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Labels: missed I struggled to structure my words.
I have no mood for work.
I'm feeling so lost ; disorientated.
I tried to ignore this feeling.
I shifted my attention to other important things.
But...
I know this won't change.
For now.
I'm all alone.
Where is she?
Where has she gone to?
Its as though she has vanished from this earth.
With no word, no messages.
Perhaps she is busy.
Perhaps she has priorities to attend to.
But...
I wish I would see her again.
Hear from her again.
Look at her smile again.
Death did not take her away.
She is still very much alive.
But...
I do not like to disturb her.
Afraid I might disrupt her.
Whilst giving her full attention, to what she desires.
I miss her.
Come back will you...
Friday, March 20, 2009
Labels: je suis malade Je ne rêve plus
Je ne fume plus
Je n'ai même plus d'histoire
Je suis sale sans toi
Je suis laide sans toi
Comme une orpheline dans un dortoir
Je n'ai plus envie
De vivre ma vie
Ma vie cesse quand tu pars
Je n'ai plus de vie
Et même mon lit
Se transforme en quai de gare
Quand tu t'en vas...
Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissant seule avec mon désespoir
Je suis malade
Parfaitement malade
T'arrive on ne sait jamais quand
Tu repars on ne sait jamais où
Et ça va faire bientôt deux ans
Que tu t'en fous...
Comme à un rocher
Comme à un péché
Je suis accroché à toi
Je suis fatiguée, je suis épuisée
De faire semblant d'être heureuse Q
uand ils sont là J
e bois toutes les nuits
Mais tous les whiskys
Pour moi ont le même goûtEt tous les bateaux
Portent ton drapeau
Je ne sais plus où aller tu es partout...
Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Je verse mon sang dans ton corps
Et je suis comme un oiseau mort
Quand toi tu dors
Je suis malade Parfaitement malade
Tu m'as privée de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidée de tous mes mots
Pourtant moi j'avais du talent
Avant ta peau...
Cet amour me tue
Si ça continue
Je crèverai seule avec moi
Près de ma radio comme un gosse idiotj'écouterai
ta propre propre voix qui me chantera...
Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissait seule avec mon désespoir
Je suis malade c'est ça je suis malade
Tu m'as privée de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidée de tous mes mots
Et j'ai le coeur complètement malade
Cerné de barricades T'entends...
Je suis malade...
English Translation
Im sick
I do not dream any more
I do not smoke any more
I do not have even any more history
I am alone without you
I am ugly without you
I am Like orphan in a dormitory
I do not want any more
Of living my life
My life ceases when you leave
I do not have any more life
And even my bed
Transforms itself into quay of station
When you from go away
I am sick
Completely sick
As when my mother left the evening
And that it leaving me only with my despair
I am sick
Perfectly sick
Arrive to you one never knows when
You set out again one never knows where
And that will make soon two years
That you don`t care
As with a rock
As with a sin
I am fixed on you
I am tired, I am exhausted
To make pretence be happy
When they are there
I drink every nighteven all whiskies
For me have the same taste
And all boats
Carry your flag
I do not know any more where to go you are everywhere
I am sick
Completely sick
I pour my blood in your body
And I am like a dead bird
When you sleep
I am sick
Perfectly sick
You deprived to me of all my songs
You emptied me of all my words
However me I had talent
Before your skin
This love kills to me
If that continues
I will only burst with me
Like an idiotic kid
Close to my radio by listening to my own voice which will sing
I am sick
Completely sick
As when my mother left the evening
And that it only left me with my despairI
am sick it is that
I am sick
You deprived to me of all my songs
You emptied me of all my words
And I have the completely sick heart
Encircled barricades
Hear you I am sïck
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Labels: violated "Who could it be at this time of the month?", whispered Annie under her breath. It was her rest day from all the dark life. The life she was forced to be in. Under this circumstances, many of us would have bailed or would have easily ended our life. Unlike us, Annie has people depending on her. Her ailing grandmother and her little brother.
Annie was cheerful and kind. Her parents were well-to-do. She was obedient and never question her parents even though several things that happened around the house were questionable. In her understanding, they were the ones who provide for her. She appreciates all that they have done for her.
Luck was not always on our side. Her parents were deep in debt when she was 15. There would be broken glasses and even faeces splashed on the door of her bungalow. Mysterious faces started appearing at the footsteps of her house soon after when she gets home from school. Ones that seem much angrier than pleased.
Finally all the disturbance stopped. Annie was feeling safe again. However, her happiness and sense of security was short lived. She did not perceive that things would turn out this way but it did. She reached home and like any other day she would let herself in to the house. She was surprised however to find her mom sitting at the sofa in their spacious living room. Her mom immediately greeted her and hugged her very tightly. Her mom repeatedly said "I'm sorry Annie" to her. She looked at her mom, her face filled with total confusion. Her mom led her to her bedroom and asked her to sit by the bed. Her mom closed the bedroom door and immediately Annie felt something amiss. She heard a 'click' sound from the door. Her door had been locked from outside. From the corner of her eye, she saw the man. The man she saw 7 years ago.....
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Labels: crashing hopes I am an emotion waiting to take form.
I waiver at every thought that passed me by.
I would like to believe the otherwise from what I'm thinking.
There are some events left unanswered.
There are also some feelings unaccounted for.
I've hurt you in some ways.
I've never undermined your intelligence.
There may be some words spoken not intentionally.
There may be some ugly moments we would like to erase.
Each time a setback happenned.
Each moment an untoward moment happens.
I just feel like running away far from here.
I just need some enlightenment.
You may not feel that explaining yourself is necessary.
You may feel that its a waste of breath.
The words spoken are the very words we cherish.
The words we read your uptight emotions.
You do not get to shun us.
You do not get to judge.
We don't ask for a reward.
We just seek some understanding.
I just need to be in the picture.
I just need faith.
Your FAITH.
Saturday, March 07, 2009
The best artist heard live. just amazing. you could almost feel his passion. Labels: great artist great songs
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Labels: what crap we go through I believe where I am now is changing the very person I was before. My personality has changed. Am i becoming more evil and senseless? You have to be so stone hearted and very unsociable to be here. Well, not most of the times. but sometimes. Always being on your toes for any mishaps or events that might happened. One thing I'm sure, I'll change. But do not know for the better or for worse.
