morningbutterflies swirl and lose all substanceMore Like This
we dance against the wind
while the flowers die
and we float in
19791979More Like This
We shared a flower necklace
We kissed behind the school building
We knew that we were lost forever
sense of gravityI wanna be a marshmallow on your pillow without sorrow.More Like This
I wanna let some sugar powder on your glossy lips, melting slowly like an evasive desire.
empty fields.this isn't what it used to be. we sat behind this window and we could see that tree outside.More Like This
they told me how the tree survived the war. now i don't know where you are anymore.
there are ghosts outside my room. and curtains are burned out. so i guess i told you that.
i've been talking in my sleep again. you were gone in the morning. pillowcase not dry.
i wish i could make winds. i wish there was some horses here in these empty fields.
neighbours aren't home. this is all a dream.
Nightmares in the daylight...There are timesMore Like This
when the sunset never comes
When the whimper of the fledgling
is a tear in my heart
When the call of responsibilities
is the trip
that sends me crashing
to the pavement
Is there a purpose
in its sadistic taunting of happiness?
Is there a window
where the sun really shines
the birds sing
and where there are promises
of whispered love on the wind?
Or do I have to go to Fucking Kansas
to hope for a tornado
and a land of very short little people
that croak like frogs
to frolicking music?
swallowing butterflies to dream...it must have been in my dreamsMore Like This
that place in between heaven and the moon
where I thought I saw you
starless and dusted of smoke
it was the time where you first touched me
where you folded the sky to make cerulean blue cranes
and lulled the sun to sleep
it was the time where you first allowed me
to feel the persuasion of your fire
to swallow my butterflies
and chance the reality of a dream
anoexiaMore Like This
se détruire de jours en jours pour disparaitre dans sa propre image
le coeur de toute amnésie
les frous frous de l'amertume
tu ne renais jamais de tes sanglots
embrasser des poupées de plastique et succomber
ne plus sortir de chez soi
vomir de l'orgasme
vomir puis plus rien