
missing life |
There was one of those days...I felt different, world seemed different,beautiful, Sad with hope.I was passing this street where across they had gallery, i v never actually seen it here before, even though i pass every day here...So i went in, today i felt like doing something new,away from old rutine...After some time looking around, there was one painting witch had actually nothing much, but got me to move towards it.
It represented girl, in the small room, painting..her painting didnt represent anything actually, but it was in her eyes, she was confused, or lost..sad, good part was she was with hope..i got so deep into her eyes, if i would totally understand her in that moment..
My hand moved towards that painting,could not resist, by the touch of frame felt my hand melt,and then my body felt cotton i liquefy, and my mind desappeared into open spaces..
I panicked, closed my eyes,and suddenly when i open them.. then suddenly i felt my self.. just next to her..little cold room, with little window from where small light sunshine was going through, i moved towards it,slowly step by step. I relized Paysage from window was not real, was painted, small village, blue line witch was representing the river..River was not moving while you wore looking at it, but it did if you turn your eyes from it, and from angle of eyes you could see illusion..of it moving.
I gassped...i turn and i see falling brush on the floor,..when suddenly Girl is not there any more..There i asked my self, where am i?but grates puzzle is what is happening with me..i was afraid going to look what happend, but curiousity and thought bout what if i ll miss something in my life, always was stronger then my fear. But was nothing to risk,I missed already something in my life , my life, my self,we all do ,if we dont relize it in time.Wait, what i am talking about? about time?what a joke, time is acctually what people are created, such a misstake,time gives us nothing,may be think more about what you gonna do next instead, and do not look at present beauty of the world..So i did that step,i was more less sure nothing can be more risky then humain world it self.
As suddenly i looked at it, i saw nothing...i walked around it, trying to find something with big hope,searching for answer and then i looked at it again,there i saw changement. Spot appeared on a white paper, i looked at it closely and closely,when i started to see just the table,then just a paper..then just a spot and nothing around, everything around was black,and impossible move your eyes to look somewhere else, i mean i didnt wanted too i felt my body feel up with sudden exitement..when i let everything happen how it is,the dirt on white paper changed into flower, then leaves around it,and that was it i was just there and nowhere, i was nothing but everything, in this moment there no question bothered me, i was just there.Flowers changed into geometrique shapes, then after some time the start appear into shaped faces,bodies...Fire!Houses!Screams and panics shaped world got into bordel..I could of panicked, but i did not.why? why everything started by flowers and peace?why now they are running?running out of time...
I saw further when i only closed my eyes,In unconsciousness I can find peace,i know there is one more place,i had not seen yet,waiting for me. I Unblocked the failure.
I see myself, so far below ,Still and silent, rest in peace..when i looked in a water, on my reflection..there was no reflection of me..was reflection of trees,and nature, when there was no such things around me..was just me..but not my reflection..reflection was..of me, not my body..thats the answer.I got deep inside..myself. water splashed in my face when i got to wake up, but unconsciousness or not, i can find peace, merciful release, somewhere between waking and sleeping..
And the prouve is for me it happend, when now i look at this painting, the girl is not sad anymore,and her painting is not white anymore neither...
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I say I'm alive |
I haven't ever really found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
It's just a thought, only a thought
While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down
While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try
Well how can I say I'm alive
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tear drop, from the heart |
a true friend is who sees the pain in your eyes, unlike other people who belives that the drop of a tear its from the smoke, when its straight from the heart.
vi dumaete ia ulibaius, ia schastliva.
ia s vami shuchu, vi dumaete u menia net problem.
kogda u vas problemi ia vas slushaiu, tolko poluchaiu za eto - horosho tebe, tebia nichego ne volnuet.
kogda ia hochu bit odna, nikto ne daet, prihodiat i noiut...ili rzut, ili tipa hvatit torchat v telefone, pogovori so mnoi, po rzhi so mnoi, potoncui blia!!!
ia ulibaius, eto ia inogda zderzivaiu slzi ili predstavlaiu na moment ia schastiva
ia shuchu, nehochu chto bi videli chto u menia na somom dele vnutri ne shutki.
ia uroniu slezu, sprashivaiut v chem delo, a v glaz chto to popalo...vi eshe i verite....tolko potomuchto vam hochetsa verit.
i ostavte menia v pokoie kogda mne nado.
bivaet sprosiat vse li normalno, a esli skazu ne ochen, skazut mne ochen zal, nenado nahren menia zelet, eto mne ne pomozet; tolko zastavit vas nenavidet.;;zhalei sebia luchshe, chto noiesh postoianno, a ia terpliu, i suka ulibaius... tak chto zatknite svoi rot i hvatit nit! nitie tolko terpliu ot blizkih, ot nastoiashih druzei....ia vam vsegda pomogaiu, tolko v glubine dushi hochetsa vas vziat i horoshenko potresti, hotia ia bi vas horoshenko othlopala.i mozet stuknut po golove chem to mozet chto na mesto vstanet.
ULIBAISIA, LIUDI OBOOOZAIUT IDIOTOV.......
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'm holding on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground
I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/o/one_republic_ft_timbaland/apologize.html ]
I'd take another chance, take a fall
Take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
But it's nothin new
I loved you with a fire red-
Now it's turning blue, and you say...
"Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you
But I'm afraid...
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
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YES man! |
zachem mi govorim sebe net? net- potomuchto tak nelzia, net potomuchto ia gordii, net- potomuchto menia obideli..pochemu ne davat zizne shanc?pochemu na odin den ne skazat na vse da....i naslazdatsa prikliucheniam tvoia zizn dat....nadoeli pravila, nenavizu granici.. mne 18 nahrena mne obo vsem dumat? za chto u menia takaia molodost, hochu svobodi, hochu bit tam gde menia ne kto ne znaet, delat chto zahochetsa v prostranstvah beskonechnosti, prostranstva beskonechnogo sumashedstvia
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i vse taki ia ne odna.. |
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prosto takaia silnaia liubov...ili "ia ne schastliv daze esli liubliu tebia"..." |
kogda uverena chto vse budet horosho...i potom vse sovsem ne tak..eto tak bolno , kogda perezhivaesh za cheloveka, a on etogo ne videt ne vidit naskolko on mne dorog..ia bi dushu otdala diavolu za ego ulibku...za ego mechti ,za ego liubov...za ego radost...ia ponimaiu on skuchaet po otcu...no nado zhe kak to zhit dalshe¨!!nu kak mne ego uspokoit i obiasnit ia ne znaiu!!!no zachem zachem vse na menia svalivaiut vse..ia pitaius pomoch emu nemnogo s situacei s otcom, popitalas naladit otnoshenia s materiu..preodolela svoi strah govorit s nei..a mesto etogo, ia tolko poluchaiu "ia ne schastliv daze esli liubliu tebia...", "ti ne ponimaesh situaceiu zatknis", blia ia pitaius poniat nu za chto ti menia vinish za to chto ti ne schastliv???ia ved delaiu vse dlia etogo
u menia problem chto li net?ia ponimaiu emu hochetsa liubvi ot materi..no ne tak zhe prihovat...ia ze tak ne psihuiu ia eto skrivaiu kak mne hochetsa chtobi bili eti vremena kogda mi bili s mamoi ne razlei voda , ona ne pila..bil otec..mi puteshestvovali..a seichas u menia net nikogo otcu oni rozoshlis emu vse ravno do menia,verit mame chto ia tenu s neie dengi..babushka..mama eie podgovorila tak ona teper videt menia ne hochet govorit ti bolshe ne moia vnuchka..ia odna k chertovoi materi!!!!!!.ia bi ne sravnivala seichas moiu mamu s ego...ego mat zoloto..ona prosto ustala...i ia ustala...pravda inogda tak hochetsa ubit sebia, pochemu ia dolzna skrivat slezi,pritvoriatsa chto ia schastliva,eshe i brat problemi drugih na sebia toze..mne zhe vse volish 17, ia hochu zit i radovatsa...za chto mne eto vse..
ne mogu kushat vtoroi den..golova kruzitsa hochetsa rvat..ele peredvigaius...,ubeite menia i razbudite obratno kogda vse budet normalno...
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i am just a dreamer... |
ia vsego lish dreamer.
.kogda mne ploho..
ia ulibaius..
lish potomuchto predstavlaiu chto vse horosho...pervoe solnce..liubimii riadom..v shkole uspehi..chto kosaetsa imenno shkoli, a ne te katorie v nei nahodiatsa..no ved eto prosto "bullshit"..v shkole ia sebia nastraivaiu na "sigareta posle shkoli" i ia zdu etogo momenta zastovlaia sebia dumat," vot provedesh etot den s ulibkoi, i poluchish sigaretu"ne pomogaet:"provedesh skoree nedeliu s ulibkoi chem postoianno ozidat konca nedeli, i togda uvidish liubimogo skoree."..dumaiu skoree zatenutsa v sigarete..ot vsego etogo..bivaet vse idet po planu..a bivaiet..ne viderzhivaiu, i oru na vseh bez povodu..ili, ..zatikaius..uhozu v ugol,chitaiu ili slushaiu muziku..a vecherom posle togo kak vospitatelnica proidet po komnatam...moiu ona redko proveraet..ona uverenna v tom chto ia ne sposobna na gadosti...ia etim kone'no polzuius...gadina.dvigaiu krovat k oknu, otkrivaiu shiroko okno,zakutivaius v plet, i usazivaius na podokonnik, i eshe raz sebe povtoraiu.".bliad, tolko v4era pa4ku kupila..i derzala slovo chto kurit budu tolko po povodu." i sama ne znaia chto imenno menia trevozet...nakonecto mogu ne pretvoriatsai viklast svoi dushu..slezi sami po sebe tekut rekoi i nemogu eto uderzat,i tak v klasse inogda hoshetsa rosplakatsa kogda gadkie suchki obgovarivat nachnaiut..obizennie sami na sebia.a vse taki obidno,ia plohogo nikomu ne zelaiu.
