Be strong for tomorrow

Life As An Artist

An undenying label:
something each of us are capable
of doing construing the enviable
words like voices, pencil touch paper with choices
lilys in gardens, on sidewalk cracks near track tracks
on paths that intersect and kill
where the motivation inside our mind
mistakes inevitable; so kind
even found in the blind
heard of desired
you feel like a queen or king
everything in life in between
something we both can understand or
hate and love or feel indifferent
lose it all a risk so consequent
life be hell, did I fail?
time is something people
only learn to value in jail
in our own tribulation
we use art to purge
so with without further adieu
without any consideration
I leave my greatest soul on display
for all to listen or neglect

disolving dream

for whatever its worth
to keep finding myself disappearing
like that. I'm being blown away like a kite
like money, like friends.. where do they go?
i can't afford myself the time
reaching for a touch ov this vanishing mirage
for all I live for, the signs
keep disappearing, and time is just a touch
away I call dreams the air I need to live.
please keep me alive,
when you keep me in mind,
tell me love is real and not just a story
only from a friend. where do they go
like money, time is just a touch away
id rather dream and have something to live for
i cant afford myself the time it is something you can never get back
dont take away my dream it is the only reason why i live

day 34 no smoking

I stopped coughing. I don't want to smoke but I kind of get headaches and noticed I want to rest more. I am still keeping positive and exercizing.

Regression

There are no such thing as ideas anymore.
They are shared or if not,
unwritten history; yet again:
rich off or poor of.
Black and White. :
they beg for more,
and I just don't want to. <----- !
At the end of the day,
they fight so hard,
but they are fighting their own flaws.
yet they seem to get nothing out of it,
the feeling ov people just talking at you,
not even saying anything of importance.
Except your parents who knew all along
that your dreams couldn't become true
because you were born into "struggle"
and then we believe their ideas;
because we are just lazy.
Just. normal.
I never was normal,
nor never wanted to be.
Let society consume you,
let yourself be at ease,
I'd rather die,
BECAUSE NO ONE UNDERSTANDS
the intellectual is alone and before its time
sometimes they destroy themselves
with drugs to think like one of us
a selfish act but only human

I've been learning how to do things by myself. I am learning to get lost in books, in nature, meditation, I can enjoy and appreciate the feeling ov healing myself.

my story is still getting told

When will anyone appreciate what an artist has to say? What does it take? Will they listen 20 years from now, or when we die? Is this why to be an artist we must learn to find patience?

die in me.
die
die
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day 24

still coughing and it is annoying. I am ___, for no reason. my throat is itchy. I went to 24 hour fitness and had a good sleep. woke up early, early, early bird catches the worm. I want to make more art. I am traumatized by crazy people. Why are there people like this in the world? I just close the door and lock it so I don't have to worry about it all. Don't want to see you smoke, or hang out with you to watch you smoke. I want ice cream instead. And bike rides

I can now honestly say that "I love myself" and ready to accept whatever life will give to me.

day 15 no smoking

I am starting to feel heathier but I still have an annoying cough

Absolute Obsoletism

Anybody want to see my broken macbook charger collection? We live in the age of "Absolute Obsoletism", where everything is meant to break at a certain amount of years or we have to keep updating on the next top gadget. Is this another way the 1% is screwing us?