Inside theXartist's Brain

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Sat, 26 May 2012 09:38:44 -0400

Yeah, it’s a Monday morning, And in my seat, your sounds, I’m ignoring, With these...

Mon, 21 May 2012 12:59:15 -0400

Yeah, it’s a Monday morning,
And in my seat, your sounds, I’m ignoring,
With these lyrics going through my head.

While your sleeping in your bed,
I’m in my studio recording my thoughts,
Music trying the ends off into perfect knots.

You wish you were that good,
You wish you could,
Do what I do,
But, only I can.

Even without a single fan,
In my head nothing’s impossible, I can beat you all,
I will never fall.

God, what am I supposed to do?

Wed, 18 Apr 2012 17:46:27 -0400

God, what am I supposed to do?

Please don’t leave me alone with these thoughts

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 02:32:04 -0400

Please don’t leave me alone with these thoughts

I can always tell when my pills where off cuz all of a sudden life is so much harder when they do

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 23:40:29 -0500

I can always tell when my pills where off cuz all of a sudden life is so much harder when they do

A Girl's Life

Thu, 16 Feb 2012 00:55:06 -0500

She stares at the shard of glass,
As she thinks of her class.
She drags it across her skin,
She pushes the glass in.

You can’t hear her weep,
As the glass cuts deep.
Yet, the tears come to her eyes,
And take away her disguise.
If only her classmates knew,
What their words do,
What their word lead to.
Maybe they’d change what they say,
Maybe they’d keep their insults at bay.

She keeps it all inside,
Everyday, she tries to hide.
Everyday, she’s afraid,
And wishes someone would come to her aid.
But, she’s lost all hope,
So she cuts to cope,
With all the pain and hate.

She wonders about her fate,
And whether to wait,
To die another day,
Or why she should delay.

forever-create: this hoe cant stop talking.

Thu, 02 Feb 2012 14:31:10 -0500

forever-create:

this hoe cant stop talking.

A Girl's Life

Thu, 02 Feb 2012 14:15:00 -0500

She stares at the glass,

As she thinks of the kids in her class.

She drags it across her skin,

She pushes the glass in.

You can’t hear her weep<

As it cuts deep.

Yet, the tears come to her eyes,

and they take away her disguise.

If only her classmates knew,

What their words do,

What their words lead to,

Maybe they’d watch what they say,

Maybe they’d keep their insults at bay.

She keeps it all inside,

Every day she tries to hide.

Because, everyday, she’s afraid,

And she wishes someone would come to her aid.

But, she lost hope,

And, she cuts so she can cope,

With all the pain and hate.

She wonders about her fate,

And whether to wait,

To die another day,

Or whether she really needs to delay.

Unknown Territory

Thu, 12 Jan 2012 11:43:27 -0500

Life isn’t a crossroads. It isn’t a highway. It’s not even a maze, because someone always knows the way out of one. Life is an unknown territory, and we’re the explorers forging a path and making a map as we go, for other’s to see our past. Our mistakes are shown, our successes are shown.Even the patches where nothing really happened show. So, when someone tells you to get up and get on with your life instead of watching it pass by, you can look at them and tell them you haven’t been watching it pass by, you’ve just hit a patch of nothing, like a choice between which river to cross, where you’re waiting to decide what to do next.

A lot of the time you will be waiting for your decision, whether it be a year or a second, you’re at the banks of two rivers, they could be as small as streams or as wide as oceans, but you still have to wait and decide which one you want. And, when you decide, which one you cross, you can’t look back, or backtrack to that spot.

So, when you make your decision, the easiest river to cross, may not be the right one to cross. A lot of the time the right one will be the harder one to cross, because you have to work at that goal to succeed. And when you do, you can look at your map and see what you’ve done, whether it be as small as getting your license, or as big as graduating from college with a doctorate, you can see how well that affected your life.

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Mon, 09 Jan 2012 14:02:31 -0500

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Tue, 03 Jan 2012 00:36:14 -0500

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Tue, 03 Jan 2012 00:33:45 -0500

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Tue, 03 Jan 2012 00:32:56 -0500

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Tue, 03 Jan 2012 00:31:48 -0500

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Tue, 03 Jan 2012 00:31:26 -0500

What is wrong with society? Society's definition of "beautiful" is having a flat stomach, big boobs, big butt, long hair, and tan sexy skin. Because of this, teenagers don't think they're good enough anymore. They don't think they're being accepted. 10 year old girls think they're fat. 11 year olds cut. 12 year olds stop eating. 13 year olds wake up in the morning and stare at themselves in the mirror; pointing out every little imperfection. Society is also teaching girls at a young age to wear mini skirts, short shorts, and belly shirts- which is now leading to sexual activity. 10 year olds being pressured into having a boyfriend. 11 year olds making out. 12 year olds giving head. 13 year olds aren’t virgins, and leading them to becoming an emotional wreck. Society is killing the teenager.

Mon, 02 Jan 2012 14:01:35 -0500

I love you (: And your writing.

Mon, 02 Jan 2012 13:42:35 -0500

Luvs ya too Agent Chaplin, thanks haha

My Faith, Your Faith

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 13:19:00 -0500

If my faith is so great,

Then why do I hesitate,

To share his word with everyone?

To share his word with anyone?

If my faith is so great,

Then why should ever wait,

To do everything in my might,

To show everyone his light?

If your faith is so great,

Then, why do you hate?

Why do you do the opposite of what he teaches,

To show how far his love reaches?

You act like your so much better,

And that makes me so bitter.

But, I refuse to follow what you think,

I’ll prove you wrong, faster than a wink.

Fear

Tue, 20 Dec 2011 12:12:55 -0500

Fear is the one thing humans can’t escape. No matter how smart we get, no matter how strong we get, no matter how advanced we get, we still can’t escape our fears. Fear is always going to be there, because there is always going to be something we don’t understand.

Humans fear the very things they don’t understand, and that has always, and will always be the very thing that not only holds us back, but, pushes us forwards. Fear holds us back, because, it is our most basic instinct to shy away from our fears, to hide from them.Fear pushes us forwards, because, there is always that one human that is brave (or stupid, whichever you prefer) enough to face their fears and push through them.

Thoughts Like a Jungle

Sun, 18 Dec 2011 02:55:00 -0500

My thoughts are a jumble,

They’re just like a jungle.

Everything is bright and tangled,

Except this thought, it just dangled.

This thought just hangs,

And around my head, it clangs and bangs.

And I wonder,

With my thought all asunder,

Should I do it? Should I not?

“Screw it,” I think, “I’ll give it a shot.”

So, I bring my face even closer to yours,

And then my heart soars.

As our lips meet,

I never want to leave that seat.