I'm not a Street-ArtistA Poem by Luxe
I want to paint the bathroom walls
With my brains And make it the most beautiful thing I've ever made More beautiful than my s****y flowers and hearts That give company to The depressed trignometric derivatives that I can't find In my spiral purple notebook That smells like the coffee spill from January More beautiful then the slobbery words I speak As I type what I call poetry Which is really just my rambling brain Like an old 1920's machine that hasn't quite kicked it More beautiful than the songs I sing In the car on the way home When its dark and people can't see through my windows quite well enough To catch glimpses of me losing my heart in songs that actually make sense The sight of my blood on the wall sounds quite beautiful And the chunks of bone sticking to the mounds of pureed brain seem quite amusing And provide the perfect amounts of humor and irony to the situation That is my blown out brains and my blown out heart that's lying on the bathroom floor © 2015 Luxe |
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Added on April 27, 2015 Last Updated on June 14, 2015 AuthorLuxeMAAboutWe are together, all the pieces of me, parts of me, and people I'm made of. We were born together, we live together and we'll die together. I am nothing but the sky and every element that makes up our.. more..Writing
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