Sunday, July 4, 2010

Death Anniversary Announcement Sample

Song Perfect Wave after wave






You take my every mood, as he struggles to
maniac repeat.
strays wave after wave.
Every day my confidence
chokes and separated by fear.
daily care what happens
in your eyes confirmed
those unwanted derogation from the rules.
world will not stop for me.
do not have anything to donate
and as I do not even have to look at
behind me, my presence breaks
over two days, but
Dawn changes everything.




Carnival The wheels fly
and the colors spin Through alcohol
,
That Red Wine punctures the skin Face to face

In a dry and waterless place










Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Glycol Bad For Skin And Hair?

Tidals


so much I want to break free from their self
forming ailments.
I feel that my time will never come
endless night ...
tidal fluctuations
hollow out the unwanted crash during the next test helpless lover. Compress
wrists to stop for a moment and feel the blood
panic erythrocytes. Sometimes I would have wanted
with anger
bite in the face, if only my physical abilities
allowed. With no accuracy
had not taken so natural and unconstrained
dimension.
stopped taking bitterness along with the empty bottle
slave wine.
Hit with it again when you feel lonely. Happiness
waiting for its maturity. Now
rozdziawiam
eyes in amazement, looking at how I lived even less than
two months ago. Already
again I'm not afraid, in her eyes had established certainty.
earned yourself your warmth, which I separate
evening time and it fills up,
until the next meeting.
leave his rebellious
retreats and I believe in the correctness of his position
in someone else's life.
It's like a light in a drunken smoky bars,
to help out. Returns
sensitivity.
manifests itself in every gesture
before the body becomes too light.





Making a meal of me now
're the perfect host















Friday, June 25, 2010

Militarynarcolepsy Joining

Limerence

next morning in a deregulated lifestyle .
Sobering cold tile is my companion
overcome the reluctance of everyday
dosypywaniu and more coffee spoons.
full circle, pour milk, sit down.
each defines me any choice
diversify boring and memories of the past.
I want to finally fell the sky.
Why would reverse this attention from
what I do and was thrown from the circle to the appropriate orbit.
Why is a manifestation of the growing dread
the return of my allergy.
Then I may be suggested word games
will not be necessary.
As always dreamed of belonging
Now I fear death.
still feel masculine scent and the eyes
I have fair skin.
not supposed to uncover so much.
My vocabulary is becoming poorer and the heart,
and head lower.
I do not know who you are and what you do.





"Today" fascinates me,
but always from the perspective of yesterday [...].














Friday, June 18, 2010

How To Make A Curly Cue Bow

The cost

I can not dream too much about what I want, because the weave of paradoxes
to get
and all the joy escapes through the safety valve
unconscious. Had I realized

film their every fantasy, has long
'd become a lady of the world on a chair with bulky
crawling snail guard feet.
Communicating in moments
regression problem has a measurable impact.
I would regret it, but in a fit of Dutch courage

flee in fear of turning your head back looking at whether you're chasing me.
provokes disgust, which ends meet
my scenario, hug, kiss ...





Leading us all somewhere
but it's nowhere
Nowhere but over the edge