Elegance cannot be taught, but it can be built

Where I end...

the civil wars

Active Child

Only Heather- Wild Nothing

See them

I left part of my heart in Paris

No matter what they say...always keep your head in the clouds...

my hero

Call it art

Today I realized I hated my best friend’s art

Colorful and messy like her

Shifting green to purple to black

and all those other colors I don’t mind loathing

Spitting bubbles that float around configurations that make no sense

They cross the line like she does

A consistent basis of emphatic gestures and bold statements

What’s wrong with subtlety? 

Quiet dear one, with your angry strokes marked under loneliness 

Your pretty hands I’ve seen dabble in mischief like a late night thief 

I could be your sad eyes just this once and replenish your misery with black tears

Sit with grace and behold a silent wind around you

You gave me a wound once, but it’s healing

By kisses made a virgin still

Piece by piece they fly over the windowsill 

And you make enough money to keep the rags at bay

Just you wait for that carriage to come one day

To take you farther than you ever imagined

Although I can’t say for sure my love

If I will be able to see it

Home has no address

I don't work at being ordinary. -Paul

Marmoreal

I stay up days and nights

Caught in some razor blade circle

So typical

Fought with ghosts I never knew

What I found to be the likes of you

A concrete wall 

Away from it all

It could never cease to be

Let it be anyone but me

From that sickening train

To something real

Crucified nocturnal instincts

Give up the long hair for beauty

Give up the beauty for hate

Peel the art off my walls 

So we can breathe again

Hold onto the nothingness

The pseudo-brave face you show me

The hurt can be something

We pretend

A false chemical I chose to see

A blanket of misfitted adults

Adultery

Pardon the shame of growing old

Common fucking formalities

I get on tangents about drunks

And idiosyncrasies 

Yet strive to be magnanimous

I walk all day

I can’t love someone I can’t talk about the moon with

It’s shining aura beaming down and bringing me waves of nostalgia mixed with emphatic wonder and melodies

Again I glide down a hill laced with stars, stars at my feet, in my hair, in my sky

Etoile

Forget unspoken promises

Forget heartache and uncertainty

Forget all of it

For he...

For he loves like no one else loves. 

Sister. She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities.

Don't just be who you are; be everything you are

Go looking into the darkness to find the light

Running in Cambridge

Create your own reality

Today