.....at the end of the day, you're true personality is exposed through hard times and heart break.
you are in a deep hole that no one hears you in, but you learn that you dont have to be alone,
so you should let your feelings out.
...life sucks, .......but things are never permanent.
My strength did not come from lifting weights.
My strength came from lifting myself up
When i was knocked down...
D*'s Favorite Quotes
if there is one thing i have
learnt
in my years on this earth
it is that
you cannot look for love
you cannot chase it
it will come to you
when you least expect it
and it will leave you, too
and somehow
you've got to be okay with that
(i'm not okay with it)
a dance most likely seen in this part of the globe
requires no special robe, bring a healthy stomp upon the ballroom
floor
do it prouder than anyone before
the violin swings around the marble pillars
up the corners, through feet and hair and ears
men ask women for a dance
in other words: for a reason to feel their touch
they would swallow things whole only to feel
a woman’s lips on theirs.
there was one, who did not think further
a dare devil who dared the devil
suffocating on a big bread lump
one eye glowing and celebrating over the won attention
one eye staring, unable to function, already dead
he got what he wanted and more
felt her lips and left his body
up he goes, sees the violin and spins along, what fun
his body was soon to be carried away and buried below
he’s dancing the butterfly ever since
you may ask in disagreement
a dance of hell with a purpose of death? yes, if you want it to
be
no, if you want to read a little more
so the nights go on and the ones gone – forgotten
replaced with marvelous music and the human heart’s desire
for a good time
you come as you’ve always been and leave with less
yet feel as if you gained a continent
you come as a caterpillar in a cocoon
and leave like a butterfly
the secret is in the violin and the drums, not in your itchy
gown
the secret is in your greasy hair and your lice, not in your horse
tail wig
the secret is in your cratered skin, not in your powder poison
the secret is in layering off your clothes, not in keeping your
dignity
the secret is in dancing the butterfly and not giving a fuc
k
People are dancing to something they call
music
I thought the speakers caught a disease
It looks like everyone’s participating in a mass
sacrifice
for some god guy by gulping a bath tub of alcohol
I don’t even drink that much water
but killing your brain cells is probably cool now
what isn’t these days?
Maybe I’m just old-fashioned, everybody’s in their
bloom
while I’m lying on the sofa, dying in the living
room
Turns out I was right
a girl got hospitalized
that’s when I’ve come alive
and began to write these lines
Maybe I’m just an oddball, drawn to the tragedy
of the girl in her doom, now she was dying in the
living room