i want to be known for my kindness and my passion, my fire and my heart.
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center stage
"he was no god, just an artist. and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god."
crushed by an inability to follow my gut, he released the demons on me.
my heart may hurt, but evil is no match for a spirit like mine.
protected by the souls from which i came,
i have no choice but to let them move through me.
his wicked ways are drown in a paradise lost
before the blade ever touches my skin.
xx
archangel choir
there is a certain darkness to these things, the people that take before they learn what comes with time.
i have been pulled by the strings of the selfish, a victim of my own innocence.
man conquers, but he does not give back.
who starts a fire just to let it go out?
i want to hear you go inside yourself, empty halls that echo a driving madness.
a destructive force that you never cared to master,
i wouldn’t want to be like you.
x
new york city kids
"an artist in her home"
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"i'm at carbone eatin' cesear salad with my sugar daddy"
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skid row
los angeles, CA.
"you cause arrows to fall short,"
“you cause arrows to fall short,
and force demons to disperse,
and if Lucifer fears the swift drying of tears,
then for evil,
you could not be worse.”
"and when your heart hurts, day like today are the antidote"
home. chelsea, manhattan. dec 2020.
there’s moonlight in her eyes.
her floating’s coming to an end.
she takes a step to leave romanticism,
but it always pulls her back in.
is it yes or is it no,
so many things to so many people.
a life like her’s is hard to find,
a brave girl living her truth, amongst the blind.