Monday, August 31, 2015

paintings are never finished, only abandoned

I have paintings that are not yet finished,
with thoughts and dreams and memories in every stroke
in a timeless moment which can tell a different story to a bystander
and I shed the most tears
like a crocodile like a beast like a man
like a tree cut down with no one to listen to
behind the scenes are the best memories
the secret is to do it for yourself
which makes art the ripest fruit
that sits highest from the tree.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

quiet one

The one who does nothing
sits like a seed
waiting to grow
still like the stars
standing pseudo
under the inglewood night sky
guiding the planes
safely to their little lives
awaiting for their turn
to be something.
like the tracks
off a dusty fence.
like the pain
of the act of starting
a dream.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Not Me

In some of the most negative moments,
are just inevitable circumstances,
to know thyself, even if you are
what you never wished to be.
the sky tears and none knows
it grows a forrest
I'm walking into.
and grown old
out of my bed
forgetting anyone to love
sit on the rooftops
and look at the stars
falling in love with the wrong people.

you smell like my friends house

you smell like my friends house
when i am near you
when i think of all the things
that are not you.
and i pretend
that if i treat this person
good

then
you never disappeared

Last meal

I knew it would be my last meal.
It was quite. Not even the birds chirped.
Not even the crickets sang.

Not even the phone rang.

I just had a feeling things weren't gonna be the same.

Monday, July 13, 2015

July 13th 2015

Inside your eyes,
I died inside

In every breath,
is a present

ahead is Death,
awaiting for your

turn to leave
and the
ultimate sadness
is the reward
that you are
still alive

to witness
all the beauty
and know all
of what you are

send all the feelings
and direct them to ether
for we all leave this shell
in this place
we've all experienced.

Friday, June 19, 2015

I fell in love and thought I lost it so below as above a two way street doesn't know the meaning of quit. just lay on the floor the things you do when you're bored like a double edge sword and a man with no clue wouldn't you do the same, if you were in my shoes?