Lua.

cold steady rain.

that little piece of canvas drove me insane lately.

and still, i am insane.

ps. i still eat cornflake with raisins, how stupid of me.

"Ta ngắt đi một cụm hoa thạch thảo
em nhớ cho mùa thu đã chết rồi
mùa thu đã chết
em nhớ cho
mùa thu đã chết
em nhớ cho
mùa thu đã chết
đã chết rồi

Em nhớ cho
em nhớ cho
đôi chúng ta
sẽ chẳng còn nhìn nhau nữa
trên cõi đời này
trên cõi đời này

Từ nay mãi mãi không thấy nhau
từ nay mãi mãi không thấy nhau
từ nay mãi mãi
không thấy nhau

Ta ngắt đi một cụm hoa thạch thảo
em nhớ cho mùa thu đã chết rồi
ôi ngát hương thời gian mùi thạch thảo
em nhớ cho rằng ta vẫn chờ em
vẫn chờ em
vẫn chờ em
vẫn chờ em
vẫn chờ
vẫn chờ
đợi
em..."

mùa thu chết
Phạm Duy (nhạc) Apollonaire (thơ)

- anh biết không, khỏanh khắc em nhận ra em sẽ không bao giờ còn thấy anh nữa, là khi em quyết định ngừng kiếm tìm anh trong đời.em sẽ luôn nhớ anh.
yêu anh.

i can walk right through walls,

and i can look right through your bones.
You're wrinkley on your knees,

and you iron your lips for the joy of it.

we bleached our toungues,

and we talk like we're sober -

oh yes we're sober.

our tongues are clean, we're fucking sober.

we've got no reason on our hand.

then we must seperate don't we?

we haven't got a future on our hand

we must head off haven't we.

i see you through a leopard lens,

it's probably all drained with blood.

you're so blurry now like a nameless ghost.

and i'm probably just a nameless ghost.

i can see through walls and times -

but i can't see past an inch of you.

your thoughts are thick as mud, i -

soak, and sink, one too many mornings.

I sold my soul, it's too wearied.

i can't afford to be always fucking drunk,

i can't afford white gates and bright lights.

fucking load my gun and give me to god.

Such a fucking lonesome ripple.

with violet spirits poor and cold.

"I just can't understand the ways
Of all the men and their mistakes
You give them all your heart
And then they rip it all away

You told me how much you loved me
And how our love was meant to be
And I believed in you

I thought that you would set me free

You should've just told me the truth
That I wasn't the girl for you
Still, I didn't have a clue
So my heart depended on you

Although I'll say I hate you now
Though I'll shout and curse you out
I'll always have love for you
Because I am a girl

Been told a man will leave you cold
Get sick of you and bored
I know that it's no lie
I gave my all, still I just cry

Never again will I be fooled
To give my all when nothing's true
I won't be played again
But I will fall in love again "

to x: someone gotta tell me why im feeling this way. this aint right. this is true. i don't know what this is. i hope it aint real. i hope it goes away. i aint gonna fall for noone nomore. let me go already. that's right. you're so nice. but i know nice people are just bastards with real good cover up by now. i would know by now. ughhh. so stop staring at me, stop smiling at me, stop talking to me, all that shizz. ughughugh.

i can now sing the song , that always made me cry.
soak them notes, dry memories.

blinded heart.

i can now sing the song ,
that always made me cry.

soak them notes, dry memories.

blinded heart.

i can now sing the song ,
that always made me cry.

soak them, dry memories.

yellow bird.

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" If matter-transmitting was available, i'd transport my ass down to you, hold you for a while, and bring you over to my house.And i'll make you a nice bath, with those scented oils. I'd probably join you too. and give you a nice foot massage, and an all over body rub.

Then wrap you in some nice warm towels, and take you to my room. and Tuck you in tightly, kiss your forehead, and tell you: i'm not going anywhere. I'll watch you as you sleep, and think about how on earth this beautiful woman came into my life.God you're special. " - Danny

it made me so speechless it made it almost cry.

danny i wish there was someone like this along in my life.

a twinkle of that feeling once and i'll die as happy as ever.

come on yellow bird, where are you?

traffic lights.

For a fraction of that moment, i thought it was you.
The traffic lights felt the same.
The force pulling me away from the road felt the same.
It felt the same.
Except it wasn't you.
It just wasn't you.

I was on the sidewalk,
in my bikini, inhaling exhaling my usual puffs.
I felt like crying, screaming so all the latterns in the sky
would fall.
And they would bruise and burn
like I was, at that very moment.

Why wouldn't thoughts of you go away.
Why do I still think of you every once in a while.
Why do I still believe I'm not good enough.
Why do I still let thoughts of you make me think this way.

Why do I still let myeslf be haunted by these thoughts like this.

petals

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She held a petal between her tongues - chipped
Swollen and blue.

I was in love once -
And I will always be.

I loved you once this much -
And it will always be.

There were petals falling from her knees -
Pretty floral wounds need to recover.

There were crying Thumbelina's under her nails -
Soak them wet, leave them to the dawn.

Tulip fields, flattened in a book -
I will always be around in your tulip exhales.

You will close your eyes and fall asleep -
A long long sleep and I'll come to life again.


Lost in a haze but will come to life again.

crystal balls.

Softly, make her glow.

Lost and lonely dancers in the
twisting water, make her glow.
Licked daylight into dreams;
moving lips are real.

bruised lips and shut lids;

i look into crystal balls and only see the past.
But spinning on that dizzy edge;
crystal ball tell me she'll rise.
pull her hair, arch her back but make her rise.

There is this moment when i stare into the blue light;
and fall into a state of only seeing estatic visions.
baby i only see visions.
Senses are swollen to the bottomless pit;
you are gone and i only see visions.

i promised you a sonnet that was never written;
about the love story that never happened.
the heart across the ranging sea took my voice,
it devoured me, love, away with my voice.

thoughts of you pour down like summer's rain.
and it suffocates, and gets so hard to breathe -
when these tearful vines are tied shut ,
with a hopeful apneatic knot.

it'd be funny to think i love you.
it'd be funny to think i love you.