Unoriginal |
Il a mis le cafeDans la tasse Il a mis le laitDans la tasse de cafeIl a mis le sucre Dans le cafe au laitAvec la petite cuillerIl a tourneIl a bu le cafe au laitEt il a repose la tasse Sans me parlerI...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Sep 2008 04:02:00 GMT |
English homework |
What an attraction to ridiculousnesshow absurd- the noise inside my head...This is all new to me- ridiculousnessWhat more is there to be said.I am tempted purely by temptationAnd lead astray by my ima...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Aug 2008 04:10:00 GMT |
My dearest dear unoriginal |
I always write when I'm distressed yet never remark on the beauty of life that I do experience. I want to erase all this melancholy and pensiveness and speak only of happiness. But I am uncreative whe...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 08:40:00 GMT |
Journal |
You look upon me for dignificationMy fleshy appearance and bold words,But what will come from such stagnationother than ridiculed infection and hurt?I am certainly not the bold extrovert,Not the flame...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 16:43:00 GMT |
The quiet things that no one ever knows |
There are momentsdespite my secrecy that I let myself go.There are a few sparing secondsof captured ambiguityand I question myself with ’i dont know’.I am riddled with riddlesand smeared-e...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 23:21:00 GMT |
Fucking stupid waste of time[youare] |
My hand for marriageMy hips for childrenMy lips for[justhis] kissesMy ears to [pretendto] listen.My hair for curlingMy breasts to feed[menslust]My feet for walkingMy cunt for his needs.My ass for allu...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Nov 2005 22:44:00 GMT |
