Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The Girl With the Temporary Smile
Happiness is short-lived
It doesn't matter how much
or how little you give.

Pour your heart out
as long as you're pouring it through a sieve.

Catch all solid emotions,
set them aside
with intended devotion for another time.

You're heart breaks
as he lies next ...

Nice!!

Self-mutilation supersedes any type of relations

flirting with the allure
of interminable vacation
the sordid ways he loved me serve as justification
pain I crave
slave to brutality
a million miles from reality

I hate me

incessantly I desecrate this barren shell

a vacant stare
all that’s ...

Faithfully risen,
the night, my beloved prison.
No one knows my breed of wisdom.

Inevitable embolism.

Creatures of night listen.
On Evil’s watch they share dreadful thoughts
plotting wicked plots.

It’s the glint of an eye I see
reminds me that Evil stands-by
stealth and sly,
stalking me ...

Someone's lost their balance,
abandoned poise.
Stupefied by lies,
he stumbles outside the lines.
the way back,
will he find?

His way back inside these lines,
within the confines of these desperate times.

Blaring are his heart's crimes.

The circle loses its form.
architecture deteriorated by ...

My gift? My curse?...such lucid candor

Thank you for your kind words, unfortunately, it is ABSOLUTELY real.
It's about as real as REAL can get.

I never quite understood when people would tell me..."YOU...aren't your 'story'".
Well...don't we have to be? Part of what we've lived? What we have survived? What we've been blessed with ...

Eyes puffy
from all the tears I’ve cried.
no more tears left to cry.
The tears have run dry.

Why did you go skiing that day?
This is one of those times when I would have “told you so”.
Like you would have “known”.

Well, you finally made the evening news…
“30 year-old Denver man fatally injured in ...

Creativity, emotions, thought
pour out.
Don't even know what all the words mean
they just need set free.

For years I been taught to shut-up,
keep it all bottled-up.

Some days words just come
they don't stop, they race out FAST...

OH SNAP! If only I could RAP!

Every dude I've ever been with ...

I'm with Joel on this....that is the most amazing compliment you could give a an artist...no matter what medium it is in relation to. Than you for sharing!

Why is it I love everything you write? Is it because you have my voice..? The words, the expressions I cannot find..I wonder...for things that cloud my mind. What robs my slumber, at the ceiling all nite I stare. Thoughts I cannot bring myself to share. I secretly have a crush on your mind.

You inspire me....! Thank you, J! Have the most beautiful day!

I still love this.

Oh, I love you! I will go make-out with my ex-boyfriend (initially, it was for dessert and to talk about my bizzare day but he said the dresscode was warm AND slutty) for the next few hours, leave him frustrated, go home to my own bed and I believe that will pretty much do it. Cheers!