Why are you so depressing
He said
Why are your words so dark
Because my life is fucking distressing
She said
And so, therefore’s, my art
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Why are you so depressing
He said
Why are your words so dark
Because my life is fucking distressing
She said
And so, therefore’s, my art
They say that art
Mirrors life
And my case
That was true
I decided
To stay with him
When I should
Have chosen you
Somewhere In Madison County
With one
hand
pressed
against
the door
I try
to work
out who
I love
more
And in
that split
second
I decide
to stay
I
throw
my chance
of happiness
away
(Originally Posted 27.02.2020)
It’s been nearly three weeks now
That I’ve been off the booze
Choosing to cope instead
With the pain in my head
By getting some new tattoos
Therapy?
No
matter
what
the
guidelines
say
Or
how
many
braincells
may be
lost
I’ll
slay
my
dragons
my way,
thanks
And
live
with
whatever
the
cost
(Originally Posted 05.10.2020)
I was thinking about this
Just last night
How I am not always
Visually inspired
Have I such little imagination
Lack a formal education
Or is it just that new glasses
Are required?
The Art Gallery
Sometimes
I think
I’m too
stupid to
understand
Sometimes
I think
I’m the
only one
that does
(Originally Posted 04.07.2019)
‘Conception is a sin, birth is pain, life is toil and death, necessary’
They are all just scars,
Inked or otherwise.
Come on then
Don’t keep us waiting
We want to see you bleed
To see others suffer
For their art
Is the validation we need
I don’t care
If you don’t understand
Because this
Isn’t meant
For you
Words spill
Onto the page
Just like the blood
From my veins
Vocabularians of the world unite
To put the wrongs of our world right
To give a voice to those too tired to fight
And into the darkness bring forth the light
I
scroll
through
your words
And
realise
mine don’t
compare
For
you all
write so
beautifully
Whereas
I splurge
without
a care
It’s
hard to
write
it all
down
What
I’ve
been
feeling
inside
But now
is the
time to
start
again
For the
truth
I’ll no
longer
hide
I could
never
write as
fancilyAs
many
others
here doI just don’t
have the
talent,
franklyFor much
more
than a
fuck you
It’s easier to connect with other artists these days than it is to any of my friends.
It’s because we understand how shit things are, I think, when the madness descends.
Sometimes
I think
I’m too
stupid to
understand
Sometimes
it feels
like I’m
the only
one that
does