Slipping Cigarettes Slipping In And Out Of Time With Nothing But A One Track Mind Watching All My Thoughts

Hippies welcome

Ghosts

I’ve got to let it out I’ve got to let it out but it’s hard spitting rhymes and spilling lines Spilling lines on the table watch it dissappear Like our lives watch us fade into black and white Turning into creatures of the night It’s our time to shine while the drugs start to take flight Numbing my nose, let’s see where the night goes Cause sleep is for the weak, I say with breaking bones But homesick ghosts keep me wide awake While the monsters’ howl ring deep in my ears Filling up my soul with fear and belly with beer So let’s light another cigarette and sit by the fire Cause it’s four in the mourning and I’m still wired

Drew this bored at a coffee shoppe. I'll probably do something inside the peace sign soon. I'm more of a writer than a typical artist (it's all art) but I'm trying something new. Opinions? Enjoy the mess.

i'm an open book but some of my pages have glued together it's like I can feel the blood beating out of my veins while your fingerprint fades away

and every break up song I could ever write has already been written because all the love I've ever felt has been cliché   that fit something out of a show or fairytale   or movie (that didn't have a happy ending) and those stories you were taught as a child about stereotypes and the who's who what am I supposed to do when things can get so construed   and I have no way of reading anymore and every story seems to have the same ending while we all stretch and bend the truth and the things we hold inside while blurry thoughts misguide or help to get out what's on our mind next day, back to the same old grind

with heavy hands and a mind with wings let's see what a new day brings

So, idk about you but i’m getting pretty damn good at rolling j’s now

And on the third day I told him I like the street lamp view from the window And I could hear his smile Through a chuckle of thick bush That will never sing in my ears again

The grey indifference between dusk and dawn If I listen closely, I can still hear his swan song Lonely as the sound of lying on the ground Where possibilities pool and dreamers go to drown

Without fail you cross my mind From time to time Spitting skeletal rhymes And climbing mountains in my head Here’s my letter to the dead

Manic Mantra

What’s that Hungry Ghost in your head saying now? To let it all out, to scream and shout In silence and on beaten paper with colours of expression And perception Of sight that’s just right outside your comfort zone You could have never known how much I’ve grown Until I look deep in the crowd with understanding shown

Running away and cheating the price to pay Was always easy when I didn’t want to stay Because I’d rather be chasing the millions of spectrums And open doors in every dimension To the venom in my crystal veins fleeting so stray From the clusterfuck of an array Of bright lights and hushed sounds To lucent colours and wavelengths that surround You and I forever bound.

Still learning.

Starlight

Sometimes the stars remind me How lonely I can really be With skies length greater Than arms reach to me But twinkle, twinkle starlight This lonely child of night Next time you're feeling dark Remember even the moon shines at night Crescent state of mind With silent lips of mine Let go of that fear, my dear It's time for you to shine

I Have A Dream...

And that is to trip balls with someone/some people and tie-dye the shit out of some clothes, paint on whatever we call a canvas, write poems and songs and sing-alongs, just turn into Andy Warhol faries and creatures of the night. Let's get creative, people.