August 2009
5 posts
Ma révérence.
I remember the time You & Me were drinking milk on a field At 5 o clock in the morning. Now it’s done.
So now i say GoodBye to you And swear i will never get back I wasted too much time with you I need a break and so does my sorry mind So now i say GoodBye my dear You will never get me back Being with you wasn’t a good idea Now at your feet i’m droping my hat.
You...
April 2009
2 posts
There is a thing called love or attraction and...
Because of your vanity Ive lost all my dignity.
I am
blank.
March 2009
4 posts
PS : I hate You. (or just pretend to do.)
It’s a cold night and i’m alone in this town In a street i can’t name With my eyes on this letter to guide my tears, to feed my fears. It’s a cold night And the town is asleep Only drinkers are awake I whish they could pay me a drink to kill the pain, to feed the blame This letter sounds like a premeditated crime, like an offender dime from some criminal minds This letter...
Open your eyes, there's no illusion.
I get tired of people arround me. They pretend to be a lot. But they only pretend. At my eyes they don’t mean anything. When they’re about to open their mouth I’m not waiting for their words as a big suspence. They only are automates And only say an avalanche of useless words I am writting on the walls Sprinting the world with my words To tell so unmeaning things They only are...
February 2009
1 post
January 2009
13 posts
At home when i should be studying.
Well i’m ‘sick’ so i stay at home today. The truth is that I truly don’t want to go my (f*cking) boarding school and i didn’t write the essay i was supposed to.. I’m guilty I know. But well, what do you think about the Jean-Louis Barrault’s quote :
“theater is the only serum invented by man to combat anxiety”
Writing something like 4...
Create your own words. I'm hidden behind "I love... →
Crazy DOG & BLACK Cat. / I kissed Mr.KEN and now...
You could be to me what the music is to a music-hall, pretty & sweet You could be to me the daily drug in my veins I could never OD with But you are only a form of silence lost between science and reason You woke up in me a crazy, such a sweety crazy blues. This is My Poor Daily Blues.
“J’avais ton nom sur ma bouche comme un tampon d’or.”
– Electre, Jean Giraudoux. II, 7 (l. 2585-2586)
Read it as a gossip headline.
I only love you because you hate me. And this feeling will stay and grow up in my head as much as heroine grows up in your veins.
That’s all.
December 2008
4 posts
Xmas Sodium. Lying to you is cool, lying with you...
Lying to you is cool, lying with you is fool.
I should have better souls arround me. My head is surrounded, my mind is caught by your breathe. You perfume makes me sick now. I don’t want you anymore, you probably received this under your Xmas Tree. You weren’t in my list but YOU obvisouly were.
Be happy and smile at the same time than the shining lights of your Xmas Tree.
The...
November 2008
2 posts
October 2008
1 post
