Dimanche 27 février 2011 à 19:09

I need to restart.http://petit.pois.cowblog.fr/images/464045970078736701.jpg
God i'm bad.

I know where to go, who to call. Cause I'm not alone anymore.
Breaking all the signs and all the rules. Into wildness.
I can't focus on one thing. Anymore.
In time, he's not.

Cause it's beautiful and they'll like it.
I write for myself, not for them. They're stupid and will never understand.
Sophistication and softness.
Fast as a train, slow as a dog.
Never you'll understand.
Cause I'm myself, and haha.

http://petit.pois.cowblog.fr/images/10132122894411713810351455936909094343273n.jpgThe others or wonderwolrd, where I'm heading to.
Getting there, maybe in some days. Years. 21.
Flowers, spring is coming.
Soon I'll be dancing there.

Burden hair and red bag. I'm on my way, in my mind.
Cause they're so far away, they're loosing mind.
Is it enough ? Full as a glass, heavy as a bag.
Still waving to me. Wish anyhigh.

Brain starts again. Way to confusing.
Wish they still liked me. She.
Like a sun lights over clouds.
Everything can still be invented, as words.

Don't have time to sleep, it's steaming.

Mercredi 2 juin 2010 à 18:31

http://petit.pois.cowblog.fr/images/JsJaUPO5Wqt6q5tezay8VCULo1500.jpgIt's not summer yet.
Can't be exited about love yet.
Can't bother them longer.
Superficiality about being cool.
Since I've come. I'm getting older.

Wainting for the sun. Come and disturb me.
Pain and waiste.
Smiles against embrassement.
What is there to gain ?
Down, too down, into oceans.
Beside the sides,
never see you again.

Lundi 17 mai 2010 à 0:52

http://petit.pois.cowblog.fr/images/tumblrkrffcytkXA1qzwhoto1500.jpgIt's like everything I live is not enough. Like I can't go out of boredom. Status changing is required. I feel like I need something. Not to feel. Not to structure, neither control. Just to be real and honnest.

It's time to loo. Well now.

Mercredi 12 mai 2010 à 1:49

http://petit.pois.cowblog.fr/images/popup1.jpgLast year. Nov.
Thinking isn't painful. Only if it hurts.
My head' like a cake, becomes cold when there's no sun.
I wish I can't smell rats.
Almost words.

60th day of winter.

Having a life for nothing is a waste. It is only purple.

Nobody can play over the master
piece is a whole in a wood
that comes along and flaters
'cause secrets are strong for good.

5th ice. 11 of M.

I need to write in somewhere.
Ineed to write something.
Life is an unendless puzzle.
Pieces of happiness and discoveries.
Habits of people, habits of hobbies.
What's it all about ?

Nobody can ever answer all questions.
Uncertain rock.

Dimanche 9 mai 2010 à 20:30

http://petit.pois.cowblog.fr/images/tumblrkrcbzfcLby1qzw8nvo1500.jpgseek for these lies
there she goes
on the rollfloor again

she can't say what she's gonna say
but still hoping for words

good times have to be written
travel and meet people who drive their way
all these years, no time to hurt me

there are songs to enjoy
others to cry and meditate
all these artists can't become famous
anymore, there are some to fly
and they enjoy emptiness

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