Me N My Little Lucifer (lucy) Watching Tv

Still learning.

#NowPlaying Recover - Cid Rim Remix by CHVRCHES

Rusty Blinds

It’s understandable, you see I broke your trust in me When we first met, engaged were we But now I guess is your chance to get back at me You chose to hide, you lied The trust is dust The life I live has turned to rust

Maybe I just drove you crazy Drive myself right off the bridge Off the grid to render my sins Just do not ask the price I pay I must live with my quiet rage The silence screams of tortured tongues Careful to open with words too heavily broken I chase the wind in hopes to find The ghosts creeping all through my mind That run wild and wish me dead Will I ever get out of my head?

she is my little ball of sunshine. Lucy

Friendly Fire

It’s running on three o’clock and I’m running out of gas While you finish your run getting fresh grass Let’s heat it up this time Burn that fucker while I spit this rhyme Spilling lines in my black and blue book Next to you while I watch that green cook Split it, rip it, pass it, zip it up then sell that shit There’s just one confession I must admit I’ve got a home in the dark and a boy that sparks My love like a bonfire heart Watch us tear this world apart Our generation was doomed from the start And none of that matters because the family here that can inspire A love that will spread like wildfire Weaving through the tangled trees That makes stained lungs cough and your breath heave Inhaling in the seductive air Without any worries, without a single care Because I’ve got my best man by my side With sweet, salty breeze coming from outside And I’ve got my friends that I call my family to keep me cozy inside We’ll watch the sun set and rise in the same sitting There’s no way this is the life to think about quitting In fact, to this special one, I’d rather be committing My soul to the man of my dreams Because when I look in his eyes I see the sun gleam Down on my heart while this bonfire love starts And pass that blunt you roll like it’s a fine art

The phone screen is the lamp… and we are all moths.

Cigarettes around a Campfire

There’s seven billion people in the world. There’s 300 million Americans in this country. And 10 million fuckers in the god-forsaken state. But there’s something about you, out of the millions and billions that surround me. You have this aura that attracts me in ways beyond my five senses can fathom. I tell myself a hundred times a day, these fancy clichés, to try and create a happier alternative. While you understand the physics behind what truly makes this 4,000 mile wide Mother Earth go round. You like downers, while I pull up any chance I get. You’re the yin to my yang. Let’s mix and melt together into something far beyond grey. No colours can match your smile and that spark in your eyes that burns like a bonfire in my heart. So let’s gather around the campfire to sing silly songs and smoke silly things. Let’s eat something a little funny and see what the night brings. There’s an empty seat to my right. Will you be my left-hand man just for tonight? I want you to leave your worry at the door, there’s no room for that here. Another cigarette while you drink your beer. Let’s talk about how our paths crossed, if they’ll connect again, or if they might have to part. But before we do, just give me a little longer to cherish this night in my heart.

A trippy write.

Like a true nature’s child, we were born. Born to be wild.

This is my latest drawing that started as a self portrait, and went on a journey of its own.

If you ever see me freeze in public, I’m probably trying to figure out what song is playing