我特別掛念你的髮
長長的 軟軟的
帶一種營養不良 被陽光曝曬的啡
當我擁你入懷
你細小的肩總是硬硬
我把發熱的手掌 由你小腹 慢慢掃
直到你願意讓我分擔那全世界的累
他人對你傷害
或不認識你
我想 你可以在我這兒放下
在身邊的你 有時會變得很熱
像我一樣
有時又手腳冰冷
但 那個不是你的身體嗎
手指 游走在髮絲
把它們打個結
2008年11月22日 星期六
2008年11月17日 星期一
2008年11月7日 星期五
EX-
i could not even express my sadness. not a man being thrown onto this world. but the being of himself is totally excluded by others. whatever he works, whenever he smiles. there's no one cares.
i was not much unhappier than him. but what else should i be? indifference too.
i feel him totally. i was surprisingly feeling very similar to his being. and, without noticing what's wrong with me. shall i pity myself not being so damn busy and to complain every thing in the world. as long as i life, SHOULD i ever complain to anyone of my boring life? who needs my notorious lies?
until, i accidentially killed someone.
until, i m in a jail.
until, i m going to escape from the sunny skies.
eye sees through the gate... miles away the ice was melting...
not until the day i've been killed. not until then i m given back my freedom. no longer bond by words. no longer bond by the moral judgement. no longer bond by the preculiar trauma i had gone through. how delightful will be that dreaming day arrived. for how long i hv been waiting for that day, when my day comes. i m suffering. i m fucking suffering by my innocent tone of voice. i really hate my voice. i really do not matter who is finally around me when my big day is come.
for my own sake i might have to be silent. and there's nothing worth to tell, in spite of the dizzy feeling within me. it keeps me from thinking the universe properly. i lost my sense of doing thing correctly. i act like a robot.
i act like a robot, i need my reboot. i can react if you need my reflect actions in your presumed way of thinking. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ........ we don't need to entertain each other. at the end things just happened. what really made the difference at the end, i wonder. who stupidly told you he would change the world. is HE God? does GOD also make a robot like me? a distorted humanity, a bodily whore. if i ever lie to you, because i know my day has come and i really dont want to bother you anymore.
i excluded myself. i could not put myself back to the machinery. if you care, this is my very honest feeling. if you really care. i m asking for sickness. the thing which made ppl concern and care more about you, but your body actually.
wheres the exclusion from? i m tired of it.
the negative energy drives me now. no no not negative. the very intuitive driver in my brain. i cannot control the monster and stop typing. because me is no longer me. i type, therefore i see myself here. if i would not, i will lose my trace of thinking. this is prehaps in a big mess, like a deep well full of undistinguishable liquid of wisdom and hatred. the best and maybe the worst thing in the history. i see myself jumping in and out the liquid, but not getting wet miraclulously. i closed my eyes, feel the cold splash onto my face and bare body. some of my sense informed me i am still alive. despite mentally i feel i am not.
what a dream. not, i flied again. i SHALL be here. not there and then i shall be here again.
i was not much unhappier than him. but what else should i be? indifference too.
i feel him totally. i was surprisingly feeling very similar to his being. and, without noticing what's wrong with me. shall i pity myself not being so damn busy and to complain every thing in the world. as long as i life, SHOULD i ever complain to anyone of my boring life? who needs my notorious lies?
until, i accidentially killed someone.
until, i m in a jail.
until, i m going to escape from the sunny skies.
eye sees through the gate... miles away the ice was melting...
not until the day i've been killed. not until then i m given back my freedom. no longer bond by words. no longer bond by the moral judgement. no longer bond by the preculiar trauma i had gone through. how delightful will be that dreaming day arrived. for how long i hv been waiting for that day, when my day comes. i m suffering. i m fucking suffering by my innocent tone of voice. i really hate my voice. i really do not matter who is finally around me when my big day is come.
for my own sake i might have to be silent. and there's nothing worth to tell, in spite of the dizzy feeling within me. it keeps me from thinking the universe properly. i lost my sense of doing thing correctly. i act like a robot.
i act like a robot, i need my reboot. i can react if you need my reflect actions in your presumed way of thinking. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ........ we don't need to entertain each other. at the end things just happened. what really made the difference at the end, i wonder. who stupidly told you he would change the world. is HE God? does GOD also make a robot like me? a distorted humanity, a bodily whore. if i ever lie to you, because i know my day has come and i really dont want to bother you anymore.
i excluded myself. i could not put myself back to the machinery. if you care, this is my very honest feeling. if you really care. i m asking for sickness. the thing which made ppl concern and care more about you, but your body actually.
wheres the exclusion from? i m tired of it.
the negative energy drives me now. no no not negative. the very intuitive driver in my brain. i cannot control the monster and stop typing. because me is no longer me. i type, therefore i see myself here. if i would not, i will lose my trace of thinking. this is prehaps in a big mess, like a deep well full of undistinguishable liquid of wisdom and hatred. the best and maybe the worst thing in the history. i see myself jumping in and out the liquid, but not getting wet miraclulously. i closed my eyes, feel the cold splash onto my face and bare body. some of my sense informed me i am still alive. despite mentally i feel i am not.
what a dream. not, i flied again. i SHALL be here. not there and then i shall be here again.
2008年11月2日 星期日
我們又如何能 輕言愛
愛情從來就是一廂情願的
當其慢慢擴大把我吸入其中 我不過是黑洞中的小粒子
就那麼樣 慢慢地 把自己放棄
慢慢地享受被磨拆的血肉 再慢慢 慢慢地向身邊的人 投訴
將明明理應在想像世界的幻影 投映出來
還豪不害羞給身旁的人手舞足蹈說說這 又說說那
要是有一匹血紅色的絲綢 單戀的人 就立即躺在上
豪不廉耻說 這是我為你流的血
明明 是那麼的美麗
就是明明是亮麗絞好的月夜 還是可以把它和人狼連上最惡作劇般的惡耗
對此 愛在人世間到底是不是就不過比恨只稍稍高級
而且 恨還有叫人熱血的力量呢
恨何時像黑洞無聲無息
記一個人 還是恨他
總比愛情的溫吞來得實際
若要愛呢 請也把他恨起來
是買一送一的高價單位呢
打開報紙 看到了吧
愛情從來就是一廂情願的
當其慢慢擴大把我吸入其中 我不過是黑洞中的小粒子
就那麼樣 慢慢地 把自己放棄
慢慢地享受被磨拆的血肉 再慢慢 慢慢地向身邊的人 投訴
將明明理應在想像世界的幻影 投映出來
還豪不害羞給身旁的人手舞足蹈說說這 又說說那
要是有一匹血紅色的絲綢 單戀的人 就立即躺在上
豪不廉耻說 這是我為你流的血
明明 是那麼的美麗
就是明明是亮麗絞好的月夜 還是可以把它和人狼連上最惡作劇般的惡耗
對此 愛在人世間到底是不是就不過比恨只稍稍高級
而且 恨還有叫人熱血的力量呢
恨何時像黑洞無聲無息
記一個人 還是恨他
總比愛情的溫吞來得實際
若要愛呢 請也把他恨起來
是買一送一的高價單位呢
打開報紙 看到了吧
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