| I waited for you watching you sleep; machines were beating for you. Dolled up in white, wrapped in tubes; you wore them so gracefully. Angels and demons were fighting for you; your maidens do your bidding. If you wake, mine will be the first eyes you see. Hopeless cathedrals, blankets and needles. Angels in top hats, cups full of blood. Everything happened so fast. I can't recall the road, the rain, the bag, the blood, the splash. Tell me everything's fine, tell me that she's alright. But she's not. I see you now, only in pieces. Janie, can you hear my prayers hit the ceiling? And can you tell me if my words have meaning? Can you tell me what my hope is to look like? You'll never find another. you'll never find another end. Hopeless cathedrals, blankets and needles. Angels in top hats, cups full of blood Dreams are for dreaming, buckets for bleeding. Eyes are for seeing, but you'll still be sleeping. |
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| Starry, starry night. Paint your palette blue and grey, Look out on a summer's day, With eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills, Sketch the trees and the daffodils, Catch the breeze and the winter chills, In colors on the snowy linen land. Now I understand what you tried to say to me, How you suffered for your sanity, How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now. Starry, starry night. Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Swirling clouds in violet haze, Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue. Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain, Weathered faces lined in pain, Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. Now I understand what you tried to say to me, How you suffered for your sanity, How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you, But still your love was true. And when no hope was left in sight On that starry, starry night, You took your life, as lovers often do. But I could have told you, Vincent, This world was never meant for one As beautiful as you. Starry, starry night. Portraits hung in empty halls, Frameless head on nameless walls, With eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the strangers that you've met, The ragged men in the ragged clothes, The silver thorn of bloody rose, Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, How you suffered for your sanity, How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they're not listening still. Perhaps they never will... |
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- Interests: Drawing, texting, sleeping, running, singing, playing the sax, and chillin' with my peeps
- Favourite movie: Tuck Everlasting, Facing the Giants, and Despero
- Favourite band or musician: House of Heroes, Jem, Skillet, Red, Muse, Styx, The Afters, and Queen
- Favourite genre of music: Christan
- Favourite style of art: Computer art, photography
- Wallpaper of choice: cool, catchy colors or my own art
- Favourite game: Clue, Phase 10
- Personal Quote: Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver
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If you ever see my gallery, note this...
God gave me my talent, skills, and ideas... I just move the pencil.
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If you ever see my gallery, note this...
God gave me my talent, skills, and ideas... I just move the pencil.
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If you ever see my gallery, note this...
God gave me my talent, skills, and ideas... I just move the pencil.
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If you ever see my gallery, note this...
God gave me my talent, skills, and ideas... I just move the pencil.
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