Friday, June 27, 2008

-Crescent Moon Bay-

That night’s grit in the sky

Has brought along our memory

Halfway through, now I look back

My dreams which have passed through the West hold so many rugged hills

Love is like a traveling journal

And I will find out its secret

Seeing tears falling at the crescent moon bay

Forgotten on the Silk Road

Whose heart is it?

The heart that’s left behind alone

Is he still fine?

I really wanna love him

The eternal tears which keep that one sentence

Probably will evaporate some day

Whose love is it that’s stronger than tears?

The love that’s calling softly can melt me down

The raindrop developed into my wings which allow me to fly to my loved one’s side

F.I.R - 月牙湾

Saturday, June 21, 2008

-Paroxysm-

Fuck those songs
Fuck those statements
Fuck those wordy letters
Fuck those pictures
Fuck those inhibit words to say
Fuck those aches
Fuck those... Fuck those...

Let me tell you..
I hate to see those
I hate to see it
I am fucking tormented within
I am fucking sick with it
I fucking dont give a shit!

Call me a bitch
Call me a whore
Call me mean

Don't you fucking see
Don't you fucking know
Don't you fucking understand
Don't you fucking hide it away

You hurt me bad
You hurt me physically
You hurt me mentally
You robbed a life away
What do you want more?

Dare you
Dare you
Cut me
Slit me
To feel what I feel

I need those badly
I need it badly
I need it cause I need it
I want it cause I want it
The GOD damn shelter
The GOD damn secureness
The GOD damn sincerity
The GOD damn understanding
The GOD damn love

Thursday, June 19, 2008

-Lost in Translation-

oh baby,
paranoia is distressing...
there there baby,
its just textbook stuff..
its in the ABC of growing up...
xxXxx

the coffee's never strong enough..
induce me, sedate me...
xxXxx

all the stars in the sky and the leaves in the trees
all broken bits that make you trip up
grassy bits in between all the matter in the world
and itsy bitsy me

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

-Emancipated Twitch-

Holla to moi!

'finito exam = finito freedom
finito freedom = finito poker'
=)

i was tugged to places.
i was travailed shittin out info & facto like i'm laboring.
i was a full-timo moiler & part-timo animalia.
lately, me don't utter myself to senses.
she is puzzled from placement to paces of exile.
guess i am a 'house of katrina hurricane', a painstaking catastrophe to entirety.
mr. low confidante will be lodging and ain't decamping nor ceding.
oh my, sedate me with euphoria.
oh my, kadow me and schnuggle me.
xxx
you be my punch bag, me be your cunt
you spoil me, me let you xbox
show me my animalia kingdom, me will be treaty
you gimme atttention, me show you leniency
xxx
you show me piak sar, me show you chikuwa
you yell, me scream
you pawn, me godlike
xxx
panda heart snokey, snokey heart panda

*i feel better*






Saturday, June 14, 2008

-Panacea-

I've been overwhelmed
I've been uninspired
I've been understepped
I've been overtired

I took the Polaroid down in my room and pixelated the jinx. Jinxter like to be gone most of the time.
If I stay in one place I lose my mind. My heart drops and my back begin to tingle.
Now I'm home for less than twenty-four hours. That's hardly time to take a shower. And all I wanted was a bench to rest my weary legs.


Oh noose!!
I've tied myself in, tied myself too tight and looking kinda anxious in the cross armed stance. She is acting like a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance and vindicated she is, being not excited with life any more.
She is trying to understand herself and pinpoint where she is.
By the time I get things figured out, I've change the whole damn plan.
Talking shit about a pretty sunset and blanketing opinions that I'll probably regret soon...

I've changed my mind so much I cant even trust it.
My mind changed me so much I cant even trust myself.

Friday, June 13, 2008

-Hoppipolla-

Snokey pat, Snokey nod, Snokey go gaga!

-mind my anomalism and idiosyncrasy, due to my absence of normalcy.-
-this woman is in a dolor monody, due to solemnity of funerary.-
-heap of examination papers are excruciating.-
-amass of wordy sheets of paper, bundled & bounded, for the woman to digest.-
-she is torturously awaken from her hibernation to the realm of reality.-

* Shoo shoo, go away... schtoopid piak sar!

be back soon