I'm going through a difficult time financially, emotionally, especially with school and just being disillusioned. Yes, I'm only 20, so please don't remind me. I've constantly been told that I'm young and have so much to look forward too. That there is time for me to grow, to find love, to find something I love to do. I really don't need that ( Read more... )

“What do you want from me?”

What do you want from me?

Would you believe the world’s got a hold on me?

Taking me down not caring how much I bleed.

You know it’s crazy through the dirt I see,

A muddy mirror confusing me,

Reflecting a decrepit fantasy,

The pressures crushing me,

Breaking bones erupting veins slowly killing me.

A hazy ( Read more... )

Martin Firrell is an artist from London.

http://www.martinfirrell.com/

He did the 'Hero' piece with Nathan Fillion as his muse.

I encourage you to visit that website as well.

http://www.completehero.com/loadmoviemf.html

His work is stunning and absolutely beautiful.

Here is the link to his new project; "King of my Heart"

http://www. ( Read more... )

"A Diary of Euphoria"

If only I could see you through the smoke screen,

Feast my eyes upon the face that I’ve dreamed,

Place you the scenes that I’ve seen,

Maybe I could finally come clean,

Lest the night devour me.

There would be nothing to it,

Read right from the script on which I’ve spent a lifetime,

Hidden from desire you could have my ( Read more... )

Written last week, finalized today 02/06/10

In the pale light of morning,

She lay suspended in time,

The body wrapped around her divine.

The world awaits her as a blur,

Encasing them in plastic reverie,

Glued in time.

She finds her every thought has meaning,

Fallen angels from the night,

Allow them to stay cemented in time.

To ( Read more... )

--Hold Steady (As you slowly run for cover) 10/09/09

Take off that mask

Reveal what you despise

Bring yourself back to reality?

With such aggression

Makes you want to scream

A voiceless expression packs

More punch than your words

Are you truly alive?

I’ll believe it when I

Can see it in your eyes

Vacant ( Read more... )

--The Carver 10/09/09

There is a black knife in my pocket

It only carves your name

Try to erase it with the paint

It only traces the stains

Burnt red clings to the white

Embeds itself where the sun never shines

A cold which remains unforgotten

The blade reigns over its minions

Hidden shame ( Read more... )

By: Bailey Sweet

"It feels like sin, but wouldn't God want me to feel like this?"

Clouds of smoke hover around bewildered nicotine stained faces as the rum and coke drags down their soured dreams.

I'm stuck in-between the construction worker whose wife just cheated on him and the banker who has too many bills to pay, but they can't touch me.

I don't ( Read more... )

I don’t cry enough ( Read more... )

-What are we ( Read more... )