i was so happy i couldn't speak.
words are blocked awaiting to burst.
the cutest smile and the softest hand.

that la xinh xan.
she was the prettiest german girl i've seen with black hair and green eyes, the prettiest green eyes.

and j.
ohmygoddddd, what do i do with this obsession?!?!

Voy a pedirte que no vuelvas más
Siento que me dueles todavía aquí,
Adentro.

Y que a tu edad sepas bien lo que es
Romperle el corazón a alguien así.

La esperanza que me da tu amor
No me la dió más nadie,
Te juro, no miento.

Y voy deshojando margaritas
Y mirando sin mirar,
Para ver si así te irritas y te vas.

- no; shakira.

i will evaporate into fragments of chocolate floating in the windless sky.
im just gonna be a floating fragment, endlessly fading into the shade.
endlessly runaway, towards may, towards a glimmering summers day.
but i'll forever be stuck in winter because i love it.
when you're not a winner you'll love winter just like me,
with my strawberry tea and box of chuckling brass keys.
you'll be just like me when you open your eyes and see ahead you is the shoreless sea.
and you'll find you're just hopeless and metallic as me.
you'll see.
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I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
black.
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It's hard performing a song that is meant for somebody who utterly does not deserve it.

Tôi không biết sức mạnh thần phần siêu nhiên hay mọi người xung quanh có nghe thấy tôi khóc khi ấy không. Nhưng tôi chỉ biết rằng mình đã khóc. Người mà đã luôn che chở tôi khi bé giờ chỉ còn là nhưng mảnh xương vô hồn. “Bài diễn văn không cảm động, nhưng nhìn thì cảm động, bác nhỉ?” Khi con người ta chết đi, ai rồi cũng trở về thành cát bụi vô hồn, chỉ còn những kỷ niệm có hồn là còn hiện hữu.

Cái nghĩa trang vào ban đêm không, và những mảnh xương không còn đáng sợ nữa vì chúng cũng là của người ta thân yêu. Cả cái nghĩa trang ấy, cũng đầy những người thân yêu của bao nhiêu người.

Những nén hương cũng bái cũng có mang những điều đấy về lại được đâu.Bà ơi, sao những nén hương ấy không mang bà về lại với cháu?

I'm sorry for being mad at you, world. Spin on, Spin on. I hear crying noises with me, they're comforting. I hear future snoring at me, comforting. I hear myself, I hear memories, I hear the cracking in my notes. I refuse to breathe this air where most oxygen is replaced with loneliness now. The more I inhale the less I have. I refuse to get this solitude flowing in my veins. The more my heart pumps in the more it cracks open. I refuse to open my eyes again where life is but a blur of moving ghosts. The more crowded the quieter it sounds.

I have prepared a thanking note before night comes, before these blinds close and I remember which way I chose;

I thank the invisible dust dancing in my eyes, an incredible excuse for my tears to hide behind. I thank the lingering words slipping from my cracking throat, an unlimited source of memories of you. I thank airwaves that deliver me honey words that are not mine, nor dedicated to me to raise back the parade of loneliness I did not remember to come and see. I thank the ignorant souls that have been accidentally shattering mine again, and again, before sunrise and after sunset. Above all I thank all this skin, from preventing my decaying process to show, for wrapping up my tangled veins with flowing sickness and from turning blue and shredding during lonely seasons.

I sincerely apologize to these matters if one moment I decide to vanish and sail away, one day.

My auntie is Water, and she lives in my room now. She will be sleeping on my floor, and seeing my cow. She has a lot of eyelashes, they are quite stunning. Her face is intelligent and fully smart, but she is just a child. Well she's been with the tidal waves, you see. She's been washed away, you can clearly see. The sea washed away the adulthood she never really became to be. Dear auntie, dear auntie.

Sometimes she eats away the coconut ice-cream and tell me why she never got married. Sometimes I look at her doubtfully, wondering if there's something she buried. Strange auntie, wouldn't you tell me why your mind is washed away. You are sleeping on my floor now, you are opening my doors now. Tell me, what is scaring you today. I will sail the boat and bring you to a beautiful bay really, and you won't be so scared today.

