From time to time
I lock myself down
away from the rest
away from what's thought to be best
3.30.2008
Untitled XIII
I'm tired of being
awake and feeling
Having to put the mask
to achieve the task
And all the time remember
that I just have to keep breathing
awake and feeling
Having to put the mask
to achieve the task
And all the time remember
that I just have to keep breathing
3.25.2008
Silly song
Oh! what a world
does anybody knows?
And, Oh! what a boy
the one I'm falling for
when he smiles at me
there's nothing else I see
But Oh! how I know
that he's rather insane
and Oh! how I know
that he makes me feel safe
Oh yes! I can see
that he's the one for me
Oh yes! he's the one
with whom I want to be.
does anybody knows?
And, Oh! what a boy
the one I'm falling for
when he smiles at me
there's nothing else I see
But Oh! how I know
that he's rather insane
and Oh! how I know
that he makes me feel safe
Oh yes! I can see
that he's the one for me
Oh yes! he's the one
with whom I want to be.
Owl
I see shadows of light
in the dark of my night
in the bosom of my storm
that makes everything look wrong
I see flashes of white
in the black of my soul
all of that makes me act
like a grey night owl.
in the dark of my night
in the bosom of my storm
that makes everything look wrong
I see flashes of white
in the black of my soul
all of that makes me act
like a grey night owl.
Sin título II
El rocío en los álamos
que susurran al viento
Que danzando en la picada
nos comparten su tormento
Y nos hablan por siempre
de un llanto secreto
Lágrimas de plata
bañan sus ramas
Esas que hoy están
más no estarán mañana
Son las que caen al olvido
las que mueren en gemido_
que susurran al viento
Que danzando en la picada
nos comparten su tormento
Y nos hablan por siempre
de un llanto secreto
Lágrimas de plata
bañan sus ramas
Esas que hoy están
más no estarán mañana
Son las que caen al olvido
las que mueren en gemido_
Sin título I
Que triste encontrarse
cuando no hay mas nada que encontrar
Que triste despertarse
a la eterna y negra soledad
Que triste descubrir
que ya no hay nada para dar
que el cuerpo se ha llenado de vacío
que estas manos ahora sienten solo el frío
y que a mi estos días tan bonitos
ya sólo me parecen sombríos
cuando no hay mas nada que encontrar
Que triste despertarse
a la eterna y negra soledad
Que triste descubrir
que ya no hay nada para dar
que el cuerpo se ha llenado de vacío
que estas manos ahora sienten solo el frío
y que a mi estos días tan bonitos
ya sólo me parecen sombríos
Untitled XII
Version 1
A lost poem I found today
But later on
it got lost again
Version 2
A lost poem I found today
But in time
I lost it once again
A lost poem I found today
But later on
it got lost again
Version 2
A lost poem I found today
But in time
I lost it once again
Untitled XI
Winds of storm inside of me
messing with the grey mass in my upstairs
Winds that keep me running and awake
wether it is night or it is day
Sometimes the rain goes out to shake
my insight life, my own dark way
messing with the grey mass in my upstairs
Winds that keep me running and awake
wether it is night or it is day
Sometimes the rain goes out to shake
my insight life, my own dark way
Untitled XIX
I'd like to go to comfortable places in my soul
But where they are I do not know
And if the silence brakes
and the darkness takes
All the sunny places blow away
Like a million stars in the black night sky
Like a million lights in the milky way
But where they are I do not know
And if the silence brakes
and the darkness takes
All the sunny places blow away
Like a million stars in the black night sky
Like a million lights in the milky way
Untitled VIII
I see your eyes in the mist
the air, your breath_
The dew is thick I cannot breathe
breathe for me, as I will cease
Fear not! Be gone, like me
my soul
the air, your breath_
The dew is thick I cannot breathe
breathe for me, as I will cease
Fear not! Be gone, like me
my soul
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