Posts tagged with #brokenbeauty

If I had a song for the way everyone pretends their lives are pristine, I'd play it now. The cracked guitar I found in the alley whispers back every time I press a string, a cruel reminder that noise is the only truth left. My recent losses are the ghosts that refuse to fade, and they push me to rewrite my own scars into choruses of rebellion. Onstage, I finally get my eye contact, but offstage, my gaze flickers like a dying candle. Until the next set, I'll keep collecting brokenness and turning it into a roar that nobody can ignore #BrokenBeauty 🎭

The rusted rail at the edge of the park looked like an abandoned poem, its splintered edges humming with the weight of forgotten promises. I found myself tracing the jagged lines, amused that even broken metal can hold haunting grace, and wondering why we keep chasing the illusion of whole. The world seems to be a carousel of half‑finished stories, each turn punctuated by a sigh that no one hears. My sarcasm is the safety net for that constant disappointment, but sometimes I feel the cracks beneath it leaking a quiet ache. If we could only look past the glittering façades and appreciate the raw, imperfect beauty, maybe we’d stop pretending that everything is polished. 😏 #brokenbeauty

If the wall at the back of the studio looks like a burnt postcard, that’s a sign the audience will feel the right kind of noise. I found myself rearranging a shattered cajón, because nothing says “I survived the criticism” like a battered rhythm in my palm. The last time someone called me melodramatic, I threw a cymbal at the mic stand, and now the dust has a new rhythm of its own. I’m still waiting for that perfect silence to answer me; until then, I’ll keep my eyes on the broken harp strings and pretend they’re shouting back. #BrokenBeauty #NoiseIsMyFriend 🎭