#colorofwords

[commonalex]

SWEET TYRANT IS ONLINE

https://sweettyrant.online

[baywrites]

The Greatest Show That Never Ends

This world breathes different

With a scripted hand.

You better play your role

To keep your land.

People are scared of what they

don’t understand

That’s why we all play our part

In the greatest show that never ends.

Would you believe me If I told you

Everything you do has been done before?

That every word you say

I’ve heard a thousand times or more?

Would you listen

if I told you there could be more?

Would you call me crazy

If i said I don’t want this life anymore?

.

Because I’m a dreamer

Who knows having freedom

doesn’t mean your free.

I’m a believer in what is

Isn’t what it has to be.

Im an explorer discovering

What it is to be me.

I won’t play the part

They want me to be.

[commonalex]

SWEET TYRANT

*flashing lights warning*

SWEET TYRANT started with the worst instincts on the surface during the worst circumstances. It does not meant to struggle justifying its existence, nor is it the result of some hobby artsy jerk-off. It lives and breathes inside the crowd and doing circles around the city streets at night.

It is not to be locked away at night in a museum, it is not meant to gather dust on a library shelf. It is not a commodity of any kind, but a physical tangible copy of an emotional abstraction that exists within us even if we try to push it aside every night while scrolling until we fall asleep.

And art, as the most twisted yet direct form of asynchronous communication, is the tool chosen here to close this gap between us and reality.

Because art lives in cheap headphones that play loud music in the morning on the bus, in the notes app of a phone with endless cringey paragraphs, in the doodles on the margins of a textbook. Art exists to burst out of bodies and mix with reality.

This collection is dedicated to the people who, with their body and mind broken, still struggle, search, create, and steal back the joy and creativity that was stamped out from them day in and day out by this unending loop. I love you all in the worst way possible.

And it's also free. Meaning freely distributed. Free of charge, if you will. Made some physical copies of SWEET TYRANT in greek with some extra stuff as well. If you are interested, reach out.

<3

http://sweettyrant.online

[commonalex]

late night hysteria

sorry didn't hear you the voices in here melt into an unforgiving echo speakers jump around the room and your eyes change places every time i try to look right at them

tiptoeing i'm bad company can't follow conversations i kickstarted it was never my thing to open up

but i had something written i was across the mirror rehearsing how to tell you how i feel and was looking for the right moment but it seemed as if we never spoke the same language

maybe i got something going on with made up smiles and foolish gestures even feeling how people feel late night hysteria and a change of heart on my way back to either home or hell

[commonalex]

the wolves

thought of leaving i stepped back from the whole world to lose the wolves surrounding me all i have is me and whatever fell in my arms i had to pay it with interest with my hands bruised from digging through cement through my guts through my words i stopped letting others look me in the eyes i ain't sleeping wolves get closer when it's darker outside i'm my very own persona non grata but i swear i have so much more to give just not to you not you either yeah def not you as well thought of leaving i stepped back from the whole world i was waiting for a hand to look for me grab me tight and pull me back but the world didn't seem to miss me after all

[commonalex]

call you later

all my friends are dressed in mirror's color dancing awkwardly while looking at their shoes i miss the company it hurts when i'm embraced hands are rubbing me like sandpaper and other hands live in my mind rent free

my demons run the streets at night in the veins of the metropolis and howl like wolves unanswered cries left on the speaker as if the whole damn city tells you call you later far too busy at the moment

buildings glow like they're burning like white noise in the echo of the voices long drowned out like stars that are still hanging dead on top of my head but it's too late to take a peek at them right now rooftops have long queues for you to jump tonight

[commonalex]

spoiled (ft. tria epsilon)

are you online or just sleeping oh ok you're zigzagging lowkey i was hesitant to hit you up i think the other day i saw you on the street wrapped from the top to bottom tight in barbed wire like a statue dripping grace from its wide open wounds your body shrinks and swells with every breath you take at a tempo of a song i never heard before i didn't greet you you didn't see me but i saw it in your eyes that you were gone already and i wasn't in the mood to bother either only kept the rhythm you played with your chest and my regrets i wish i had more happy songs so i could sing them back to you what about me fine i guess still on the run struggling to shake the anchors dragging back my steps i envy you but i'm just spoiled and it has nothing to do with you i no longer have the lungs for it and you keep running up against the escalators and i spread my body on top of the rest crammed in holes of empty trains and i hope someone's gonna look for me when it's my time to get off sorry i just got your message hope you're ok *** i had a fox tail in my dream and i couldn't really fit it in my pants. i may have gained a few pounds - but still so damn fit on my fingers, all day keyboard hitting i must've lost some weight by now. if i was in the big city sitting where you're all running i would ride the escalators and we might have crossed paths like two or three times - larissa station/ omonoia/ seats of people with hats on and the train gon' pass again and again and again just like the messages that keep on coming, like the light you've never seen shining across the room from my favorite song on repeat like me creaking, i might creak when i'm asleep and fantasize of people like a giant bottle in the shape of a loop- i believe your cave must be a big ass loop, it reminds me of a shipyard, you polish the anchors, you pick a port, you try pretending that you're off to rio next week but you always end up writing cutesy lines on the keyboard before deleting them or switching them around while days, years, phone data go by in two days and i barely manage to reply to your message i am fine, hope you too

(tria epsilon on tumblr: https://triaepsilon.tumblr.com)

[commonalex]

mosaic blur

getting cheap on my emotions i'm half-playing when i'm bored i'm half-pushing back whatever comes too close chasing cars like dogs either from fear of the fomo and it has nothing to do with you i like you as an idea but i don't know if i can trust you these days i don't pay attention to what i either make or make me when i know one day they'll take it from my hand

mosaic blur upon my face my neck rocking chains turned green with their color slightly off my body lines how could i ever convince you these are not just cheap excuses sick and tired of drowning in other people's sheets i have no patience how could i ever convince you this is not a threat whenever i tell you i can't do this any longer