| merry little christmas huhh... |
[Dec. 25th, 2011|02:35 am] |
"god knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts...
...and if your homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold it"
how apt.
good night heartache... |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 3rd, 2011|11:52 pm] |
where whatever remains is corruptible and disintegrates... |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 26th, 2011|01:53 am] |
| [ | music |
| | prospekt's march/poppyfields - coldplay | ] |
i could reveal in a stick of joy,
sealed within the incense of nigh.
and all shall pass.
this too… shall pass.
this unsettlement; anxiety
of the unspoken,
burns the very soul…
this magnitude; weight
of every word,
i can't feel it anymore... |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 7th, 2011|05:13 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | a girl, a boy and a graveyard - jeremy messersmiths | ] |
tread water,
stay afloat.
for air, for you...
draining and wearing,
expecting next to nothing...
i would hold on if there was something,
however small a drift wood it might even be.
help me,
perchance i graze the bed of the sea... |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 19th, 2011|03:22 am] |
| [ | music |
| | erla's waltz - olafur arnalds | ] |
i`m not very wise
couldn't comprehend why
i just simply
and
remarkably...
ached. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 14th, 2011|02:13 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | postcards from far away - coldplay (on loop) | ] |
cruel wall,
the vain rupture of thine.
an edifice that sunders and sever...
yet you are not blamed,
"the glow burns more intensely
for being covered up..." |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 11th, 2011|12:01 am] |
| [ | music |
| | tennessee - hans zimmer | ] |
"i wake up and you're not there
but your clothes are in the closet
and your scent's in the air
if it ain't an answer
i don't care
why was i born?
well i was born to love you..." - david baerwald |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 8th, 2011|02:44 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | you and i - ingrid michaelson | ] |
 03/09/11
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 31st, 2011|02:54 am] |
| [ | music |
| | about you - ryo yoshimata | ] |
alas, it was but an empty dream.
a haunting void then followed suit.
in this empty dream,
i was waiting.
like vladimir and estragon
endlessly waiting in vain...
but in this empty dream,
i was waiting; alone.
for godot nonetheless,
infinitely weary and drained...
alas, it was but an empty dream... |
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