I Only Drink Coffee And Create
Love is hard
But I can do hard things
My heart is guided
by my moon and sun
They teach me
How to laugh
How to cry
How to breathe
How to see
How to love
Yourself
In all your imperfections
With all your cracks
And creases
Scars
And birthmarks
Your impurities
Make you pure
How to live
In darkness and
survive it
In light and
bathe in the warmth
To leave a mark on the world
Without splattering
my soul
across the wall
How to fight
Fight for the things you want
Fight for the people you love
To shed blood
for those
Who would kill for you
Art is my haven
The stage is my home
Paper is my shield
A pencil is my sword
I refuse to fight the helpless
The reckless and the wild
Instead I choose to Make love to them
Through each brushstroke
Through the letters on my keyboard
And the ink that stains my skin
I was chosen to create
To imagine and believe in the fairies and giants
That roam Our minds
I was made to teach people
How to love
How to live
How to fight
How to find the monsters and nightmares inside their heads
And turn them into daydreams
With each memorized word
Each costume change and set design
I am showing the world
What I see
Through
My
Eyes.
I want to change
People
Hearts
To sew the souls back onto our feet
With the strong that holds our hearts together
It will hurt
You will bleed
You will scream in agony
Moan in pain
But your heart will soar
It will pick you off the ground
And teach you how to fly
I will teach you how to fly.
Race passed the quilted earth and cotton sky
That make up our world
I will make you afraid of heights
And begging for one more jump.