Procrastinator

Yesterday i said i would

and i strongly thought i could!

But today has been a different day

as i had many late bills to pay.

Tomorrow there might still be a chance

for me to do my last minute dance.

So hope with me i'll get my plans set

to stop sighing over another regret.

Artwork : untitled_thinking_lady_2007_by_lucasaguirre

Time Machine

Jump into the time machine

between my eyes

seize the day

and bury the cries

hold on tight

for i'm cutting off all ties.

Artwork: the_mind_eye_by_lucasaguirre

The Teller of Stories

She yearns for tenderness and comfort,

in a foreign land with no earthly dirt,

gathering thoughts as she does daffodils,

she floats around between wind mills.

Swift strokes of  God's brush,

keeps her stories to a hushed shush,

she can only keep warm in the lion's den,

unable to scream as loud as she can.

She spends her days dreaming of flight,

in the thunderous silence of night,

alone and forgotten is the storyteller,

till she ponders whether or not to surrender.

Photograph: barrel_of_a_gun__by_indiae

In The Darkness of Night

In the darkness of night...

this is when I write.

Of fairy tales and dreams,

of heroes and fiends.

In the darkness of night...

when only the crickets creak,

I am awake..

listening to my heart's gentle beat.

Photograph: Lullaby_by_Kaotika

Spoken Word: Public Enemies

It didn't start out like this...

as you know we were friends,

chilling at each other's cribs,

but now you talking as if

I got some disease,

acting as if i was the thief.

I told you that what we had was weird,

but special... no not like that, but you know...

insisting on making me think otherwise,

brainwashed... thinking you were worth the price

I don't regret knowing you... 

I learnt lessons I couln't even afford

so let me thank you for your efforts,

now their just running in my head like adverts,

reminding me not to bow down to my comforts. 

Sucked into a vicious cycle

mostly because we both became fickle,

bouncing on and off the court

knocking the door of the last resort

tired of keep having to retort

just to protect my god damn fort.

I may secretly be inclined to fix things,

but am openly wishing I had silver wings

so i could leave you and this drama behind,

cause now i have more important things to mind.

That was then, and this is now,

i'm slowly making sense of it all 

tiringly investigating this fall.

Even if I don't ever put the pieces together,

the signs have always shown that

we were always destructive for each other.

Public enemies was written as our fate

I'll nod to you from the across the street,

hoping to wipe shit off our slate

tired of the pain, i'll be the one to retreat.

Inspired by Kanye West and Wolverine 

Artwork : Samurai_Spirit_5___Slasher_by_Artgerm