Art and Poetry

FS Lewis /31 I write original poetry and create original art. All posts are mine. my personal blog is @pikapunkinpie

[fs-lewisartistry]

A word to the wise

Don’t toss me your bones

My lips have curled long enough

And my teeth I have shown

If the hand don’t feed

This jaw will bite

-FS Lewis 06/30/26

[fs-lewisartistry]

I just wanted my cake and to eat it too

I just wanted to bite off more than I could chew

I just don’t want to go hungry-

I just don’t want to drown in these summer blues

Tell me, is it a wish too good to come true?

-FS Lewis 06/30/26



[fs-lewisartistry]

And I cried.

[fs-lewisartistry]

In my next life I wish to be

The bird that twitters from the trees

It’s fitting as it seems to me

Im just a pest

Who made its nest

Right outside your balcony

As I chirp my melody

You take a shot

Aimed right at me

FS Lewis 6/17/26

[fs-lewisartistry]

I wish I could keep a collection

Hoarding all my prized possessions

Preserve the moments filled with tension

But seems that you forgot to mention

That this was just a mere infraction

A fleeting, meaningless reaction

Devoid of any hints of lingered attraction

Forgive me how I have to question..

How you severed the threads of this connection.

-FS Lewis 6/17/26

[fs-lewisartistry]

Yeah I said I love you

Love ya in the way where I could hear ya a mile away

Love ya in the way where you dance every night inside my brain

Love ya in the way where I’d never ask you to stay

Love ya in the way where there’s no price for your thoughts I would not pay

Love ya in the way where I’m left no choice but to behave

Love ya in the way where I can face another day

-FS Lewis 06/11/26

[fs-lewisartistry]

Every day has turned to gray.

[fs-lewisartistry]

Too low functioning to speak from the back seat

My friends enjoy the drive without me

How do you input a word to two seconds silence?

[fs-lewisartistry]

You handled me so carefully

With gloves on your finger-

Shielded by a mask.

You knew that I was dangerous

And that protection was

An obligatory task.

Yeah, you didn’t think I’d take a bite -

In your veins,

Bubonic plague.

-FS Lewis 12/4/25

Holy shit, yall. I found this in my drafts.

[fs-lewisartistry]

The thing about artists

That most can’t understand

Is the search for beauty

Wherever it lands

Art needs a muse

And whom, they do not choose

We fabricate stories

And weave love from glance

Stuck in obsession

Lost in a trance

Our hearts are so full

They could swallow the world

For all are our lovers

When inspiration takes over

FS Lewis 4/14/2026

[fs-lewisartistry]

You speak aloud the words in my head

The ones that repeat

That trample and tread

You speak them so clear

And I hear that you know

So then why do you still

Let me sink in that hole?

[fs-lewisartistry]

Embarrassment is a noose

And I’m hangin fuckin high

Swinging feet like it’s a dance

Eyes straight ahead don’t dare to glance

At your face that I can’t bear to face

As I dangle on display

Trying to hide my shame

And all I hear is your laugh

FS Lewis 4/10/26

[fs-lewisartistry]

You know it disgusts me-

The way that you grovel-

And do as they please.

Oh so very kind -

What a nice guy, indeed-

So willing to lend a hand

To all those he meets -

He gives them everything that they need

Gives anyone anything -

But what does that leave me?

FS Lewis 4/10/26

[fs-lewisartistry]

What good are words

If they cannot be spoke?

And what good’s obsession

If it just makes you choke?

FS Lewis 4/9/26

[fs-lewisartistry]

To think of love

Is to think of death

Of all that we’d succumb

To feel undone

FS LEWIS 4/5/26

[fs-lewisartistry]

In my head

The only friends I have today

Are the drippings and droppings outside from the rain

Haunted by the silence of this office abandoned

All I hear is the pitter-patter of raindrops in tandem

And it makes ya think of the movies -

Of those fools out in the rain

Who ran desperate to a doorstep

To share all their pain

To beg for their mercy

To give them a chance -

But that life’s not for us

We live in reality

Where we dance the devil’s dance

FS LEWIS 3/31/26

[fs-lewisartistry]

Once I was selfish

I would do what I want

But now I am selfish

As in I do what I’m taught

I give up my soul

To be treated with love

And throw away my freedoms

To be held up above

The fires of loathing

And the rivers of hate

To be safe as a paragon

Trapped within glass

Enslaved

-FS LEWIS 03/29/26