I'm thinking you
Why is it true?
I can't stop it
It's like a hit
Hurts anytime..
Nothing else
nothing seems
to come in
my brain...
Only you're there...
Sunset...
luni, 27 august 2012
duminică, 26 august 2012
Disappointment...
It really sucks to be disappointed right?
Is like in a country where rains all day long, everyday.....to can explain it... you know?
it's a feeling composed of many others
other bad feelings
the worst is when the least person you expect to disappoint you....finally it does it
and that person is yourself....
the only person that can disappoint you the worst...
another bad thing is that the past remains the same...nobody can change it
the only thing we can change is the future...
so we should try to give us the best of it...
just an advice...
Is like in a country where rains all day long, everyday.....to can explain it... you know?
it's a feeling composed of many others
other bad feelings
the worst is when the least person you expect to disappoint you....finally it does it
and that person is yourself....
the only person that can disappoint you the worst...
another bad thing is that the past remains the same...nobody can change it
the only thing we can change is the future...
so we should try to give us the best of it...
just an advice...
duminică, 19 august 2012
My inspiration....
Gosh....I don't know why...or I'm not sure of the answer but I'm really sorry 'cause I can't write all the time or more. It happens that I can write only if something bad or something not too god too me is happening to me. Or only when I'm nervous or something like that..... I just have inspiration only then...I saw that I have wrote a long time ago (last year) many things/poems...even if they're not quite good and I even started more than those, but I didn't have any idea how to continue or finish them. This sucks...'cause I really like the moments when I write....are just...I know that sounds funny.....but are like magic to me.....because I'm escaping from this world for a few/some moments...and from these moments, results something precious for me, even if it means nothing or some "nothing" to others. I remember I started writing "poems"...('cause I'm not sure if they can be called this way) in my last year of (in the middle of it) of high school.....and I think it was then because I was stressed out about the exams that were coming....and I was writing at first in some notebooks from school, at the last pages or on some simply sheets....because I was bored sometimes. But, even so, I didn't posted them anywhere on the internet....only I showed some of them at some close friends. One day, I was talking with a friend of mine, on the internet from other town....I told him that I'd like to post them somewhere, but I was kinda afraid.....because these aren't really "poems" or good enough. I showed him some....and he said that I should post them, no matte what, only because I want so....and even I didn't wanted at first, he finally convinced me to make blog, which is this one....my old blog which is left lonely with no posts for many months....that's only because I don't have inspiration or not enough or only not in the right time... .I know this is not interesting for anyone to read, but I just posted it because I wanted so.....and again, I'm in lack of inspiration....
joi, 16 august 2012
S a f
for some, sorry is only a word
others can be healed by it
after being hit with a sword
in their heart...
to apologize is even harder
and some don't even bother
to use it properly when needed
at right time...
and also to forgive
even if it has to deserve
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