Danas sam išla na kavu s >the man< i ostalom ekipom...svi su sjebani...sinoć zvrk nije išao u grad...i tako....cila ekipa je bila tužna...THE MAN se bacio u fontanu...ima malo ogrebotina ali bit će ok....:))
zato mi se večeras uopće nije dalo ići- bit će opet isto sranje...
tanja mi je jutros javila da oda s tomon...:(...i tako...sad sam u kurcu......
My Love Left On A Saturday
My belt loosens slowly.
Reminders of you stay fresh
in murky ponds of suffocating tadpoles.
Wake me in the morning,
when the sun shines again.
It's frightening when all I know
falls apart.
And all I know is you.
Hunger squeezes me tighter.
My soul sags with exhaustion.
Ashtrays fill with sleepless nights.
Weeping intensifies my anxiety.
Can tomorrow come without you...
here today?
The cheap chandelier falls on my face.
The rose filled lamp explodes in my hands.
Pain is unrecognizable.
All I knew was you.
You.
My love.
.....i tako...sad se trpam kolačima....(moja mama stvarno zna napravit kolače)...i čitam neku poeziju written by Emily Dickinson....i nije uopće nešto....štoviše she sucks....
bolji je onaj tip što je napisao cvjetove zla....bio je dobar....pisao je o samoći...i ostalim sranjima i uživao je čovik u opijatima........:::::my hero::::......
Ah da....evo sjetila sam se neke, meni savršene pjesme....Podsjeća me na luku...koji stvarno zna izvuć iz depre......:).......i jedinog čovjeka...ali baš ČOVJEKA
THE BED
This is the place where she lay her head
When she went to bed at night
And this is the place our children were conceived
Candles lit the room brightly at night
And this is the place where she cut her wrists
That odd and fateful night
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
This is the place where we used to live
I paid for it with love and blood
And these are the boxes that she kept on the shelf
Filled with her poetry and stuff
And this is the room where she took the razor
And cut her wrists that strange and fateful night
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
I never would have started if I'd known
That it's end this way
But funny thing, I'm not at all sad
That it stopped this way
This is the place where she lay her head
When she went to bed at night
And this is the place our children were conceived
Candles lit the room brightly at night
And this is the place where she cut her wrists
That odd and fateful night
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
Post je objavljen 08.04.2006. u 20:56 sati.