what is faith tanka
what is faith that does not doubt— death, insomnia of shadows?
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friends say tanka
friends say you have a new lover I'm not the one you're taking home... broken bottles on the dance floor
predicting a séance tanka
you idiot the impression I get is that you’re leaving me… loving you is like predicting a séance
unrepeatable night tanka
I want tell the stars about the silent tears hidden behind the doors of this lifetime— unrepeatable night with you
my broken heart tanka
toss the pieces of my broken heart to the wind don’t make me say yes when I want to say no
I’m like the sun tanka
I’m like the sun, all alone I survive the thunderstorm, I’m like the flower that opens up after it rains
the harmonies of my skin tanka
listen to the harmonies of my skin… I’m holding a daisy that tells me yes, or no
your skin tanka
I wanted it to be more than just a habit I wanted to travel across every inch of your skin, but I became your puppet
I’ve stopped loving you tanka
sometimes I think I’ve stopped loving you … I run out to find a friend, and wake up in some stranger’s bed
our last night together tanka
our last night together— let’s end it with a bang … forget about the hurt stop holding on to miracles
earning my strips tanka
earning my strips wasn’t easy, and even though there’re no regrets I miss the parties by the sea
let me take a photograph tanka
let me take a photograph, that's if you're here alone... it's cold out here, baby so don't let me down
loving you in the dark tanka
you keep backing me up against these walls... loving you in the dark isn't my fault sorry but I have to go Inspired by Adeles song, love in the dark
against these walls
you back me up against these walls... loving you in the dark isn't my fault sorry but I have to go
the pain comes tanka
the pain comes at the moment I leave... don't realize that I'm your remedy, promise you won't fall apart
on the radio tanka
there's a voice singing to me on the radio … everyday occurrences are the greatest gifts I have, me and you— a simple formula
now what tanka
now what? I'm losing my voice calling you... who will you let lie on your back if not me
life without pain tanka
life without pain doesn't taste the same... I'm no longer the owner of my heart can't find it, can't find it
what light tanka
what light did you leave on inside me?... sometimes a star’s silence provokes my tears
he's dressed tanka
he's dressed in the clothes I threw across the floor... why are we pushing this tragedy up a mountain
pour Paris
de laisser l'étreinte sous les lumières parisiennes baissant jamais dans la peur de l' obscurité salope sans vergogne de la terreur
for Paris a tanka
for Paris let's hug under Parisian lights never crouching in the dark, fearless of the unrepentant bitch of terror
November
November a month sheltered in smiles-- Your countenance makes my heart malleable blessed are the First and Second nights in the cities of men's hearts* ... dawn is about to appear * Gleanings From the Writings of Bahá’u’lláh
I'm a warrior
I am a warrior unafraid of cavern air— my attachment to you, wounded Valkyrie, is running out
stifled song
stifled song, the realization of no longer breathing in memories, faded urge for intimacy
interrupted dream
what happens to an interrupted dream, does it droop like a bulky stem of ripe tomatoes ?
Traffic
Traffic She ran onto the street naked. It was the last frontier, a desperate plea for help. We were shaken, ashamed, and helpless. it feels as if we've met... I used to watch you walk in the rain and saw you go under
mariposa de ghetto
a los quince zozobre a orillas de un faro a los treinta compre una falda azul para mi sepelio hoy me duele el elegía en la barca mezquina del alba y vengo arrodillarme ante la locura