Friday, May 8, 2009

I am Norman Bowker

I am the empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else
I wonder if when night falls we are looking at the same star
I hear the blood draining from my heart
I see an empty jar, without air, without sound, without substance
I want to be loved
I am the empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else


I pretend to be the one who reaches the stars
I feel like a scratch C.D, no where to be played or heard
I touch my soul in the heavens
I worry when boiling field traps you
I cry when I felt my funeral in my brain
I am the empty station when the trains are parked
off some where else

I understand the ashes in the cigarette dissolve
I say don't leave me for a second, for a second means years
I dream to be the reason why your eyes shine
I try to full fill the emptiness with a smile
I hope you realize by now that I am loosing my main squeeze
I am the empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else



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Thursday, April 30, 2009

I'am


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I am the butterflies in his stomach
I wonder if my wings can catch his heart
I hear his heart playing my favorite song
I see the butterflies coloring my world
I want the rainbow to fog my heart

I pretend life is timeless
I feel a tremendous earthquake in my body
I touch the sun with one kiss
I worry when my wings have no destination
I cry when the stars in his eyes are blurry
I am the butterflies in his stomach

I understand wings are meant to be broken
I say we can change the story
I dream to blossom like a flower
I try to fly over the ocean, but how if theres poison?
I hope he forgets about the days people said our love will fade away.
I am the butterflies in his stomach

Monday, February 16, 2009