'art' 'life'
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Art is me
I am so filled with art
that none can compete.
I am the diversion of life
i take away pain and strife
just do you can go out and have a good time.
There is a pile of light-blue
Jumbled up with white
It could have been left behind
They're here often enough
I try to make them leave
But they end up staying here
All I can think of is
It's the words of your life
You know proof on repeat all day
Beat's by Taylor
Slim shady' so shady
Dropping bombs
Faster than you can say sabotage
Life's not what you think
If you've ever been
Are you down
For some
Of those haters hating
Down for
Making thousands of haters
That are just disguised as fans
Who won't admit they like your shi*
They're to busy
Wanting to be you
Here we go again
Watching the autumn leaves
Falling down like confentti into place
And I know you'll be long gone soon
And I'll try to be okay again
But I'm not fine yet at all
Industrial decay
Left the workers in dismay.
Jobs lost, life costs.
The buildings are in ruin
Yet the teenagers pursue in
The creative inspiration
This nation chases them away from.
Deliberate and focused
I have stopped here
at the entrance of the cemetery,
pondering the many different diverse deceptions
She gathered books like clouds and the words poured down like rain.
She uses the everlasting storm to release her pain.
Once the lightning strikes, the universe is yet at ease.
A year ago I cried.
I watched the ceiling fan all day long, simply watching the day pass, waiting for the sunlight to stop shining through my sheer curtains.
