I like to draw when I bleed
in blues,
In a dim lighted room.
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Oscillating between emotions,
Some of them are not possibly justified in explanations, but I let the air poison the lungs as I breathe in and out, as tears fall down
I merely know why sometime I am like this
but I try all the time to get away from pain
always running in my mind.
Then I took a brush and pick up a paper sheet and kill it all, and started to feel
alright.
As far as the lines take me there;
With the hand holding charcoal deep colors, fingertips over wooden roll -
To the,
unknown destinations,
Yet could found the spaces familiar in the heart,
as if would have met this scrapes of places,
in other life
when I was someone else and with a different moniker.
Unknown destinations with a old lamp post
With a long path beside yellow knee high grass creed
Aleyah burning in night
Ghost stories in corners of sight
Smell of adventure brings back the kid in everybody,
wanting to solve mystery
as Sherlock and Watson duo deals.
The people I've painted, the people I don't know if ever exists, are like persons in me, we all have same heart somewhat.
Pieces of me in papers, wizarding lives in what ifs. All we are alike even when we look different.
Perhaps I'm the one who's with a paper heart,stuck in between air,underneath it
is a sea.
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The paper heart fly and drown,
Paint it
in black
and wash again
with the salty swept of storm.
It revolves in circles like the earth and it's sharp edge in the end slowly breaking all the strings.
Stay with me on the top parts of the rooms inside, where the sun still shines. Don't get to deep I try to tell everybody cause it's filled with poison that only demolish other stars.
(With a cold Saturn mind
And that's when my mercury's insides explodes in carousels
As if
life,
only is
a dream.)
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Word notes:
Creed - generally it means, a system of religious believe/ a faith. Here it stands for, as like a faith of the leaves all together that even they are in a way dying while they are living, how they are turning yellow from green, they still are living together,
all types of grasses all together but as mentioned yellow knee high ones are in majority.
Together as one,never alone.
Aleyah - blue angel orbs.
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–Annie 💜
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