Cerulean

Art is My Passion

                                 I am an artist.                              

                          I see the world 

from a different perspective.                         

                               Art is an expression

 of one's soul,                                 

                                     Desires, thoughts,

ideals, and creativity.                                  

                                     Art expresses who you are,

and how you feel,                                    

                                 When words cannot.                                   

A Deeper Meaning

I want to dye my hair white. Silvery white, with a layer of gentle purple underneath. My hair is currently light brown. Nothing special, most people have that color. My hair is naturally curly but I straighten it.

I guess you could say it's true that people with straight hair long for curls while people who have those curls long for hair that is straight. I want waves.

I guess maybe it's just human nature.... To always want more, to not be satisfied with only what you have.

Where I Want to Be

It's like I'm sitting on a wall. On one side is a seemingly endless chasm, but in front of me lies a field of flowers in full bloom. If I were to let the wind carry me where it willed then surely I would tumble backwards. But instead of being a leaf in the breeze, I am trying to make it to that meadow. To the place where roses grow without thorns. To a place where I am never left forgotten, or to be ignored. Somewhere over that rainbow there, where people actually give a care. Where he is, always there for me, to comfort me and keep me warm.

That is where I want to be.

A Lyrical Compilation

Lightning strikes inside my heart to keep me up at night.
I get a little tired, looking through the trees.
Sitting on the 405, hoping for a breeze.
Everboy's gone and they've got something to see.
I've gotta sell this ticket, get the shadow off of me.
So what is your problem?
You need to find a mountain top, get out of this town.

All around me are familiar faces.
Worn-out places, worn-out faces.
Bright and early for the daily races,
Going no where. Going nowhere.

Please, I know that we're different,
But we were one cell in the sea in the beginning.
So what we're made of, was all the same once.
We're not that different after all...

Talk to me, I'm throwing myself in front of you.
This could be the last mistake I would ever wanna do.
All I ever do is give, it's time you see my point of view.
I'm picking up the pieces,
Pulling my heart back together.

What you said when you left
Just left me cold and out of breath.
I fell too far, was in way too deep--
I let you get the best of me.

"I'm Sorry."
I don't care!
You were never there...

Shadows fill an empty heart as love is fading.
For all the things that we are, and are not saying.
Can we see beyond the scars and into the dawn?

Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just some sleep.
I've got a sick obsession, I'm seeing it in my dreams.
I'm looking down every alley,
I'm making those desperate calls.
I'm staying up all night hoping,
Hitting my head against the wall.

I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad,
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take,
When people run in circles it's a very, very mad world...

Say it's true, or everything that matters breaks in two.
Say it's true, I'll never ask for anyone but you.

Colors

This Is the World That We Live In

Sometimes the world falls to shambles,

The world that we all know.

Routine.

Day after day it's the same old thing.

We rush around as if the things we do... matter.

But sometimes, and it is quite common,

We can't seem to find the motivation.

Sometimes it's like I can't breathe, or don't want to.

Things just happen; and it's always the same.

I don't want to do this anymore.

It's when i stop to take the time to notice,


That this isn't what I want.

Or is it?

I often find myself debating whether or not I'm happy with my life.

I have attempted suicide once in my life.

I have spent countless moments, hours, days, months,

Contemplating it.

Thoughts begin to proceed to action,

I become more and more dependent upon these medications.

But I guess it's true, what they say,

The most unbearable thing you will find in this world,

Is that nothing is unbearable.

And what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.

I see truth in this.

So I guess what I am trying to say is that...

I am both happy and sad,

And I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

I don't know what it is that I want,

But I know enough to see that...

Whatever it is, I want to be with you.

----(*)----

I came up with a riddle today. Maybe it's silly but see if you can get this:

I am believed to be a doorway of sorts,
I vary in color,
But range little in size.
There are many of me,
And we exchange contact every day.
(Sadness turns me on.)
What am I?