They won't imprison you, you see. Dear auntie, my dear auntie. I don't know why you never come out on Sunday mornings anymore, it might as well be a wound's that's sore, or more. But I can bring you coconut ice-cream and you can talk about your unmarried future. And they won't imprison you anymore, there will be no more doors.

werewolves.

I was chewing on our memories, it was getting bitter. I spat it out and stuck it under the desk. But oh, it's stuck under it doesn't go way
And every time, I run my fingertips under the desk over it.

There are werewolves howling in my head, my dear.
They're howling in my head with echoes bouncing back. I see cracks, but nothing spills. You can't blame these werewolves, my head is ill. There is a man walking in my head, bony and slim. It's been so long, I almost forgot, Tim. He walks, and the werewolves follow him. Then he turns around, whips them with the fire in his eyes. Oh what a cruel service, I shouldn't have tried.

A probe appeared, blue and electric. It doesn't make me cry, it doesn't make me sick. Oh sick piece of memory, you shocked me. From the tip of my finger to the bend in my knee. They're still howling in my head, electric and blue storm. These memoirs rise from the dead, in cloudy forms.

watery veins

I step in the pond, with a halo above my head
And even though I couldn't swim, I saw palms that bled.
Oh alas, please suck these bloodlines and clear the water,
For red oceans contaminate our eyes and not let them shine.

Then the droplets came to motion, in a line.
Well I sat down, take a breath and watch again.
But as I touch the ground, I can clearly see my veins.
They're rolling out of my skins, rolling out again.

i found a genius today:

Benjamin at jinnwoo.deviantart.com

"When people are sick they get glass in their eyes
and the glass hurts like hell but its never lied
and you see the world like its made of shit
and only the sick know how to handle it
My father, my brother, with their bleeding eyes
my friend, darling Adele, who's hair is on fire
The glass shaves me closely and leaves my skin sore
But your skin is peaceful, i would never put hands on it George."

"I make my excuses and leave, only to find you in my bed and it's dark in my room and i see your chest, a little hairy just like before except we are both grown up, atleast i am old enough to know my way around now. You lift up my blanket sheets and i crawl inside and we just kiss, and i remember your taste and the way you touch me, and the redish purple of your lips. " "perhaps your not at all to blame for all the crimes i've blessed you with, perhaps your just an easy route for me to forgive myself for becomming what i am, a self centred faggot, but i will always remember you as the man that took me away."

"I wonder, was I built here? Do i crumble and damp and mould here? When I slept they built building bricks and sticks around me, nailed me to the floor under rotting water wood, washed up in a near by sea i drowned in when I was younger and more able. My body is young but built with grass, my body has passed, and is built from glass. "

"I found a bowl that used to have sex in it so i licked it clean and spun it on my finger, let the scent linger, closed my eyes hard and imagined but it wasn't quite the same. "

"There's a poem I am writing that's about you.
And how once in every second year we collide.
I'm inhailing everything that spilling out of you
To keep me breathing well untill next time."
"I am now a souvenir of a former
I don't think i can even write anymore
I didn't even talk last time you left me
I just watched your shadow move under the door"

- hôm nay, trời hơi lạnh

- hôm nay, tôi nói về việc cố tình không muốn đi guốc cao

- hôm nay, tôi đứng ở của toilet tầng 3

- hôm nay, tôi đánh đổ popcorn

- hôm nay, tôi hát speeding cars

- hôm nay, tôi xem clip " you could be happy" và nghĩ

- hôm nay, tôi nhớ một người mà tôi nên quên.

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haha@ the term friends.

looking from the bright side, im glad these things are happening, they'd probably help me to grow up as a tough ass chick.

i hate bragging but i want to give more details to myself : i can't believe i stood up for you all the time at all the chances you needed somebody to, and now i find out what my reputation is from you. what a lovely evening it is.