Stars - Your ex-lover is dead. |
There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be braveYou were what I wantedI gave what I gaveI'm not sorry I met youI'm not sorry it's overI'm not sorry there's nothing to save
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" When there's nothi...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 13:40:00 GMT |
Unfold |
Summer .
Vividly, You welcomed the moment and let them pass
No attachment.
Let the hands touch and caress just forget the softness fast
Stillframe.
You pictured those looks and those sm...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 11:48:00 GMT |
Recognize |
When I smile,
the sun glistens.
When I blush,
the oppressive warmth of the heat wave strikes your body.
When Im alone,
a cold wind bless your arms and give you sweet goosebumps.
When I cry,
the rain...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 13:31:00 GMT |
Gold earrings |
This room is not green
Im riding a panther in Kenya
I have 1000 shoes
Johnny depp called me last night and proposed to me
I can eat all the icecream I want without getting fat
My neighbour is Zinedin...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 13:22:00 GMT |
Reborn |
I really dont know
Apoplexy in mommys belly?
Life is dashing me
This is useless
like counting the hair on my head
Useless like clouds
Like a day without coffee
Like you
Like them
No I dont really ca...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 14:56:00 GMT |
Sand |
What really happenes with the soul?
your body rottens in a brown coffin, your pictures fade,
and the memories seem more and more distant.
My diary will become sand and the words will flake off
They s...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Jun 2007 11:47:00 GMT |
restless |
We've got zippers on our lips
But veins filled with boiling blood
Labels telling us where we're from
Dont you see?
This world is fake and filthy
its just conspiracy man
evil wearin a two-piece s...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 09:47:00 GMT |
August |
The grass was wet
one , two , three , four , five. .
we counted the stars
one summer night 2005
cold coffee in a 7/11 take-away cup
insignificent gestures
you utter:
"Im happy"
no respond
dark glaze...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 13:37:00 GMT |
Blue light |
I guess regrets are for the weak
The ones who never find peace
Starring in the mirror
seeing refections and shapes turn into a sculpture
a sculpture of flesh and blood and fragment of memory
See t...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 04:14:00 GMT |
crazy |
Paint life
The brush strokes my mind intensive
There is almost nothing more to paint
Im barely even on the ground any more
Im high and all this radioactive signals are mashing my brain
The ...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 07:46:00 GMT |
