like boring diary entry

I can’t wait to lose weight again. Right now everything I do is just for fun. And I eat more than my body burns away. The most I do is sit and eat. And smoke and shit. On 20th I will have the first surgery ever in my life. Because of my thyroid. I’m scared but I need to trust doctors. I’m the most trustful kid in history. Trust the doctors. That’s all about my life.

Otherwise I would be still in psychiatry. Hmm. Today my Dad apologized for he pulled me like a baby doll cause he couldn’t let me go or even stay at the hills where I was meditating like a big Indian guru or something like that. I cried. He called the ambulance while I said I just want to be on my own here and stare at the stars. I even created my own Lisa star while I was connecting to the whole universe, staring at the sky.

Nevermind. I’m not too big but not as I wish to be like 75 kilograms again. Why can’t I be Harry Potter and make everything pass away quicklier.

never ending

You say you like the sun
Barcelona fun
You want to see the world
find your treasure, find your gold
You travel anywhere
pay the taxes, pay the fare
England you have seen
not just in a dream
in Scotland you can find
a dragon deep behind
You want to sail your ship
like Captain Sparrow hip
and drink from time to time
a whiskey close to mine
but only on your mind
like travelling unkind
You never send a card
You’d rather spend your heart
on lifetime here and now
there is nothing to show
Maybe you can tell
one day out of hell
all your stories just to me
this is how it’s got to be?
I would like to never end
this poem, lovely friend
You’re a dreamer, we are two
you can learn to play Kung-Fu
I can learn to play guitar
like a superstar
Where’s the place you’d like to join?
Shall I pay you with a coin?
I would like to cook some food
in a much more better mood
so we could eat this all together
eating all forever
till we burst
oh, some thirst
let us drink a beer
with no alcohol in here
or I could get some water
half a glas or quarter
with my superperfect handling
this will be the never ending
poetry
You see?

Am I right or wrong
is it all too long?
Can I make it short?
Like a small report
No. That would be boring
I am queen and you are king
not to rule and not to win
you’re my soulmate, I’m your twin
And whatever I would like
to write here or to strike
out again for blame
no, that would be lame
I will leave it as it is
words can be like little kiss
and I’ll never stop
hip hop

You say you like the moon
and in the afternoon
you count the time till night
untill there is moon light
You travel universe
a bliss and not a curse
You have seen the stars
running yellow cars
in the sky so high
not the truth and not a lie
Would you like to follow?
I feel myself hollow
for real
surreal
ideal
I kneel
My powers are off

Good Bye