sâmbătă, 2 februarie 2013

miercuri, 23 ianuarie 2013

black piano

Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Stephen's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.

joi, 27 decembrie 2012

marți, 18 decembrie 2012

personal statement

Write on the skyline. Shout it from the rooftops. What in your mind may seem confusion and fear, naivity and distrust is actually quite simple: I am a douchebag.
 I am not nice. I am happy. I am not your friend. I am selfish. I am not your family. I do not care nor should you expect it, silly thing.

duminică, 16 decembrie 2012

vineri, 2 noiembrie 2012

truth

This is ..what happens to other people. You see it on the news, you know? Give it ..what..30 seconds of your time? Shake your head, go back to whatever stupid thing you where doing..washing dishes or putting away laundry. You never think it's gonna happen to you.

sâmbătă, 20 octombrie 2012

yes no maybe so.

To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

vineri, 5 octombrie 2012

confessions

I only kissed you 'cause I was drunk. I went along with it 'cause people told me I can't. I care much less then you think I do. I lied more than you.