And sometimes it comes my way
and I smile, I feel, I shake
You showed me your own kind of fairy tale
But I am a punk and I ripped it to death
The Sun did; I just allowed him to do his sacred deed

This is life, you know
So different from what you've been taught.
It is the best, and sometimes the worse.
Full of ecstasy and pain, and ups, and downs.
A ride to not forget, for sure.
Prettier than right, righter than law.
Law written by tyrannic mores!

This is life, not what you were told
so
try your best, forget about the rest
drown in it, till you're whole
most of all, have a ball

The pen casts a spell
to each of our little pains
Charged with our ache,
distills into peaceful stillness,
a final and blissful end
(Words indeed do save)
Humans saving humans,
this is true heaven, truly being blessed

I starved
hard trying to be someone you are not
but sometimes you just can't stop

The year I disfigured myself
to not forget I was in a deaf kind of pain
misunderstood everywhere
a sickly work of art I became
didn't die but of course I did implode

I starved for months
watching myself be destroyed
**** for the soul, going way too far
and yet I could see a dim light...

Getting thinner and thinner
and knowing it's mad but
no one seems to be hearing
I guess
Just one of my weird antics
of the way I once used to be

My beautiful broken girl!
Against all of these *******,
you don't know but you know
their names
My thin, hungry piece of art
You are pretty despite
the cracks that let out
your inner river of light
An Amy Winehouse that survives
you are

Regain your flesh,
but not their common sense
never be like them
Destroy the uptight place that made you fall
My beautiful broken girl! My thin piece of art!

The waves roll, this I know
And it can’t be a sweeping feeling
every single day of the month, and
you’re away, but you’re close.
Life is not an endless amusement ride
but I need a tiny part of the rainbow we make
the minor waves are part of the sea the same
Still a voice in me yells:
Love me, love me everyday!

Do you, babe?

Sitting in a bus, yet watching the trees, feeling the breeze
holding a phone in my hand - thinking about your smile
the noise of the motor was lulling me, like a bird would
it became part of the scene, nature by repetitive use
Technology - that weird, disconnected craft
(it also comes from our hands)
Making us lose touch, miss the beat of the eternal drum
but is it like that?

My dreams are not filled with mobile phones
but while I am awake, they help me cope
It won't save you but indeed it'll help
it's more like a prop on stage, something taking us there
like a train to meet your lover when he's not near,
like a CD to hear music that'll make you feel,
yet it is only a brazen thread,
beautiful only in the measure
that is human-made.

Connect with the Universe in strange new ways
Do not stray - hold her metallic, heavy hand
Follow the Earth - but please do take this chance
From nature you can't hide - not even with a device
Crazy how this little appendix brings me closer
by pulling a bit further

My short skirt - not asking for it!
My lips in ***** red - not asking for it!
It was a hot day and I took off my clothes so I could breathe
but other times, I am hot and then
I need what I need...
(hard, throbbing, in me)

My ******* - not asking for it!
The way I walk along the street - not asking for it!
Except when I do...
and then,
you better feel me,
you better do me, boo.