Artissistic is a tumblelog.

Blank Journals

Words can be beautiful but

Is there anything more beautiful than a blank page?

White, crisp, clean,

Untouched.

You pursue its so-called purpose

and the lovely journal is tainted.

I ripped out three-quarters of the pages

just for the high

Every fresh start is a euphoric burst 

And so this trite blurb is ready 

To start over.

Relating to People

Thoughtless smiles sting

Like small talk to pass time

Apathetic ticking of a tired clock

Never strains to keep a beat

Just harmonizes with empty banter

Each word resonating uselessly

Abounding with promises of meaning

Echoing back heavy sighs

As much as waking up at seven

To overcome self-doubt

Wonder if you’ll ever have the drive

Or if you’ll fall down backwards

And break like a fragile trinket 

More importantly, wondering why

How, you’ve met no one obsessed

Enough to relate.

Perfect skin and smiles

Matching sun-drop tees

Flaunting the cuteness most

in the eyes of wannabes

And you want a peak inside

Just to see if they’re really

as happy as they seem

Who’s to say they aren’t?

Who says you can’t have it all..

Why’s it so easy to laugh and heckle 

and comforting to bathe in jealousy?

‘The Good Earth’ made me hungry for Chinese food.

Wang Lung should keep his wang to himself!

Beggars became of his children 

And jewels never made O-Lan weep.  

apocalypsepoet:

you’re comfortable
like the fade on denim
and the dust trails
kicking off a chevy’s rims.
you’re graceful in the silence
of a morning fog in the forest
where i lost my heart and
found my soul at rest.

After years of “lovin’”

I still don’t know what it means

Who are you to stand there

Like something I once dreamed 

I want it, I deserve it

But sometimes I just freeze 

Knock off my childish ways

ticklin’ me with honesty.