(2015)
We are all searching for our identity, and that identity can change. But everyone seems to think that they are groundbreaking mavericks marching to their own tune, and humanity repeats itself all over. We are all philosophers :)
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea