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22 aprile 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.'' 16 febbraio Jaded-AerosmithJaded-Aerosmith Hey 15 febbraio Season-The Academy Is...Season-The Academy Is... Wake up, think fast, three weeks have passed. 14 febbraio 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! 11 febbraio 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  10 febbraio 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) 07 febbraio 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.. 06 febbraio 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? 05 febbraio 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
04 febbraio Almost Easy-Avenged SevenfoldAvenged Sevenfold Almost Easy I feel insane Every single time I’m asked to compromise ‘Cause I’m afraid and stuck in my ways And that’s the way it stays So how long did I expect love to outweigh ignorance? By the look on your face I may have forced the scale to tip I’m not insane, I’m not insane I’m not insane, I’m not… I’m not insane (Mother) Come back to me it’s almost easy (Said it all) Come back again it’s almost easy Shame pulses through my heart from the things I’ve done to you It’s hard to face but the fact remains that this is nothing new I left you bound and tied with suicidal memories Selfish beneath the skin but deep inside I’m not insane I’m not insane, I’m not insane I’m not insane, I’m not… I’m not insane (Mother) [Almost Easy lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com] Come back to me it’s almost easy (Said it all) Come back again it’s almost easy (You’ll learn your lesson) Come back to me it’s almost easy (But first you fall) Come back again it’s almost easy Now that I’ve lost you it kills me to say (Hurts to say) I’ve tried to hold on as you’ve slowly slipped away I’m losing the fight, I’ve treated you so wrong now let me make it right (Make it right) I’m not insane, I’m not insane (ha ha ha ha ha) I’m not insane, I’m not… Not insane (Mother) Come back to me it’s almost easy (Said it all) Come back again it’s almost easy (You’ll learn your lesson) Come back to me it’s almost easy (But still you’ll fall) Come back again it’s almost easy  It Hurts-Angels And Airwaves"It Hurts" It hurts... [x17] Is this what you want? 'Cause everybody acts without a clue Every little kiss and grin you gave Was just a little bullshit I saw through The alcohol is scented with your breath You're always all done up to just be used I'm waiting for excuses that deceive I'll meet you in the back to see them through How did I let her inside? We're dripping of sweat, I'm feeling alright Her lips were the last thing touched tonight Your best friend is not your girlfriend It hurts... [x17] Are you out of your mind? You dug yourself into a liar’s hole You made a little spark to live inside It’s now a fucking fire out of control And when the morning comes you’ll act surprised And when the word gets out it will get old And every day you’ll try to live your life And every little scandal will unfold How did I let her inside? We're dripping of sweat, I'm feeling alright Her lips were the last thing touched tonight Your best friend is not your girlfriend Sherrie, do you want it? Sherrie, I want it too Sherrie, do you want it? Sherrie, I want it too How did I let her inside? We're dripping of sweat, I'm feeling alright Her lips were the last thing touched tonight Your best friend is not your girlfriend (It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts) (It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts) Your best friend is not your girlfriend (It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts) (It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts) Your best friend is not your girlfriend (It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts) (It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts) Your best friend is not your girlfriend (It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts) (It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts) Your best friend is not your girlfriend 31 gennaio Pourkoi?On m'a un jour envoyé cette chanson là en me disant qu'elle parlait de moi.
Pourquoi-Les Respectables
Je ne savais pas comment m'y prendre
Jouer le dur ou bien le tendre? Mais j'voulais tellement lui apprendre Ce qu'il lui faut pour se defendre Secret, son jardin est garder Des souvenirs fermer a clé Un jour elle sera liberée J'veux etre là pour l'ecouter Quelqu'un qui saura la comprendre... Quelqu'un qui est pret a l'attendre... Pourquoi? Pourquoi??? A-tu peur de ceux qui t'aime? Pourquoi? Pourquoi??? Tu te bats contre toi-même? Un jour tu ouvriras les yeux Decouvriras ce qu'il y a de mieux Pour toi! Pour toi!!! J'espere qu'un jour elle s'ouvrira Qu'un jour nous lui donneront le droit J'espere que je serai toujours la Le jour ou elle nous sourira Qu'enfin elle aura pardonner A cette vie qui l'a blesser Nous seront la pour la comprendre... Elle doit s'aimer sans plus attendre... Pourquoi? Pourquoi??? A-tu peur de ceux qui t'aime? Pourquoi? Pourquoi??? Tu te bats contre toi-même? Un jour tu ouvriras les yeux Decouvriras ce qu'il y a de mieux Pour toi! Pour toi!!! 27 gennaio Distraction-Angels And AirwavesDistraction-Angels And Airwaves
I'll be your distraction. I'll be your distraction. There's a field near by, with words written in stone. "My love will not die; please let it be known." This place is dead, it echoes through town. There isn't one voice. I havn't heard a sound. The planes flew in; their bombs did too. The city fell flat; the fires they grew. When the smoke comes in, it'll color this town. But I'll still have you, so I'll say it out loud. I'll be your distraction. I'll be your distraction. The friendship we made, is a waste of our time. There's no one left here, to show a future that's kind. It's a world of hate, gone incredibly wrong. We cared too late; we just followed along. And the boys went down, with a gun in their hand. Their weapon of choice, their knees in the sand. If that field near by, was still there to be used, Would you ever have known, those words were for you? I'll be your distraction. I'll be your distraction. I'll be your distraction. I'll be your distraction. I'll be your distraction. I'll be your distraction. I'll be, I'll be yours. I'll be, I'll be yours. I'll be, I'll be yours. I'll be, I'll be yours. 24 gennaio Un peu de magie...Un peu de magie s'il-vous-plait. C'est tout ce que je demande. Une étincelle, une boule de feu, un regard de braise, un sourire enjôleur.
Un peu de magie s'il-vous-plait. C'est tout ce que je demande. Être transportée, encore une fois, juste une dernière fois, dans ce monde imaginaire, dans ce pays parfait.
Un peu de magie s'il-vous-plait. Là où il ne suffit que d'un premier sourire. Là où l'armure prends vie, là où la vie ne dépent que de l'armure, que d'un sourire.
Un peu de magie s'il-vous-plait. C'est tout ce que je demande. Une lame de feu, les cheveux de flammes. Une étincelle, une boule de feu, un regars de braise, un sourire enjôleur. Une douce mélodie.
C'est beau. C'est magique. Ça fait sourire. 22 gennaio But what do I know? I'm just a mirage!Ariane, Antoine et maintenant moi. J'ai envie d'une transformation. Ça me trotte dans la tête depuis quelques temps. Un nouveau piercing, un tatouage, une coupe de cheveux...Aaaaah! J'ai envie que ça bouge! 17 gennaio Alyss au pays des cauchemards.Atmosphère lourde, tête pleine, une douce mélodie dans les oreilles. Un soap américain pourri. L'envie de retrouver l'envie. L'envie de retrouver sa vie.
Elle court, elle court. Elle hurle, elle hurle. Elle tombe, elle tombe, se déchire les chairs sur les rochers tranchants, se noie dans un océan de goudron.
Elle court, elle court. Elle hurle, elle hurle. Elle tombe, elle tombe, se déchire les chairs sur les laimes aiguisées d'un rasoir perdu.
Elle court, elle court. Elle hurle, elle hurle. Elle tombe, elle tombe, se brise les os sur les blocs de béton de se champs asphalté.
Elle court, elle court. Elle hurle, elle hurle. Elle tombe, elle tombe. La petite Alyss se réveil, trempée de sueur et sourit à la journée qui s'ouvre devant elle.
Le soleil, la douce pluie, un Lys qui sourit.
Les éclairs, le dur orage, un Lys qui jouit.
There's always a way out.
Smile.
Never let anyone hold you back.
Never let anyone in.
Leave the weaks behind.
Never forget. Never forgive.
Be youself.
Fuck them all. 15 gennaio 15 janvier 18h15Et cette impression de tourner en rond. Et cette envie de tout détruire. Et ce sentiment qui refuse de me quitter. Et cette boule au fond de l'estomac et ce frisson inscessant au fond de la cage thoracique. Ce besoin de me retrouver seule et de relever le pont-levis de mon chateau fort. Et se sentir déchirée entre le bien et le mal. Et avoir peur du mauvais choix. Et avoir peur de ne plus trouver ma place. L'envie d'un cigar.
Le besoin de se défouler. Ne pas trouver les mots pour exprimer sa pensée. La distance. La non distance. Être plongée au milieu d'un univers hostile. Réaliser que cet univers est le nôtre. Vouloir s'échapper quelques instants. Redevenir soi-même. Prendre le temps d'avoir le temps. S'installer chez soi. Fermer la porte quelques temps. Tout envoyer promener. Tout envoyer en l'air. Déverser la colère. Tout révéler. Se mettre à nu. Tuer les témoins. Détruire une vie.
Sentiments mitigés, esprit torturé. Le cou fracturé par le poid reposant sur les épaules.
Je vous emmerde. 13 gennaio Chroniques d'un Lys à demi fané.Samedi soir. La tête pleine de soupirs, les idées remplies de souvenirs et l'esprit embrouillé. Me voici donc, en ce samedi soir, dans une chambre qui n'est pas la mienne, assise sur une chaise qui n'est pas la mienne, devant un ordinateur qui n'est pas miens, tentant de replacer ces idées qui elles, m'appartiennent. Tâche ardue. Température douce, temps durs. Une bulle, un cocon, un petit nid.
Jack, mon amour. Jack, mon aimé. Jack, mon amant. Encore une fois, cet océan oculaire me manque. Encore une fois, cette silhouette sombre et inquiétante me manque. Encore une fois, l'odeur d'une peau disparue, d'un regard perdu, d'une promesse bafouée...La nostlagie d'un moment passé.
Tourmenté, torturé, un esprit s'égard dans les méandres de sa mélancolie.
Mon crâne explose...À l'aide, à moi, je meurs!
Un sourire en coin, mi-doux, mi-amer et cet air digne, encore et toujours, figé. Comme si le temps c'était arrêté. Cette roue interminable, ce cycle indestructible. Et la faille.
-Sally's Song-
I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand And though I'd like to stand by him Can't shake this feeling that I have The worst is just around the bend And does he notice my feelings for him? And will he see how much he means to me? I think it's not to be What will become of my dear friend? Where will his actions lead us then? Although I'd like to join the crowd In their enthusiastic cloud Try as I may, it doesn't last And will we ever end up together? No, I think not, it's never to become For I am not the one -Désir-La tête pleine de souvenirs. Sa peau, la mienne. Ses yeux, les miens. La sueur qui perle. Baisers hésitants. Les ongles dans la chair et le désir qui monte. Sa peau, la mienne. Ses yeux, les miens. Sa bouche, la mienne. Son sexe, le miens. Ses lèvres, son cou, son ventre. Son sexe, ma bouche. Respirations haletantes. Son ventre, son cou, ses lèvres. Ses yeux, les miens. Sourire en coin. -Désir-
La tête qui tourne et la bête qui se déchaine.
Et voilà maintenant qu'ils reposent en paix, sur un lit de pétales de rose..bleu.
Boire la coupe jusqu'à la lie et s'endormir jusqu'à la fin. Mais l'est-ce vraiment un jour?
Pfff, c'est fou ce que l'écoute d'un film peut réveiller en nous en l'espace d'un instant.
Bonne nuit, douce nuit.
24 dicembre 24 décembreÀ peine réveillée, les yeux petits, Anvenged Sevenfold dans les oreilles, je souris. Bêtement. L'odeur du Lys me chatouille les narines et se mêle en harmonie à celle du café que je vais bientôt savourer. Cette journée commence, comme toutes les autres et se terminera, je l'espère, sur une charmante note. J'aime bien le SI.
Et si je ne m'étais en fait jamais éveillée? Et si de tout cela, rien n'était vrai? Et si tout était perdu? Et si la rose s'était fanée? Et si....Finalement allons-y pour un Do. Le Do me semble beaucoup plus approprié.
Ses mains sur ma peau, ma bouche sur son cou. Une douceur, un frisson. Jack. Le souvenir de ton sourire me hante, donne moi le mortel baiser. Fais moi choisir la porte qui me mènera à ton monde.
À peine réveillée, les yeux petits, Cute Is What We Aim For dans les oreilles, je souris. Bêtement. L'odeur du Lys me chatouille les narines et se mêle en harmonie à celle du café que je vais bientôt savourer. Cette journée commence, comme toutes les autres et se terminera, je l'espère, sur une note bien plus joyeuse que le dernier 24 décembre connu par ma mémoire.
Le souvenir de la douceur du chocolat en tête, Steve Miller dans les oreilles, je souris. Bêtement. J'ai envie d'un calin.
Le café prêt, je caresse doucement les pétales en passant tout prêt. Je ne vous souhaite pas de joyeuses fêtes. Vous n'avez pas vraiment besoin de ça. Je vous souhaite tout simplement de trouver votre place.
J'entame la préparation au départ prochain pour la vallée des champs.
Je vous reverrai donc en enfer. |
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