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Good Enough Yet?Aren't I good enough?
Aren't these tears enough?
Isn't my blood and sweat enough?
What else do you want?
Aren't I good enough?
Isn't my passion good enough?
Aren't these dreams strong enough
to come true?
Enough for you?
What more do you want?
I'm giving you all I've had
And everything I wanted
but you want more
Aren't I satisfying your greed
Your unreasonable needs
to be better
to be perfect
Aren't I perfect?
Don't you think I'm perfect yet?
Anything else you want?
You want me to sell my soul too?
You already took everything else
It's all I really have left.
Isn't it enough?
Am I good enough yet?
Do you like me yet?
I guess not...
Aren't I good enough?
Can't this ever be enough
Am I not enough?
To please you?
Is it me?
Or are you selfish?
Aren't I good en
I am My Own MonsterI am my own ghost
Haunting my halls
Wallowing in the past
Feeling light as air, but
my feet are too heavy for me.
I am my own zombie
Hungry for a little more
Love, just enough
To fill the holes inside me
I am my own vampire
And from any ray of light
Thirsty for blood that
Is my own
I am my own werewolf
Wailing at the moon
And sprinting away
Instead I am running
For a silver bullet
I am everything I fear
Plus everything I hate
I am a ugly, hideous creature
Growing with hunger
Drifting like mist
The LostI see myself
My hands cupped in my lap
Holding onto those around me
It's a morbid thought
Breathe, speak, and eat
While my mind drifts away
They're holding onto me
But I'm already gone
They're begging me to stay
To keep on going
When I'm already gone
I'm already weak
In the labyrinth
Of the seconds
That died with me
I see myself
My eyes half there
Taking a breath
Of Thick cold air
It's a terrible thought
Knowing as they hold me
As they assure me they don't know
That's the corpse that use to be me!
They're chasing me
Like a lost balloon
They're begging me
8 watchers and counting!thank you all so much! It means the world to me you are all interested in my art. I hope I get to hear more from all of you!
In the mean time, I got two big projects going on: one, I'm near getting done, and one I need to get started. The second one I'm sure you will all like.
But that's all for now, Got exams going on, a doctors appointment, and my dad is coming back on Friday. That's all really.
ScarsStanding in the shower
Skin turning redder
I stay still and soak it in
This water won't erase my sins
Scars stand out bright white
Burns and cuts all in sight
The real scars cannot be seen
They reside inside of me
I wonder if all I will be
is a creature scarred eternally?
Are You Like Me?Are you like me?
Battle stained and bloody scars
Are you like me?
Empty head and lonely heart
All their hateI look across the room
I feel their anger like a wave
Of too-hot air running across my skin
But even with all their hate
Its power almost tangible,
They will never hurt me again.
FriendA person whom you can trust,
who's faithful until both are dust
Sees through a set of similar eyes
Knows when you speak truth or lies
A shoulder, there to comfort you
A true voice, that knows what's best for you
A conspirator to make joy and have fun,
who knows what's right or when something shouldn't be done
An uplifting soul, who changes your mood,
makes you feel merry, when before, you brood
An ear to listen to every scheme,
to help determine reality or dream
A face that smiles and you know everywhere,
it shows their thoughts and when they care
A body that's warm and has its own beat,
one that's fun to see, and to meet
So, a friend is someone like you,
who's faithful, brave, honest and true
And no matter how many people I see
I will never see a better friend than you for me
DelusionsWhen we talk I feel hope
When we're apart there's a longing
When we're together I feel content
Then we separate and I there's regret
I try my hardest to give up
I curse my emotions
There's no denying how I feel
I convince myself that there's a chance
Maybe you feel the same way
I tell myself that there's something there
That we could be together
Then I remember the truth
There's me and there's you
There's no me and you
No matter what I want
I know it's not going to happen
But then we talk and I feel hope
Life is tickingThe time is ticking, ticking away
Tik tok, tik tok
You are afraid of what will happen
Growing old is such a scary thought
Yet we all do
The morning will yet again rise
Another day, another life
Time's ticking away!!
(Out of hand,
Out of time)
Life is ticking where will it go...?
Dinner With YouYou
casually bring up
I don't know why
it makes me
long for something
to have dinner
one of those
when we share
our daily grind
falls into place
my wandering days
to an end
and I have
to call home
in a box
and carry it
in my heart
Keeping me home
next to you
God in an Art GalleryI was walking by an art gallery last Saturday
When I started walking to the door uncontrollably
I got inside and started wondering and looking around
Then I saw God appreciating an art piece right next to me
I stuttered and asked him in disbelief what he was doing there
He told me he was appreciating art, so I asked him about the wars
He asked me back 'what about the wars?' and I just couldn't believe him
'You should enjoy art instead of killing each other' he said and walked away
GoodnightThe sky was lost
The earth shaking
The moment you cried
I felt my heart breaking
Why are you here?
What have I done?
You have to leave now
Turn around and run!
The ground starting sinking
Gripping my feet
I guess this is goodbye
Life was too hard to complete
A single tear rolled down my cheek
I wiped it away
Trying not to look weak
Please don't cry
I just won't be home to say goodnight
Tick tickHe could hardly breathe
But his heart was still beating
A broken rhythm
A Phsycotic tempo
He didn't know the time
But he still heard the seconds go by
Swirling around him
Something was saying
His time was over
He didn't have wings
But he was flying away
I couldn't catch him
The wind carried him away
Were cold and bloody
And he bled
Dripping in tempo with the clock
It struck twelve
Like knifes and swords
And he bled
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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