Scribbling Dreamer
Description
Lover of dreams, of starry nights and careless freedom. Lover of Paris, of artists and writers, and of learning new ways through which to see the world. Lover of glowing smiles and chortling laughter. Believer in a love that heals you deep inside...Links
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When I came down the dawn poured into me
I shook em up, the walls came crumbling
My fists kept trembling with these salty wounds
My stolen gold inside the emperors tomb
Now painting rainbows on my ugly face
I built this cardboard neighborhoods disgrace
But I ascend and serve my feverish need
Within the confines of such chemistry
It’s the way I see
Everything I need
It’s no way to be
Let this be our little secret
No one needs to know were feeling
Higher and higher and higher
Higher and higher and higher
But I feel alive and I feel it in me
Up and up I keep on climbing
Higher and higher and higher
Higher and higher and higher
an original poem for “my Lancelot”
I can’t help but feel inspired…
c-u-n-t-a-g-i-0-u-s
DIY project: do this to my crappy cutoffs…
(Source: c-u-n-t-a-g-i-0-u-s, via wo-nderstruck)
geeky-yogini
An original poem, written this morning after a long, vivid, bizarre dream…
