.to the note senders. by oaklungs
questioning my mental
i think you know
of hair wound tight round a hand like rope
of thoughts that sail in and let down anchor
in the night, sleep drifting away on the black tide,
i think you know of god up in the crow's nest, keeping watch
his eyes have rolled at us so much they rattle, loose now
in their pits like marbles, they say he knows
i have examined the slides of my childhood, uprooted my body,
yanked myself out of my years with my own gloved hand
like a weed and stared in disgust, it's only natural
that you should still want to sleep with one arm over
your head, she said, don't you think?
i think the sun lit up
the world's scars
and felt bad, hung its head
through the horizon
and cried in shame
now i don't think it's ever
going to stop raining
(i am holding up my mind, i am shoving it in your face)
Photography is my main art and even though it's not the best it's what I love. <3|
Thank you for stopping by, my dears.
Favourite genre of music: Alternative-punk
Favourite style of art: photography, traditional.
MP3 player of choice: IPOD
Shell of choice: Butterfly.
Wallpaper of choice: Floral
Favourite cartoon character: GIR. <3
Personal Quote: "It could be worse.. You could be dead."