Interests:I enjoy writing poetry. No, more than likely my work would not be considered true poetry in its classic form, but I do love to write. My obstacle is expressing my emotions w/o generalizing them. I use too many general word to depict an emotion that is specific. Hey, at least I know. If you think I suck, well, that is another obstacle I guess... Love life. Occupation:Artist Industry:Media
recourse of some Arcade Fire I haven't heard in a while is inspiring my obsession.
my balancing act balances out from where most of you stand I doubt you can see the fires burning deep from within I doubt you would even understand the insanity keeps me sane
in this, my moment, I want to meet you and share this, my moment of truth I balance the scale so choose pick me, decide to move
love is a game of chess our pawns are out on the board emotions of which I digress flood out on the floor like blood lost from a war as lust carries little reward and the flesh is torn but passion is born
who needs but a name and a face and but to take up some space a warm body of taste a mind in chase
who needs but two names and faces and taking up shared space warm bodies of haste moment to make
we have all this but you don't know it and maybe you never will but maybe you really will and I can wait
maybe I can't wait I'm so impatient that I'm wandering in wait
We know a place where no planes go We know a place where no ships go We know a place no space ships go We know a place where no subs go (Hey!) No cars go Where we know Between the click of the light and the start of the dream (Hey!) Us kids know (Hey!) No cars go Where we know
head to the radio listen to melodies and played tones close my eyes to the open window let the storm play the trumpets low
carry the voice across the reality connections made on the legalities embodied incarnation and lethargy to my state I am born to malarky
culmination to communication staggering home in the worst situation but kept up to explain my situation share my heart in this situation
I have been approached with limb taking shape I fit the mold to brim but the bones will break when I reach my end within myself my soul is content
but damn if I don't see the need to be embraced in my humanity to hold a hand in the insanity to know I can be, who I intend to be
questions about identity I do not ask I know the sunlight in which I bask even alone I can set the heart to task but damn if I don't want laugh with you.
