"A poet is something you are allowed to be, but not allowed to become."
-Hermann Hesse
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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.
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
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.
-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.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 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.
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.
___
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.
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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.
:-)
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.
DEFENSE SECRETARY ROBERT M. GATES, on evaporating hopes for closer ties with Russia.
Political double standards never work.
I say: Be real.
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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.
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.