Ghosts

Don't get barred out in this house - holycrimes 

Maybe I’m insane Maybe I’m a child set in stone Maybe I’m broken deep down to my bones With shattered words left unspoken When you won’t let me speak With all this stress I turn to tweak But, really, I don’t when you last said Neither of us can geek, so I would rather be dead Than pick that up, I will when I’m dead As much as I feel that way now I can’t let any more bad news bring me down When I’m already at the verge of ending it all I just keep breathing, I just keep swimming, push through the withdraws Even if they’re not as intense There’s nothing in me anymore that can make me dance Make me sing, make me write something worth more Than this shit, but why give the condemned any remorse?

Slipping cigarettes Slipping in and out of time With nothing but a one track mind Watching all my thoughts unwind While I fall more and more behind

Every day seems to get a little more rough A little more tough With calloused knees and broken dreams What I offer just isn’t enough

To make a break To keep from breaking my spirit Pushing past my limits Spilling lines and spitting lyrics I’ve just got to make it one more day Just think of one more way To make things right and make it far See my name in lights like a shining star

Fun hangz by the fire. I sit in wonder, feeling like some warped wire. Eyes stare back at me across the room. All along every curve and tangle in the wallpaper you so purposefully placed. Mixed feelings follow the sad blues and vibrant hues. It’s laced. It’s poison seeps in all too conscious in its stream All the while my eyes glazed and gleam. I’ve lost that part of me that had any sort of control Once the flowers start to dance and notice the picture as a whole We become more self aware to the fun house mirror of a life While the fire reflects something distant in the strife When we contemplate the right and wrong and the depth of the universe This is the new generation, and we decide things and our bodies cursed Sweeps and scraps across the night to cleanse our soul slowly The brush burns, it twists and turns into more than unholy.

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.

Crooked Streets

When you question everything that runs through your head When you could pull an all-nighter, or maybe go to bed Sometimes life catches you by surprise Or you won’t survive the sunrise I’m flushed. I’m pumped. About to explode. Beating and busting out of my chest My heart screams and my hands ache Deciding how much more I'm willing to take These black and white feelings bruised me I've got shaky knees and a head rush I never thought I'd miss you so much I miss the feeling of grinding teeth While I grind the gears ever-connecting in my mind Who cares if I’m biting down all the time? Still bodies harbor these racing thoughts Chasing things I ought to not Too far from home, I was born to roam I was born to spill lines out on these shattered streets Where Hell and harmony finally meet

Stormtrooper

me rolling some lil' blunts

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