JealousI am jealous of the water that gets to touch you. How it gets to run down every part, every crease of your body Caressing your skin Washing over you with its gentle embrace, when you are feeling down or dirtyJealous
PreciousJust to look and maybe stare To admire who is there Just my eyes oh what I see Your beauty there in front of me Just so simple is your smile Like a flowers' beautiful profile Just to hold and maybe kiss Tate the flavour of your lips Just to have you in my life Like the moon in the sky at night Just to be just what we are My precious still waterPrecious
No need for wordsDon’t ask me why tonight I let the tears fallNo need for words
Why my eyes doesn’t seem to get dry Don’t ask me why I am whispering your name Why I want to yell my pain This is leaving me speechless, words seem so meaningless
There’s no melody that I can sing to you
No matter what I say, no matter what I do
Everything looks so meaningless tonight
Nothing seem to express how I feel
Telling you why I cry is like telling you why rain fall I just can’t see why I should still follow the flow Maybe I should just let myself drown in the river Telling you why I close my eyes l
Writers Don Make This Stuff UpWriters Don’t Make This Stuff UpWriters Don Make This Stuff Up
Before I could go anywhere, I needed my map. Traveling through the deep creases of the brain is not what I like to consider an easy task. The hallways intertwine and lead in every which direction. Rooms and stations are mislabeled, in some areas the dust is so thick you can’t remember what direction you were headed, and I always find that the moment I think I’ve figured something out—they’ve gone and changed it again. Yes, I would need my map. There would be no getting lost today. This was important business and I could not risk the expe
Remembering PeopleThe butterflies are dying today. I heard them beating against the windowpane in my sleep. They fell from the skies in translucent blankets, hundreds of thousands of them, a menagerie of corpses smeared onto a canvas of mountains and waterfalls, little dots of painted powder stains. I mourned for them whenever I had the heart to spare.Remembering People
I am an artist, when I feel like it. Have you ever seen those calligraphy paintings of Chinese mountains crisscrossed with ink trees and smudged waterfalls? I can’t do that. Instead I’m painting the acrylic equivalent today: same scenery, different medium. For the background I chose a yellow-blue wa
just kill itits wrong its all wrong i hate it its too big everything is too big i just want it gone why wont it change whats wrong with it shut up shut up its ugly go away why is it even here its just never good enough i just want it gone destroy it it deserves nothing nothing but pain just kill itjust kill it
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