Darkness

I’m swimming all alone in a pool of darkness
and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me under
I yell for help but no one is there to hear it
I begin to see the water at eye level
and I kick and flail
fighting to stay above the darkness
But the darkness won’t let go of its hold on me
and I slowly begin to give in
to the feeling that lies below the water line
the waters starts to fill my lungs
the lungs that once held so much life
yet now they allow the murky water to replace that

I know that this path doesn’t lead to happiness
But why doesn’t someone grab my hand
pull me from darkness’s grasp?
because no one knows I stand at the boundary
the boundary between light and dark
so I give in to the thing that holds me
All of the strength and all of the courage
that I once held in my heart
can’t save me from the water
So I slowly slip below the world of conscientiousness
undetected by the occupants of that world
I don’t want to fight anymore
I’ve given into darkness

Memories

For me to pick one moment,
To cherish, save and keep,
Is proving very difficult
As I’ve gathered up a heap

I’ve dug deep inside my heart
Found the safe and looked inside
There was a room for lots of moments
In fact hundreds if i tried

I’m building my own little library
Embedded in my heart
For all the moments spent with you
Before you had to part

I can open it up whenever
Pick a moment and watch it through
My little library acts as a promise
I’ll never forget you

Everyday friends

We talk about the little things
In life that change from day to day
We take a moment here or there
For a chance to catch up or say “hey”

We share our little secrets
Exchange our little jokes
We discuss our desires,
Our most cherished dreams and goals.

You know so much about me,
And I so much about you
We have a simple connection called friendship,
That we dearly value.

We are everyday friends
The kind that sit and talk
About life’s big and little moments,
Or nothing at all.

The most precious kind of friends
That never miss a beat
That ask all the right questions
And encourage all good things.

We are everyday friends
The friends that last a lifetime, too.
And I’m ever so grateful
For each day shared with you.

I’m slowly giving up

The sun is setting, the night has come, the sadness, the pain and suffering, my demons once again arise to torment me at night. Tears, clear and salty are kept a secret from those around without a helping hand to reach for.

The demons torture me, remind me of the things I hate, the painful words carved in my mind, the markings on my skin, I am a prisoner without an escape chained by things which have no weight, each cry for help that goes unheard, each breath’s a struggle for control.

The night is coming to an end, the cries are silent and the smiles fake and hollow laughs are now my beautiful disguise. Has someone stopped to look into my eyes? To look past everything and see the pain inside? To understand why I’m afraid to be alone, to help me when I feel like I’m soon gone.

I feel like giving up but if i do then I won’t have a second chance to maybe have another life. A family, my girlfriend back and a few friends. We wont be able to reunite with people whom i love but giving up sounds so tempting when sorrow, memory and sadness are all that’s keeping me alive.

Little things

I remember the way
your eyes would light up
when you smiled
And the way you would laugh
it would make me laugh, too

I miss all those little things
about you

I remember how happiness
was just an ordinary feeling
It wasn’t something
that we wished for
It just happened everyday

I miss all those little things
that have somehow slipped away

But as time went on
and the years began to take their toll
we forgot the little things
that filled our hearts and our soul
and somehow it all disappeared

I miss all those little things
about us during our best years

Life can be hard and it can hurt
sometimes we do or say something
we never really meant
and before we can take it back
the pain has sunk in

I miss all those little things
about us;
the things that made us strong,
and made us promise this was forever
no matter what went wrong

If we can remember that love was ours
once upon at time
and let go of the tough years and heartache
and take a moment to rewind
I know whe can find the happiness
that used to fill our lives everyday.

What’s Art

Hi good people, ever wondered what the definition of art is? Definition of art is never to certain or common to every individual. The English dictionary defines art as the expression or application of human creature skills and immagination typically in a visual form. I find this definition so weird. 

[Wangu] she defined art as and I quote, “to some people art could be an outlet of their feelings, to others it could be a reflection of desires and to others it could be just for fun, it depends on the person. Can’t help but love that definition.

[Leely] defined art as and I quote, “I’m not an arts person but I think its how people express themselves in ways other people wouldn’t understand. A pretty good definition there. 

To me art is a language. You might be wondering how that is, well let me explain. I use it to communicate about my love, hate, heartbreaks, pain and joy. Every entangled emotion that I can’t put in words. I put my life in my art and my art in my life.

Exhibit A 

Abit psycho there but this art is all about alot of pain and from that pain, there’s always abit of hope that keeps you going. In every struggle or hardship you go through, there’s always hope. 

Exhibit B

We all have that one special someone who holds you down when you sad or happy. This art is all about that, the kinda love and support you get from your friends and family. You would be amazed what a simple hug might do.

Exhibit C

I just felt like drawing the ideal body shape of woman. I don’t know am crazy and weird like that I guess or just food for thought. 

Feel free to leave a like or comment about the post or about how you can define art. Stay tuned for more of my arts. 

CHEERS…