

BloomBloomBloom
She'll never fall in love again
In fallacy swinging on ropes This erroneous playground waiting for a revenant Fidgeting with love-notes, she wept pendulous Striving to a retort from who astonished her She just gazed over the playground, lost Revealing what she feels, These flowers are ripped apart, torn, ruptured By childrens steps of fervour and zeal, to play
Were they led astray from their fields Or contending to bloom again
Tormented by her own spoken tongue Frivolous about her futile tears
Silently angui


I dreamI dreamI dream
Piano drums, a flute of drug. Easy love, please dry that tear
I hear footsteps, haunting and dragging Do you feel the moment?
This voice, this music. Yes, sing! Well faint among this feeling Happiness


Pursuit my matchboxPursuit my matchboxPursuit my matchbox
nights like this, when thousands of dreams and visions whisper to me like passionless nightmares. When I sleep I wake, and dream with opened eyes. While I wake, I dream to sleep with dry tears that lead the music.
Nights like this, I wonder about my true meaning in this ever shifting world. Amongst people that I hardly recognize, or individuals I could care less for.
My mind is such a different place than reality. Something that simulates my body doing the oppesite of what I think about, maybe reflects of which visions I dream while I constantly hum a few words of a song.


A memoA memo, memomemo. I guess it's a way to make a statement so here it goes.A memo
A flower, just one. HA I thought of picking it.. really just for you, but thinking of myself wandering around a straight path, lonely, with the lunatic inside me dragging and dragging dreams, hopes, wishes maybe.
More importantly Desire. How can we not wander when we desire so much.
I like you, hmm.. tell me what kind of things you adore, I'll be listening till you're calm.
This flower, fragile, pure, colorful, just like you. I love how it seems to dance in the wind. Sometimes it even shivers.
I wonder if it's inten
| My Sunny Projective is an Outrage. I fancy you with a twist in your tongue, hanging the words in your girlfriends playful hair. And I Might take your lovely words and kick them back in reverse, unmasked and unlyrical like my squeeky clean trucks. Tell in grinds, or rather rumble about the switches while I tremble on my tiptoes. I would tell you what I'm all about, but we can just picknick this day away, with a smoke and a drink, maybe some fruitytalk I wouldn't know what not to say. or where to start or end. I will say, I am 5 letters, 3 names and pretty short. I'll never say, how much I desire the things I dream of. sad enough dreams are just dreams. If love is a dream I'll pray to never wake up, and sleep in vica versa. Hi, I'm Gallazz loves to laugh, skate, dance, write, draw, capture moments, party, be lazy, eat, cook, listen to music, watch movies and series, the sun, the moon, the stars, to sing (allthough I can't =]) The things I hate, hmm I think I'll just leave it there. X |
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The magic of photography is not the camera,
but capturing the moment, and remembering it forever. ♥
..Call me Kate please.* ♫
hahahaha, je leest nooit!
hahahahaha xDDD
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"I jibe you for being no more than just a semblance."
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One that brings THE Irranoying and Excruciating Tone to this Rarely Peaceful Early Morning Silence, Calming all Happyness and Flops it down with his terms " GrllGrll" ,Was just a Misunderstanding and will be Executed. A Turkey!
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"I jibe you for being no more than just a semblance."
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One that brings THE Irranoying and Excruciating Tone to this Rarely Peaceful Early Morning Silence, Calming all Happyness and Flops it down with his terms " GrllGrll" ,Was just a Misunderstanding and will be Executed. A Turkey!
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