytree trunk ribs like a magicianpulling a rabbit from his silken hat.I want to feel your words breathing down my neckand your hands pressed against my quivering spineas I stand at the edge of indecision--you made me fear the fight rather than the falland now I'm addicted to thethe feeling of your wind beneath my wings.we were an odd couple of misfits but we fit together:you as the harmony and I the melody of a song no one else heard;too many times I spent playing our soundtrack on repeatas I danced across my room spinning &&humming in the cold shadows of my lonely nights.I wish that you were still here by my sideinstead of nestled in between the lines of my 2am poetrybecause I dese
Apart from loveThey say they never workBut we will let them knowIt’s hard enough being aloneBut it’s even harder without each otherBecause, even though you’ve left my sideI can still hear you cryFear that brings all the doubts and liesForgive me please if I can’t show you my love from so farYour heart and mine,They’re fragile by the tidesWe’re bleeding and bleedingWith nowhere to hideWe’ve got no home,When we’re set so apart
The Love Story You Gave MeI, We kissedYour lips tasted like heavenBut you left traces ofBurning hellDown my throat.II, We lovedWhen our skin brushedthe wound on my thigh somehow rooted into buttresses of your veinsIt poisoned your heart androbbed your breath away.III, I leftThat night when your eyes burnt in liquor wildfireI could smell her perfume on our bedYour lips tasted like vanillaAnd my tears tasted like bitter blizzard.(G.L)The Love Story You Gave Me
Inside My HeadI keep a journal. Mostly, it's so I can vent and keep track of events. (I have a scary short memory.) I usually write when I'm tired and don't think about it. Every once in a while, though, I look back at what I've written, and am inspired by a sentence or paragraph.Here are some direct quotes (yes, that's right. I'm quoting myself.)"I hope it's harder for him to move on now that he knows I have a name.""Something in me wants to take a vow of silence. I believe that if I'm dependent on no one, nothing can ever hurt me. Because, if you have no one to turn to- you also never have the need to move. And that seems easier.""I just feel like I'm trying to build a bridge I could never cross.Which feels like a metaphor about my life I can't process because I put all my sadness and logic away so I wouldn't feel like crap anymore.""My brain's blurred with excess emotions or nothing and I'm not really sure which.""I'm going to look back and scorn all the wasteful wo
Tips on becoming a better artistI want to make a collection of tips on how to become a better artist,so if you have any you want to share, feel free to comment I'll probably post it in my gallery when it's done, and hopefully, the list will be huge!One of the tips on the list so far:"If you have a tumblr account, follow fashion blogs! Fashion might not interest you one bit, but sometimes an outfit (or a pose) will appear on your dash that will inspire you. That skirt might not look good on the model, it might not look good on you, but your favourite male character would probably look cute as hell in it!"