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Les étrangetés du cerveau un peu tordu d'ArinaApril 22 As it's been said. He said''I've waited for 18 years already'' She answered''Could you wait 18 more?'' And later She said ''I could. I will. Even if it never comes.'' February 16 Jaded-AerosmithJaded-Aerosmith Hey February 15 Season-The Academy Is...Season-The Academy Is... Wake up, think fast, three weeks have passed. February 14 Ashamed-to-be-single-day.Des tonnes de chocolats de vendus. Des amoureux qui s'embrassent.
Pour la St-Valentin, ma maman m'a acheté de la crème glacée à la pâte à biscuit! February 11 Lillian-Plus 44Lillian-Plus 44
The place I used to live, made me feel like a tourist I couldn't coexist with the cold and suspicious When the last remaining light was starting to filter It seemed the perfect time to step into the future Your heart is a grave to be perfectly honest Your mouth's a smoking gun And you smile while your twisting the knife in my stomach Until everything is gone Take all you can from me I've got weak constitution I'm led so easily So easily I left it all behind, in the dead of last winter I left it all behind, but the question still lingers So long forgotten friends, no, you don't know the difference Between love and submission, and I'm not that obedient Your heart is a grave, to be perfectly honest Your mouth's a smoking gun And you smile while your twisting the knife in my stomach Until everything is gone Take all you can from me I've got weak constitution I'm led so easily So easily And she's trying to sleep it off With her head on my shoulder And I'm trying to keep it out Of my thoughts when I hold her (Take all you can from me) And I'm trying to sleep it off With her head on my shoulder (I'm led so easily) And I'm trying to keep it out Of my thoughts when I hold her Your heart is a grave, to be perfectly honest Your mouth's a smoking gun And you smile while your twisting the knife in my stomach Until everything is gone Take all you can from me I've got weak constitution I'm led so easily So easily  February 10 Miss you-Blink 182Miss you-Blink 182
Hello there, the angel from my nightmare the shadow in the background of the morgue the unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley we can live like Jack and Sally if we want where you can always find me we'll have Halloween on Christmas and in the night we'll wish this never ends we'll wish this never ends (I miss you, miss you) (I miss you, miss you) Where are you and I'm so sorry I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight I need somebody and always this sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting every time and as I stared I counted webs from all the spiders catching things and eating their insides like indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason will you come home and stop this pain tonight stop this pain tonight Don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you) don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you) Don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you) don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you) Don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you) don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you) (I miss you, miss you) (I miss you, miss you) (I miss you, miss you) (I miss you, miss you) February 07 I Promise Never To Get Paint On My Glasses Again-cLOUDDEADI Promise Never To Get Paint On My Glasses Again-cLOUDDEAD
out for the view..
i can gather myself once as a very fairly small human, mouth made out of glass. i am my habitat, antidote and what ripped his face off wasn't even a pain killer, faceless and a boyish numb uncomfortable, he can't sit. artificial day skeleton keeps him up all night (up all night), puts himself away. he... a wise man once said, "fuck 'em if they can't take a joke." there is a me, in every kindergarten, and there is a me, bigger than a raccoon, smaller than a building, smaller still, smaller still, afloat with music on.. better feeling, "aw, who you tellin'!" "everything happens for a reason. i promise to never get paint on my glasses again. "you can't rip art 'cause it's just art." the blood, the ink, ahh yes, the ink can bury a blade. is this not the end of a blizzard twice the size of a rain cloud gone bad? i'm burning puddle after puddle after puddle..." i wonder what my mother looked like pregnant, i've classified water damage as art. ruining things, trilobite out on the town painting things, in accordance with my weird ordinance. my style is glass cutter, delicate/intense. why, i haven't the mind for books, shooting out the moonlight with my tongue, depression in a vacuum. chest pains and violent nightmares, brought me to this patch of grass and sun. beauty is in the dead bolt, i'm a lonely frontier boy, sordid terminal man. primitive doll making and suspicious plant eater ogling at the magnetism. a nibbler with cheap shades on and no contacts in. pack leading nuissance with a way with kids, open envelope.. "bringing sand to the beach" cutting off... "the difference between motion and action" moving out... "bringing sand to the beach" watching all the book toe be get quiet, 'til we both avoid eye contact together, running into sitting people i sold tickets with. i'll have one of your finest coffees and a table for one in the dark. writing on the bag i bought stuff in... all these suckers today phone calls tomorrow take out the garbage briefcase with issues
i am my name tag a party with loans out credit! be or be broken, let artists clear stables. i don't make up the check! words, i just live here, same stuff, different part of the mess. disowned collection, joined metronome, leave monotone alone, i am the master of the works and all their whereabouts. portable leash for the implement, grand unveilment. if the chisel breaks, it's got to be loud enough to sustain the builder. we.. oooffff...talk it out, token go getters go get it enamored with something to..ughhhhh... risk in the winning folk, subtle yet solemnly..ahhhhh.. extinction of saturdays inward to inward. its confidence, i'll work for now...yeaahhhh... i open the doors with no physical force. zip codes ain't permanent, i can roam 'em all simultaneously. real hard work comes easily, invest carefully. rest this weak spell, a recipe, on the travel i broke the rulers. dancing with no shoes across this everyday stage, these everyday non-coincidence brought about by living and doubting nothing special. we need a real war, give me a field, a field day and i only have time for explosions. sleeping baggage, cat in my lap, a card at play, help to a promise, dove in the subway. loose change, in held, loose leaf, dormat. wearing the fake nose glass, mustache.. hide behind this blade or under this sky, it's like in the movies except for no ending. yeah, i urinate in a cup for the art of it, and you'll dissect all of it. i water storage, poet like desert. there's a lightbulb in my skull that dies everytime i try to look down or rest. all cat owner can do is laugh at circus material. never want to open my eyes, the world only furthers my argument. in searching for the perfect flat, i feel so concerned. nobody wins, you're all walking pictures of foot in mouth. although a unicorn ride would charm. let's call it hip hop, you don't got to be innercity or inbred. or clear my skies like desert. i'm in the state of "yo," my peeps, they gather at the borders. waiting up all night for bills. if this is supposed to be a revolution, where are my..? why don't you just..? one man's floor is another man's floor with a pillow on it. and sure, the invisible enemy is a thirteen year old computer hacker. times are hard, keeping a fish tank alive is harder. and i'm supposed to be some sort of anti-christ. people like me most happy. well if that's true, why am i hellbound at the pearly gates? the spoon king in the soup, drought like desert. it's all the same shit but they call it clouddead, i only got two hands and half a head.. February 06 My Selene-Sonata ArcticaMy Selene-Sonata Arctica
Nocturnal poetry: Dressed in the whitest silver you'd smile at me Every night I wait for my sweet Selene But still... Solitude's upon my skin A Life that's bound by the chains of reality Would you let me be your Endymion? I would Bathe in your moonlight and slumber in peace Enchanted by your kiss in forever sleep But until we unite I live for that night Wait for time Two souls entwine In the break of new dawn My hope is forlorn Shadows they will fade But I'm always in the shade Without you... Serene and silent sky Rays of moon are dancing with the tide A perfect sight, a world devine And I... The loneliest child alive Always waiting, searching for my rhyme I'm still alone in the dead of night Silent I lie with a smile on my face Appearance deceives and the silence betrays As I wait for the time My dream comes alive Always out of sight But never out of mind And under waning moon Still I long for you Alone against the light Solitude am I In the end I'm enslaved by my dream In the end there's no soul who'd bleed for me Hidden from daylight I'm sealed in my cave Trapped in a dream that is slowly turning to nightmare, Where I'm all alone Venial is life when you're but a dream, The book is still open the pages as empty as me [SOLO] I cling to a hope that's beginning to fade Trying to break the desolation I hate But until we unite I live for that night Wait for time Two souls entwine In the break of new dawn My hope is forlorn We will never meet Only Misery and me This is my final call My evenfall Drowning into time I become the night By the light of new day I'll fade away Reality cuts deep Would you bleed with me My Selene? February 05 What Went Wrong-Blink 182What Went Wrong-Blink 182
I'm sick of always hearing All the sad songs on the radio All day it is there to remind An over sensitive guy that he's lost and alone, yeah I hate our favorite restaurant, Our favorite movie, our favorite show We would stay up all through the night We would laugh and get high, and never answer the phone I can't forgive, can't forget Can't give in, what went wrong? Cause you said this was right You fucked up my life I'm sick of always hearing Sappy love songs on the radio This place, it's fucking cursed and it's plagued And I can never escape when my heart it explodes I can't forgive, can't forget Can't give in, what went wrong? Cause you said this was right You fucked up my life I'm kicking out fiercely at the world around me What went wrong? I'm kicking out fiercely at the world around me What went wrong? I'm kicking out fiercely at the world around me What went wrong? I'm kicking out fiercely at the world around me What went wrong? I'm kicking  Lullaby-Shawn MullinsLullaby-Shawn Mullins
she grew up with
the children of the stars in the hollywood hills and the boulevard her parents threw big parties everyone was there they hung out with folks like dennis hopper, bob seeger, sonny and cher now, she feels safe everything's gonna be all right she still lives with her mom But, everything's gonna be all right I told her I ain't so sure everything's gonna be all right everything's gonna be all right
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