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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Poets

"A poet is something you are allowed to be, but not allowed to become."
-Hermann Hesse

Monday, June 28, 2010

no way

there are things.
things that happened. and that didn't.
both bother me as much.

things that I understand. and you understand.
and people around it.

there are problems. yours. mine.
and no seeming way to go about them.

and then
there is a bloody mary. and my i-pod.
and no other way to deal with it.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

High



Love is the most beautiful feeling that can do the ugliest things with you.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Artists

-I have learned to be an Artist, he said. I have learned to be unique.
-You've done the bigger part, now you only have to learn how to be just like everybody else, to really be one.


The conversation did not go smoothly. She was looking at him, wondering, how much will he shrink throughout the years. And he couldn't help to count those few years she will manage to maintain her youth.
They both wanted to prove something. Something that would leave one big, fat period... no exlamation sign in the life of the other.

What do you live for? - He implied that her life was empty and her lack of ambission was pityful.


He will probably not understand until the death-bed that pityful, was his pretend for greatness, and a life he deprived of meaning.
She've read somewhere that the key to a great life was simple. It was a life-long friend, love, and meaningful work.

She siped her wine and faked a defeated smile.

Sheer illusion

The perfect crimes of the hearbroken...
Nobody is a better liar.
Nobody believes in thier lies so purely.

Unfortunate sadness of the sinking hearts.



She left the "deep blue" to write these words in her boring bedroom.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Solitude

Some people feel like they don't deserve love.
So they walk quietly into empty spaces.
And fill them up with longing.


it is through pain the beauty is born.


When your heart breaks... and starts to heal... the toughest job is to not let it grow back crooked.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

My LAST post guided by YOU


Picture it.

tell me you see the beauty in the deadly-ethereal pale skin, in the innocent-empty eyes, in the bleeding wrists.

There was life pulsing. In my brain. pump.pump.pump - it wont let me exist...you know..
..so I cut it.
My veins are bleedig . mushy squiky luiquid. disgusting, really.

I've heard the blood is the irreplacable source of life for some.

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If you ever been here before, watch this video. Please. :-) It's my first post not for myself. at least for the sake of the fact that some photos are from mm in it =}



there is this other beauty of seeing the first breath, or the pink color coming back to the pale cheeks. It also feels beatiful.
VIVLA LA VITA!
Viva DA LOVE!
:)




















i shall live...............the God said so.

Friday, November 21, 2008

dot dot dot

Poetry is untralatable that's why I wrote it in English.
I wrote it about me...for you.

:-)

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Saturday, September 20, 2008

From NY Times

"At this point I should note that for the first time, both the United States secretary of state and secretary of defense have doctorates in Russian studies. A fat lot of good that's done us."
DEFENSE SECRETARY ROBERT M. GATES, on evaporating hopes for closer ties with Russia.

Political double standards never work.

I say: Be real.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Music


I don't believe in stereotypes. But I belive that the music defines you. Walks you through the day.
There is music that makes me depressed. There is music that makes me strong. There is music that makes me happy.

'nuff with the emo stuff.


Make love, not war. - is what I am trying to say. ...and of course, there is music for that as well.
Great album. I bet emos wouldn't "get" it.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Sunday, April 20, 2008

just something.

I just wanna say that I think the real differnce between the art and creativity (dark or not so much) is removing your ego from it.

Sometimes we fall under the certain emotions that drive us and that is when the ego gets on the way.

I think this is a parody of art and has to be brutally murdered - because, in the end it confuses people.


I am feeling good. Selfless. And inspired.
And a little crazy.
But it feels right - you know what i mean?


Anyhow - I am really, really looking forward to evolve in this direction. Now, that I've discovered it.