You yourself is art, so express yourself,
In anyway.
Here are some of my art and poems, some that express me and how I see the world. And maybe inspiration pieces from others that I wish to share with you.
Video reblogged from Girl goes GRRR with 166 notes
My offering to you on the 10th anniversary of SEVAS TRA
-Otep
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graciously falling to pieces again and again
my bruises are neglecting me, the animals are provoked
the loneliness of 4 am, the silence of self-inflicted violence
the tv bleeds its suicide anthem
the fan whispers its defiance of the warm graveyard night
this bed is wet with dreams, and soaked in mortal fluid
sleep is for amateurs
burnt offering, pagodas and mystery cults endangered
saviors disappearing in the remote countryside threating the Great Society
like a ghost messiah, whispering lies in the night, blankets and filth
the smell of fire, silver flowers, burning sleep from the sky, softly, coming closer
eye am hypnotized by this new eye of violence
in awe of its strength and simplicity, eye can sit for an entire day watching nothing else
playing the observer
and eye will feel no horror
eye will not think of regret
in the privacy of their rooms, in the bedlam of their heads
they need to escape
they need to connect their madness with some new friend
a stranger who knows nothing, but understands everything
what eye saw, like it was yesterday, everything went by just like that
a moment in an hour frozen like black blood, dead in motion
children everywhere
eye have to remove myself from this population of willing slaves
eye must find my way back to the gods
writing helps me cope, its the funnel for my darkness
it defies the tyranny of terrible gravity
it gives me reason to fight the loneliness
ME, forever alone trying to connect thru wurds to that distant island in the vacant sea
writing is my redeemer, my assassin, my willing slave & master, it is the only god eye have ever known
eye am numb but aware
eye can remain in its warm coma until my bones ache and scream for motion
and even then, eye am unmoved
but the one fortifier, the only nourishment, is that tiny tickle of taste
in the mouth of your soul, the wicked fruit of revenge
eye sea myself as the tragic hero, embraced by the world
rejected at home in battle, with the forces of despair
- shamaya
“Illusions or Confusion”
“illusions or confusion”
the cold blade upon my skin
send shiver up my spine
an easy welcome to death
an easy good bye to all of nothing
why am i living with the dead
when life itself is dark
when we live everyday in the dark
no matter how sunny it is outside,
the mind has a thousand eyes
but yet the heart has one
the mind tell a thousands lies
and the heart tell none
breath is just a clock ticking
and you know what happen once its done,
I’m running
i’m running, to standstill
I’m running from what remain
but all that remain are remains
from nothing more
from nothing less
smother my hopes and dreams in the palm of my hands
but when i look in them they are empty,
like its a dream within a dream
real,….
fake,….
I’m afraid to awake
to this illusions or confusion!?
“Let it Rain”
” Let It Rain “
let it rain,
let the sky show her pain
the sound of thunder that you hear
is her heart impairing, after all these years
the smiles,
the laughs,
and all the tears
but now,…but now,…. is what she fears,
she has fallen short
their bounded chain
she thought was steal
has turn into glass
easily broken and shattered so fast
the remaining pieces of happiness disintegrating
and all thats left is all the lies,
let it rain,
let it rain,
let the sky show her pain
the clouds have darken
and so has her heart
the fog so thick
it never depart
and the enormous blackness consumes
and abide with her
each minute fly by like hours
and these days been feeling like weeks
perpetual pain,
it take a couple of seconds to say hi
and forever to say good-bye
every time said, doesn’t seem so right
now what would she lives for ?
why make other happy, when now she dying inside
what is the point now ?
she await an answer from the heavens
she fears, she cries
she disconcert her life of whats to come,
so let it rain
let it rain
it comforts her to know the sky show her pain
she will stay right here
await the day
til her sunshine return
forever remains.
“My Weapon”
“My Weapon”
strip the soul from the body
leave nothing more but there shame
take the skull
rip out their tongue
so that they can feel the pain
i don’t use the knife
i use the gun
so that i can feel the same
i pull the trigger
i do not run
i take the blame with more to come
strip the eyes from the socket
so that i make them see the true
take the heart
crush it into bits
so that they can feel the lost, too
i don’t use the knife
i use the fist
so that they can feel my wrath
with a fist in the air and a finger in the face
to strip the the growing tumor for the brain
tie the words use them out in vein
hit the madness in the mind
hear me scream
hear me cry
let the world feel my pain
let them rot
like the cortex on the brain
i don’t us the knife
i use these words
as my weapon
i put them six feet down in there grave
i feel no sorrow in this world
hold it up and let them see
feel the wrath of my weapon
make them bleed
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