viernes, 5 de agosto de 2011

Mouthful of Cavities

Dear, I'm getting rusty and I'm not able to write or scream. My dreams are not more dreams and the demons are knocking me down. My fears get me down again and again, but I'm sure 'One of these days this will die, so will me and so will you'



"...please give me a little more
and I'll push away those baby blues
because one of these dasy this will die

so will me and so will you..."

miércoles, 20 de julio de 2011

Dear diary

So here I am again... cold and afraid
nothing more to say

jueves, 2 de junio de 2011

Feel weak

I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is so, so dreary dream...

The dark demons that lived in my dreams escaped to reality and reality became nightmare. Then tears blurred my vision and I could not be able to dream again.


...Shut my mouth and strike the demons

Mom prays for my soul and I pray for 'our' souls (this is another story)...

viernes, 6 de mayo de 2011

Small

Y mi susceptibilidad desencadenó en llanto: un tanto silencioso, un tanto zumbico.
Mi sensibilidad está a flor de piel y me lleva por senderos pasaderos y a los que no sería prudente regresar.

Mamá está triste porque piensa que yo lo estoy y yo lo estoy porque ella está triste porque yo lo estoy.

La sintaxis, semántica, fonética y toda mi gramática se está yendo al tacho. Cada vez que sufro una bajada toda mi concepción se resquebraja dejando grietas imposibles de reparar.


viernes, 22 de abril de 2011

Dreams never ends

Blessed Holy Week and blessed New Order's song :)


My promise could be your fiend
A given end to your dreams
A simple movement or rhyme
Could be the smallest of signs
We'll never know what they are or care
In it's escapable view
There's no escape so few in fear
Give in a changing value


lunes, 28 de febrero de 2011

Say "I hate you"

I want you to admit you hate me. If you admit it I will survive, I’m sure. You are the only person I know that would put his foot on me if I were a caterpillar. Am I wrong? I don’t think so. Sometimes you’re evil (666) – A whole asshole-.

I’ve spent some nights thinking of the reason of your hate [Now I have a clue]. You shouldn’t hate. Hate is bad for heath, don’t you know? I can’t have the same feeling for you. I can’t hate or love someone. Those feeling are forbidden for me.

Do you know what is the upside of this? (Well, maybe you would consider it as the downside) Sooner or later YOU WILL LOVE, I bet you’ll do. For now, I will be satisfied if you admit your deep feelings. Come on! Just say “I HATE YOU” it’s so easy.

(8)... I am the resurrection and I am the life. I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like...

lunes, 14 de febrero de 2011

Your hand in mine

We are never alone at all. Never! There's a God above and there are angels called friends here :)

"Even when the loved are gone, you are never alone"

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!! =)
Thanks for being my valentine!

jueves, 10 de febrero de 2011

For no one

Dear no one, I'm writing to you from a place no one knows, from a heart I buried some years ago.
I've been thinking of you without any logical reason
I've been thinking of you without using my mind
I've been thinking of you or maybe it's not me who thinks. It's just something inside me that still remembers you.

Dear sweet noisy thing, I wonder what you are up to. What girl does sleep with you? Or maybe you don't sleep with her. You just need to feel someone else near. You just need to feel a breath and a skin.
I feel lack of something [you're not in my dreams anymore]
You're not more the shadow who flies, kills me and laughs. You're not the owner of my dreams.

Dear silly guy...
I miss you, but I don't really do
I evoke you, but I don't really think of you
I like you, but I don't really like you

Dear sweet nothing, I still keep awake for you
I still want to send you a long kiss and a short goodbye.
Good night!

viernes, 4 de febrero de 2011

Don't follow

El reproductor musical de mi cabeza repite una y otra vez esta canción.

Forgot my woman, lost my friends. Thinks I'd done and where I've been...

...Sleep in sweat the mirrors cold. See my face it's growing old. Scared to death no reason why. Do whatever to get me by. Think about the things I said. Read the page it's cold and dead...
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
Say goodbye and don't follow [drugs, dear]
Don't follow what makes you feel worse. Please, don't follow [me]