Here we go again

Знам че май почти никой не посещава този блог, но пък на мен си ми прави кеф понякога просто да напиша какво ми е а пък ако някой го види и оцени като нещо със някаква стойност, още по-добре.


Така, откъде да започна...защо не с няколко любими цитата, ето и първия:


This is who I am
Escapist
Paradise Seeker
Farewell, time to fly
Out of sight
Out of time
Away from all lies


това е от една любима песен
 ето още 1 също от песен която много харесвам


And i can't tell if you're laughing
Between each smile there's a tear in your eye
There's a train leaving town in an hour
It's not waiting for you, and neither am I


така мога да продължа много дълго със какви ли не цитати, но засега нека бъдат само тези, нищо чудно да останат само те, времето ще покаже.


ето и малко собствено "творчество"

Love and hatred. Two opposite sides. Who knew that the one could not exist without the other? Yes, strange isn’t it? Duo to my brief experience I found out that truth…and it was nothing but new burst of irony. Yes, to hate is to think about someone, to care about someone even if you want to see that person suffering you still care about what is happening to him/her…and if you have ever truly loved that person, the one you hate at this moment, well then the love isn’t fully gone. It will probably never be. The love and the hatred, they are always together, always they are walking side by side, inseparable. What once had been love turns into hatred later, and this hatred proves that the loves isn’t dead. And you will be free of this only once your anger and hatred had cooled down, once everything turns into mare image from the past…sometimes I wish this happened, sometimes I wish this happens, but do I truly want this to go away? Not sure, cause yet this is a huge part of me, and I am not that eager to separate and forget about some parts of myself. It’s hard, but not that hard as now I know and She knows.

или пък това 

Nearby Winter

Snow is falling

Wound is bleeding

Beauty, dying

Angels weeping.

The tree is here

But the flower’s gone

The clouds are coming

Left tears, none.

The sun away is

But apart from that

The rain is here

That’s far not bad.

The snow is falling

The world’s awaking

The one’s approaching

And the blackness breaking.

(не бих казал че е довършено но за сега ще остане в тази си форма)

Here's another one from me ^^

Ако въпреки всичко което правиш, слънцето просто на изгрява за теб, ами наслади се на луната! (Redeemer & Destroyer)

If despite everything you do the sun just doesn't shine for you,well then fellow, enjoy the moonlight and the stars' rays! (Redeemer & Destroyer)

You!

Твърде често от страх да не провалим живота си забравяме да живеем. (Redeemer & Destroyer)

pic from One Tree Hill series

 

 Hey You!What about taking the backstreets? What about going off the highway? What about being different huh? Sounds scary, right? Of course it does. It’s scary to pick the path less traveled as no one knows where it leads. It’s scary not to follow the standard as you will be most probably outcast for your choice. For the most people it is scary…for the most people…but not for the poet, not for the dreamer caught in the everyday’s life, not for the one who follows his heart instead of following a worn-out stereotype. For those people what is real frightening is to go with the crowd, to follow the stream. Why not being unique, why getting punished for your choice, why being persecuted for your beliefs and hopes? That’s the pariah’s path, that’s the dreamer’s curse, as we are the outcasts in a society of beliefs and teachings that in fact too few people follow, false profaned ideals. In the end it comes out to be meaningless to be unique, to fight for what you believe in, as it is too hard, too hard to be alone and too hard to find similar soul willing to stand by your side…yes the heart’s way is long and hard to be followed, sometimes even painful…yet the end is still open and the decision is still up to you and the alternatives are simple: follow your heart or spit at it!

Нещо от преди

Някога писах това защото се чувствах точно по този начин, оставен, сам, предаден едва ли не...понякога това чувство се връща но сега мисля че мога да се справя с него
На Ръба

Ти ме остави
Там на ръба
Да падам надолу
Няма да спра

Сълзите се леят
Раната боли
Времето минава
Душата кърви

Защо ме остави
Там във дъжда
Да страдам за теб
Не мога да Спра

Вече нямам сили
Ти ме нарани
Чувство ужасно
Любовта ми уби

Не искам да се будя
Далече от теб
Слънцето грее
В сърцето ми лед

Животът продължава
Дори и без теб
Белегът остава
В този свят блед

Трябва да стана
Напред да вървя
Да отворя очи
И да продължа

като го препрочитам за незнам си кой път ми се струва още по непохватно написано, още по не елегантно, още по зле звучащо но това е едно от нещата които не искам да променям, така се чувствах и така го написах.