April6 ComfortSome nights IFind comfort in thatI am notThe only oneWho is a failureIn love, lifeWriting, joyFriendships, art, speakingAnd all else.Other nights,A sweating, weepingMess, I wake.
April5 TrystYour beautiful backBillowing like summer cloudsThrows me in a trance.I'm in love, but weHave never met, and neverWill. Forget about me, I Will.
April4 WonderI often wonderHow it would feel to be G-dBut I've always known.
April3 HeavyI am but A heavy oil Painting, That will never dry. The paint is thick And picture Incomplete. But my mouth is dry, And thus,
April2 OnceI was once a good person. I woke up. Awake, I feel ugly and useless. Asleep, I feel
April1 What Is This Dream? Qué es este sueño? That I cannotAwake from nor remember. BitsAndPiecesA cat laying
Breath15 a minute, 900 an hour, 21,600 a day, 7,884,000 a yearThis is how I breath.In my 15 breaths, 20 children die.And in a year I waste 7,884,00 breathsBreaths that could save a life or a love or the world but instead I waste them.I don't understand.Because I don't stop thereNo!I waste your breath as well.And so I don't object when you take the breath from my lungs in a rush of passionNeither of us comprehends, because it belongs to you anyways.In my wasted 126,144,000 breaths, I have done nothing worthwhile,But the future is a big place (supposedly)
StarsI found stars of tea this eve. They were almost beautiful.I realized these stars held my future, andTry as I might to arrange them into my desired constillationsThey move no more than the dead.My belly becomes the holder of myFuture, now that I've sipped half the tea away,and all the stars are gone and because I took so long the tea is cold and I wonder, Like the night I sat with a girl I wasn't sure I loved by the riverI wasn't sure existed; I wonderIf this is what G-d feels like.Does s/he stare into rivers of tea and stars and wonder about the future?Does she want to catch a body whilst coming through the rye,Or would she prefer to just meet and talk instead?I've reached the pinnacle of my journey; the bottom of the cup.I found the stars again, in tight-knit nebula emitting aKind of pure radiance only I can see.Which is probably what love is like.Unable to reach any conclusion I pour the last bit of tea out.I find no answers to the questions I pose.Tonight, I though
J'eris en FrancaisJ'ai écrit dans français aujourd' hui,Parce que quand je fais, je sentisBel.Je sais ça moi ne suis pas,Mais tu je laisses j'ai mon amusant.
Cita en El QuirofanoSi tan solo pudieras entenderMil veces te lo explicare otra vezEres tan buena pretendiendo que estas bienEvitar palabras de mas excusas inventarPoderte tocar no puedo pararTe juro que yo no puedo pararSi "hola" no te hubiera dicho yoJamas tendriamos tener que decir adiosNo me mereces...Yo soy mucho para tu corazonEsta discusion a nada llegaraPues no haces ni el minimo esfuerzoDejame...dejame opinarTenemos una cita en el quirofanoVendra el doctor me aplicará cirugiaMe sacara el corazon...Transplante de corazonAhi te va mi dolor...Mentiras dijiste saber por queEs algo que siempre eh querido saberInventare algun castigo para hacerte sufrirLas cosas no se van a quedar asiPermiteme hacerte sufrir por favorPues no existe el amorTenemos una cita en el quirofanoVendra el doctor me aplicará cirugiaMe sacara el corazon...Transplante de corazonAhi te va mi dolor...Robame el dolor...Quiero que sepas que se sientePara que me pidas perdon...(Dolor)Tenemos u
This is my life.This is my life,The one Ive never lived before.These are my dreams,The ones Ive never dreamt before,These are my scars,The ones I show my new friends,These are my promises,The ones I think I can keep today,These are my fears,The ones I am trying to let go,These are my mistakes,The ones I will never make again,These are my words,The ones Ive never said before,This is my smile,The one Ive never felt before,These are my eyes,This is the first time I have seen your face,This is my love,The kind that would never die,This is my skin,The one Ive never fit before,This is my heart,The one that beats today,This is my day,I swear I was never alive before,This is my pride,The one that is not ashamed of the person I am today,This is the best I am,The one that is always good enough,These are my letters,That I write to you,This is my soul,The one that is connected to you,This is my first love,The one that could never stop,This is my lo
Land of Honour and GloryThe shadows try to break our will,And fight on we shall still.With honour, truth and light,Against this evil, we will win the fight.To bring back our land of glory old,Never allow our passion to grow cold.Don your armour, ready your bow,The land of honour, we will never let go.Now raise your voice triumphant!Your sword and shield.For even when we fall,We have brought our home closer to us all.
I once tried to email God.Here is the reply i received: