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this space this distance it hurts and heals what i feel for you all the poetry and song is not enough but just a replacement for the touch to taste your saliva on my tongue to feel your eyes on…
Started writing lyrics and poetry when I was 15 because it was the only place I felt free to say whatever I wanted. Been doing it since then. No rules. Only words on a sea of white like blood on snow. This is me at my most real, raw, and unfiltered. Like a wounded animal crawling back to his wonderland cave. My poetry is a trace of blood for others to follow. Nowhere to hide except here and now.
this space this distance it hurts and heals what i feel for you all the poetry and song is not enough but just a replacement for the touch to taste your saliva on my tongue to feel your eyes on…
my anxiety is just a reflection of the strength and depth of my inner foundation if your foundation is crumbling you will feel anxiety if you are constructing a new stronger more solid foundation you will also feel anxiety it…
Poetry survived To remind us that Without death, nothing would be beautiful For beauty is the feeling Of a moment dying Sorrow, joy, fear Perverted smiles The melodrama The theatre Poets, like wolves Survive On puppets who’s strings have…
Mulla on vahvoja tunteita sua kohtaan…En tiedä oikein onko sulla muaVai oonko vaa joku kiehtova seksikäs runoilija sullejoka sulattaa sun sydämen kun antaudutJoka inpiroi sua ja meillä on tällainen “yhteys”…joka on tietenkin erittäin kaunista… ja se kehittyy ja elää Älä…
No you hang up earth has no sorrow heaven cant heal find what you love and let it fuck you up stay with me until the sun goes down time to pull the trigger son find out what she’s all…
joskus mies herää sellaseen ihanaan tuskaan sitä miettii kaikenlaista eikä oikein tiedä missä ihmeen paratiisissä sitä oikein taas makaa en kuulu tänne, joku ääni sanoo ajatuksena tuijotan kattovaloa ja huomaan ihan kuin olis ollut koko yön jossain ihan eri todellisuudessa…
deleted everything again shaved my beard off and cut my hair i don’t care do care i don’t care etc… i don’t know anymore i am a weak fucking pathetic human cannot do music anymore because it is all DEVIL…
deleted everything again also shaved my beard and cut my hair this year i tried returning to my home city thought maybe that could work somehow it didn’t and i am not gonna stay need to keep travelling and exploring…
get laid with god or go home if only he could know what you know he’s in your head he’s in your phone he’s in your body
i saved myself with a song came out of a dark depression with a fire in my heart went out there into the worlds and fought the big wars got my soul full of blood because my heart wanted to…