A Siren’s Song

4AM THOUGHTS

feeling very inspired right now. I woke up at 3am randomly but i remembered that i hadn’t listened to Meek Mill’s new album yet so i got out of bed (while trying not to wake my daughter) and went to the bathroom to listen. and i listened to every word all the way thru and it left me inspired writing this at 4am. I also read this article about things i should avoid as an aspiring artist and i realized i do 3 out of the 5 things. Holding my work hostage, Not Being social enough, and finishing my Art halfway and then abandoning it. I gotta work on these things.

The whole “being social” thing was never my thing but lately i have been making attempts to do so, sometimes i’m left disappointed and others i am left surprised! It’s cool when you meet another creative who can relate to most of the things you go thru. As Far as finishing my Art goes.. i tend to not finish my art when someone doesn’t feel the same way about it as i do. I tell myself “ok well this isn’t worth anymore of my time, thank you.. next” (lol i like that song) And then i start on something new and repeat the same thing. Fun fact tho… i remember playing “Don’t” for like 5 people before it came out and nobody liked it how i liked it. So i deleted it from soundcloud. lol Shit as a matter of fact i remember when i played my first album Trapsoul to Fader and a couple of other Blogs or whatever and it was straight crickets in the room. 🦗🦗🦗i was like wow this shit is trash lol

Anyway, i know this is getting kinda lengthy but i say all of that to say this… believe in your “trash”.

Ok 4am Thoughts end now, gotta take Harley to school in a few hours. 💤💤💤

“I might just call your ass up and declare the greatest love of the 21st fucking century.”

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Poetry and quotes to me.. is a way to express the more sensual parts of my soul. I mean, like.. they are an intimate part of my being and they say things I wouldn’t be able to otherwise. Whether it’s your writing or mine.. we share that bond, that connection.. our souls intertwined because we are the same in that moment. You and I. All through some words scribbled on some paper or on a screen.. it doesn’t matter where. It just matters that it comes from the heart. So keep expressing yourself by writing and keep touching the hearts of the world.. and keep touching mine..

Poetry and quotes touch me right here *pointing to chest* - Eue

I didn’t know this is what love looks like: truth, acceptance, devotion, you were my moonlight. I love like no other, honey gold eyes. My Muse. I wanna steal the sky for you, give you the world. I dream of you and of what it could’ve been. I’m proud of you, though. There’s a lot to learn from you, my muse, the living embodiment of my mantra, but I was too naive to see it. I wasn’t ready for you. At least I was impartial enough to see you deserve better. Low vibrational, I was I was. So brief and short lived by God, did you mark me. This loss is so familiar, must’ve lasted eons,hell how I long for you, I’ll long for you for more eons. To mould our universes into one. Your honey gold eyes forever ingrained in my mind, you were my Frida I see myself in you, my mantra, embodiment of femininity, sapphic love and much more. Forever believe we could’ve been so much more than we could ever possibly imagine. you and I, a statement. A revolution like no other, it tasted like one the very first time our lips met, honey gold eyes. I could swear even Cupid envied us. I envy anyone who is lucky enough to lay their eyes on your honey gold eyes. These are words I never thought I could write, feelings I never thought I could feel. I long for you with every breath I take. My honey gold eyes.

I wanna run away with someone in the middle of the night and go on adventures and see the world and eat at cheap truck stops and sit on top of our car and look at the stars and just be somewhere other than here. 

Our minds are scattered all over space and time

I looked at you

And saw you

Looking at me

Eyes full of wonder

What could you have been thinking?

I thought about

Our world of wonders

And that there are more dead people than stars in the sky

But I still wish upon a star

Cause we come from stardust and we will return to the universe

As a star shining so bright

What could have I been thinking?

Your words, I contemplate on them

Like a lone sage in a silent pilgrimage

Feeling for the most minute

Movement of Spirit

Your words they compel me

To look up the night sky

And see not stars

But a whole new story

Of what Was, Is and Is To Come

A line age so ancient

My spirit falls down on its knees

In reverence to the stars

I looked at you

And I swear I saw galaxies in your eyes

Eyes full of stardust

The reflection of our universe

My mind can’t understand

The infinity of our galaxy

Yet this feels like a small infinity

I want this moment to last forever

So I wish upon a star

Hopefully my wish shoots up into the sky

To become one with the stardust surrounding us

James P. Onse & Lexi

My first magical poetry collaboration with @jamesponse here’s to more☄️✨

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When will you realize that you and I belong together

We may be toxic for one another but living another day with you is painful

The pain eats me away day by day

The moons calls to me at night, reflecting all our memories

The frosty cold night breeze prickles through my skin, reminding me of our romantic walks by the park and how you kissed me breathlessly as if I was your oxygen

“A well-chosen book saves you from everything, including yourself.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via minuty)