Sweet dreams, Honeybee
You know you mean the world to me.
I love you once
I love you twice
A best friends friendship knows no price.
Close your eyes, Honeybee
Cant say how much you mean to me.
You and me
Lost in screams
Once lost in solitary seas
But here we are
Outside the dark
To watch the clouds continue to part
And create the sweet, sweet smiling to start
Sweet dreams, Honeybee
Best friend thats ever happened to me
Together well watch the sunrise hues
And talk about the hopeful blues
And passionate reds and morning dews
Well go back to sleep and hit the snooze
And in the light of day we
On a quest for clarity,
A relentless search for livable life
Led astray by worthless clutter
Like opiates that distract the senses
And draw a path toward stagnancy and uncertainty
Prolonging this frame of mind
To another day.
Suffocate the days, that
Pile high like old boxes
In an ancient, dusty attic full of decaying thoughts
That should have been thrown to flames long ago
But continue to linger.
Never die.
On a quest to drown all of those I've been
And wipe the stone to clean blankness.
To an empty place.
Of moving forward
Where nothing exists
To forget where, and what I now am
The place must be found
And there,
Perfe
I saw shock, though not well
He was frail and very thin
Hardly moving, his only motions were quivering and unsteady.
His face was as white as frail, thin paper
And I heard his shrill, panicked voice, quietly whispering.
I shed a tear for him.
These Subconscious Bars by xYouDontKnowMex, literature
Literature
These Subconscious Bars
Lock me in a room and leave me be. Nothing is more serene than nothing at all.
Locked in my room with myself and no more
Complete silence
So plain are these walls and so white is everything
Completely white, completely pure, but no more.
There is nothing in this place to think about,
Or so it seems.
Look around you and see all of the tiny patterns all over everything
The stitches in the pads on the walls,
The sizes of the squares that cover them
And the high, white ceiling, no different from the rest
Everything here is white
Even my coat with long, white sleeves that hug m
Current Residence: Cranberry, PA/ Athens OH Favourite genre of music: Rock, Punk, Indie, Hindustani, Folk, Jazz, Traditional Celtic MP3 player of choice: 80 gig ipod nearly halfway full
Favourite Visual Artist
Gustav Klimt, Antoni Gaudi
Favourite Movies
Into the Wild
Favourite Writers
Kurt Vonnegut, Sylvia Plath, Dean Koontz, Tom Robbins
I'm back at school and my drawings are all here but I dont have a camera to put them on here. I'm sure I'll get to it eventually. Keep an eye out because I'm really proud of a lot of them.
I'm now single again, and it makes sense. It's legitimate. No problems.
My first classes for the quarter started today. They're the first going towards my double major in Philosophy and German with a Minor in Art.
Thanks for the support, everyone.
Today is a very important day. Alyssa Clifford is now my girlfriend and I couldnt possibly be happier.
It took someone special like her, someone who never fails to inspire and smile, to motivate me to do this stuff again. To bring myself back into the loop. To put myself out there again, at all of your mercy.
I hope you all enjoy my stuff that's been a long time in coming.
<3
Hey everyone. I havent completely stopped caring about art, as it may seem when u look @ my aging photo and artwork on here.
Summer was just a very introspective time for me when i tried to stock my brain with ideas for stuff.
I broke my camera, which is good b/c it sucked anyway and i wanted a new one anyway. I'll be using my sisters for the time being until i can afford my own (nice) one.
I promise ill update soon!!! i need to organize everything
dont forget about me!