dear anna
it’s crazy how much time has passed
looking back at the past is like looking through hazy glass
i know the memories are real yet it feels like I never had
and that is what makes me sad…
coming to six years and still I’m in the bad
mom is okay but has bouts of sadness but honestly that shit’s deserved
i wish you could hear my words
there is so much I want to say
I thought I had let all my tears fall away
im so sorry. i just want to say im sorry anna. i fucked up. you deserved more. but im just a little ignorant shit.
i wish i could make things right.
but i have nothing left
the last 6 years have drained me. im sorry. i really am the last two years I thought i finally buried you and moved on but no without smoke in my lungs i remember
Art, architecture and fashion collide in the best possible way in the the work by shamekh شامخ, an architect and fashion illustrator that has found an ingenious way to combine both of his passions.
Updated 16.01.13
(Source: instagram.com, via fucks-currently-being-given)
People say I’m cray
I rap like dr. Dre
At least that’s what people say
That’s what people say
Or so I fucking think cause maybe it’s just me
maybe it’s jut me?
Thunder on the beat
Can’t fucking go to sleep
Cause I heard this song
Now I’m forced to sing along
It feels so good but wrong
Cause i Can’t stop won’t stop moving
Lips and hips are grooving
Got my body cruising
To this hip hop music
That has been infused with a blonde bitch used hit but has been re-wicked so the fuse lit now the cue bitch and please excuse me for that last bit
t swift
Cause The players gonna play play play
The haters gonna hate hate hate
And I’m just gonna shake shake shake
Shake it off shake it off
The heart breakers gonna break break break
and I’m just gonna bake bake bake
bake it all bake it all
I’m lighting on the beat
Kicking faces with my cleats
And that’s what they won’t see
That’s what they won’t see
and I’m talking literally
If you didn’t know
I’m making shit up as I go
gorgeous fucking toes
Verse like Edgar Allan Poe
and that’s what they don’t know
that’s what they don’t know
It seems I reached a low that’s lower then what’s ever been before
But I got to let it flow
Empty out my soul
cause I can’t stop won’t stop moving
Lips and hips are grooving
Got my body cruising to this hip hop music that has been infused with a blonde bitch used hit that’s been re-wicked so the fused lit now the cue bitch and please excuse me for that last bit t swift
Cause The players gonna play play play
The haters gonna hate hate hate
And I’m just gonna shake shake shake
Shake it off shake it off
The heart breakers gonna break break break
and I’m just gonna bake bake bake
bake it all bake it all
I’m talking to myself and it’s kind of weird like the reaction of a 90s dad that found out that his son’s a queer, im just a deer, caught in the head lights of a truck that edges near, but fuck it cause now I’m a bear and now that I no longer fear, I wait for that truck to come right here, so I can tear its head off cause I’m a bear, but I’m thirsty so I sip a beer, pop back to my human body that’s in a chair, echo words as thoughts only my ears can hear whispering “I’m no longer a bear…” well that isn’t fair so I’m back to my beer that has upgraded to a shot that I drink to which I swear, cause I never liked to drink liquor unless it came with a pair, preferably a coke as a peer, and as I peer I begin to tear not sure if it’s cause of the drinks or what my shrink said to me last week and now I down another drink and I’m fucked and it is not even a quarter from three well you got to follow your needs I call this flow quits fuck the 3rd wall cause a new adventure has started you bitch and may I say u are retarded as shit and yes I farted *rips* I laugh at my knowledge my wits that u fail to acknowledged cause I didn’t go to college and at times I know my American is unpolished and yes, I do eat meat simmered on a low heat preferably around 275 degrees and no to the peas, pause as I smoke a tree and I do mean literally or is it figuratively either way I’m into infinity and i do dare go beyond: dail tone *hangs up the phone*
Standing at a closed park, this girl sparks
as she blows smog towards the sky and stars
pondering what lies above
Empty inside she feels devoid of love and she feels a tug, a tiny pull
Towards the darkness that slowly engulfs her whole
And she wonders what would happen to her soul if her body turned icy cold
Would she float to another place?
or is death just death an infinite blackness like outer space and if it is would it better than this?
cause all she feels is pain and emptiness
cause now she’s nothing big
she pictures when she was happy- a little kid, with no worries just filled with loveliness
it’s true ignorance is truly bliss cause now she feels an ugliness
that’s attached to her skin and she wonders when the beauty fizzed
cause now she can’t talk to people
getting choked up and fearful
holding back the tears full of her anguish she looks around at these strangers
as they’re strutting on and she wonders why she stumbles to the ground, it seems she always falls
but worst of all, she’s all alone, no friends, no love, no family, no home
what’s the point of the journey if you don’t have someone to share it all
Stuck in this carousel, round she goes, so she embraces her misery cause that all she knows
blowing her smoke to the shiny stones till one day she can’t carry on
I used to picture dreams of scenes of old memories that ceased to exist along with the ashes of the deceased thrown in the wind lost deep into ends drowning in the grief and guilt of my emotions so I resided back deep under the seas of my subconscious rendered unresponsive to outside stimuli with no purpose but to live to die tears I cried until my ducts turned barren dry my emotional state a constant huff and sigh I could say I tried but I know it’s lies cause this thing has killed my pride darkness that consumed my life it leeched my whole till I had nothing left not even my soul grief and guilt that swallowed me all and now …now I just fall..
Since eyes are the primary sensory organ for light, it is no surprise that eyes have been called the windows of the soul. Our eyes reflect our outlook, our attitudes, and our openness. Conversely, they tell when we filter or screen out information….
(via psych2go)