#rhyme
#Sinday
#explicit (light)

An Artist

I usually cross the line, baby—call me "beyond."
Steering out of the common lane is what drives me on.
My art takes her breath away, gasping her response.
"Your womb is my canvas; you liking how I draw?"
She breathes, "I can't see it, painted in the dark."
"Close your eyes and, baby, you'll see it all.
"The scratches form slow, the sketches are raw."
Once she feels the passion of my strokes,
She demands, "Paint like you have a gallery show.
"Paint like this is your last night before due.
"I want your paintbrush to drip till it has no more hue."
Her words make it hard... for me to think.
I go deeper in the bottle of ink.
I really can't swim, but I love the way I sink.

Today On December 21-2020, the two giant planets Jupiter and Saturn will appear so close together in the sky that they will almost look like one object. Jupiter and Saturn come within 0.1 degrees of one another and create the brightest star in the skies since the star of Bethlehem. It will be the closest Jupiter and Saturn have been since 1623 and it won't even come that closes again for another 500 years. The Mayans now reorganising and saying this could certainly be the end of the world as we know it. so,go out! tell your crush that you love them,punch a police officer, Rob a bank,get as high as you possibly can on drugs you don't even know & if you survive you can blame it on the world not ending.

"But it made you stronger."

"I was just a child, I didnt need to be strong. I needed to be safe and loved."

My depression will live with me through my days but in those rare moments I forget that I have embodied it...In those rare moments You Smile
-Yeab T🌕-

Just so you know a goodbye didn't take a life time.......a simple wave would have done it and now I don't even remember the last time we saw eachother let alone laughed or talked or actually said goodbye...and that hurts so much in a way which is impossible for a human to bear....
-just thought you should know-

-Take my mind
And take my pain
Like an empty bottle takes the rain
And heal, heal, heal, heal
And take my past
And take my sins
Like an empty sail takes the wind
And heal, heal, heal, heal
And tell me some things last.

"My soul bleeds and the blood steadily , silently, disturbingly slowly, swallows me while."

Fyodor Dostoevsky

"15 years old, no blood in your hands.You still believe that love has no casualties, that daisy petals can provide answers about a heart's intention.

3 years later you can't clean the blood out from your fingernails,You've stopped asking the flowers if he loves you. You know he doesn't

19 years old, no blood on your hands just burns, from trying to love the sun but no longer need the warmth, you love yourself and its finally enough"

I am writing because my regret is not so great, because I leave the door ajar, because I fold the pages and not tear them, because I ignore the matters that - for sure - I am not ignorant, because my sorrow is not severe. I never crossed the road and finished my story. My indignation needs a letter to tame him, to appease him, to pat him on the head and to speak on his behalf. I write because writing is a process of dating, I write so that I can date myself. Because today I differ from me yesterday and because tomorrow I will differ from me today. I write because I am afraid to start talking about me one day and still don't know the one I talk about.

Have you ever been in love with a writing?
I just did.