Milk And Honey For Insomnia?

Moon Ballad of instability in the balance

Habit

slow slips in the soliloquy of appearance

shadow of the shadow of a thought

chewed without appetite

you like a knife to cut the sky and sell dear

gram per gram

you like a knife that limited words to describe the

around the obvious

only actors in the theater of climbers

mirrors and bullshit

there is a flu-like sunset, a moon in the balance on hundreds

new poets

While

even silence is not silent

everyone kneels and prays to his altar

shadow of the shadow of

think ill of those who love to fuck with their desires

you like a knife to cut the sky and sell

dear gram per gram

Do you want a knife that limited words to describe the

around the obvious in the theater without spectators

puppet pretending life

there is a sea of \u200b\u200bpaper, a moon in balance

for hundreds of new poets

Congratulation Wordings On Baby

Just a moment ago had it all makes sense


Just a moment ago and now it's so cold
Frost
under the skin and you'll give the illusion that
your mirror? Just a moment ago

chewing vacuum

Only a moment ago and now you have another sun
dreams under your skin and you

how can you say no to you? Suspended on
elusive essence
always invent
other necessities while on the sky, the clouds dissolved
and sooner or later if the resume
Just a moment ago were so immortal

Just a moment ago and now you are shaking

Snow
under the skin and you
which lies told to your mirror? Only
a moment ago it all seemed lost


Just a moment ago and now you're burning under your Dreams


and you how you can say no to you? Suspended on an absence

incomprehensible in the balance between light and atrocities
The sky takes us into the sea
crumbs and sooner or later it will resume

Southpark For My Iphone

September

wait for the clock strikes midnight. Then turn on the cigarette.
I want to say goodbye so this September. In
background music and beats that expands following the flow of my thoughts.
a while. Eye may be a while.
I think the concept of "always", a concept that I lost. I chase fragments
seconds impressions.
caress instability that is pure creation.
Moonset somewhere up there. Streetlights that enjoy distort the appearance of things. Usual
lives on their way.
Two more minutes.
a knife will be a revival will be expected as new will not want to be like I hope.
Here, here.
on. Down, chest up, lower down. August
I flows between the fingers, the eyes, every moment.
I want to say thank you. And then
.
again.
On the road of saying goodbye.
On the road of souls who know how to burn.