ia neznaiu chto imenno ia v sebe derzu..ia ponimaiu..izmeni v zizni..veshi po chemodanom i paketam..moya zizn "v 'chemodane".a eshe veshi tam..i siam...u materi, u moyego..v internate..mozet eshe u moyego v mashine..ia zaviduiu tem u kogo est svoi shkaf.i neboitsa podoiti k nemu, ia naprimer ne zachto k shkafu u materi doma ne podoidu.mne prosto ne komfortno..nemogu zhe ia u svoego zit postoianno? nu ne udobno mne..mozet ia tolko im problemi delaiu..eshe i zabolela..v konce koncov..v konce zimi..a zavtra..vesna..eto znachet tepleet..da?ia liubliu vesnu..vesnoi vsegda horoshie nastroenie..solnce,platia,zagar...hotia mne eto ..ver ne ver..sovershenno ne nuzno, hot i kozha bledna..siniaki pod glazami..ia ne ta katoraia bila letom..sumashedshaia,veselaia..postoianno ulibaiushsia..ladno, chto ne delaetsa vse k luchshemu..luchshe bit realistom hot nemnogo chem bi ia ostalas prezhnim dreamirom..etot dreamer horoshii ,pravelnii,i silnii, hot i ustalii.
govoriat, esli surovaia zima..zarkoe leto?ocen hochetsa v eto verit.
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лебединая гордость..... слова про -бабушки....много значели..и спасибо ей..
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но как же я его люблю... |
я его ЛЮБЛЮ!!!!ровная...спокойная со своими тараканоми..любовь!как мне хорошо с ним..спокойно..весело..счастье он моё...
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тишина... |
все вокруг умерло.
телефон...
мсн...
никого дома..дома, никогда...никого...
сестричка спит рядом,только её легкое похрапывание слышно..
любимый тоже не пишет..он с другом..
мать, предает..её я редко вижу ,наверно так лучше..хоть и больно осознавать все это ,что происходит.больно все держать в себе..но я выросла..и должна понимать что жизнь не малина, и я должна идти дальше,исправлять свои ошибки,учить сестру не делать таких же ошибок..я не одна.не могу думать только о себе.у меня ответственность..хоть иногда так хочется наплевать чертов на все...заебало все..и я буквально свихнулась, мне пох что другие обо мне думают..что со мной может случиться,что кто то наорет или ударят.я делаю так- как я хочу..как мне нравиться..если только ничего не косаеться сестры..
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u menia nikogda net spokoinoi zhizni.......
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droz osvojivanija... |
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be or not...? |
nadojelo....nadojelo ulqbatsa kogda mne ho4etsa plakatj..
nadojelo dumatj o horowem kogda vnutri u menja vse razrqvajetsa na melkije kuso4ki..
idu po ulice..sama, prisluwqvajusj ..i mne horowo 4to ja nikogo ne slqwu..tolko detiwki orut..ja zakroju glaza ..ja vizu pljaz..slqwu volnq...i deti smejutsa..ja ulqbajusj..sama sebe.eto ne stanovitsa 4asto..vse govorjat po4emu ja takaja grustnaja postajanno...a teperj mne horowo...tak horowo ,na duwe stanovitsa spokojno.. a ljudi prohodjat mimo i glazejut na menja kak na nenoormalnuju... da m,mne pofig na nih.. mne stanovitsa lu4we.. i na etot raz ja kogda zakrqvaju glaza..i prosto sluwuju..i vsem telom i duwoj V4ustvuvujusj 4to u menjav nutri... stalo bolno..o4enj bolno..neobesnimaja bolj..v golove..gde to v gorle..v grudi..vse kak komok vstal..jele dqwu..veki drozat..boljat glaza..ja ne emo......prosto ho4etsa inogda ponjatj sebja..
ja bq proplakala celqj etot zasranqj god jesli bq pozvolila..ja bq povesilasj ili porezla venq jesli bq pozvólila...no net..ja ne takaja..ja e browu sestru..ja vedj jeje tak ljublju.. i nebrowu lizu..nebrowu morje...nebrowu svoju ziznj ..kakaja ona bq nebqla..eto ziznj..i ona odna jedinstvennaja...kak i Elina.. vedj ne budet togda Elinq..ne budet bolwe zapaha morja..pesni 4ajek..smeh sestrq.. rassuzdenija lizq..vedj mne eto ne budet hvatatj.. pravda..mnogoe 4to ja was vq4eslila ja uze davno ne slqwala...no vedj eto ja jewe uslqwu..nadejusj..
vse 4to ja ho4u bolwe vsego...tak daleko ot menja...no blizko k serdcu..i eto menja rozrqvajet.. ja prosto inogda kidaju vse čto popalo pod ruku v stenu... skor4ivwsja..kusaju koleni..wepaju ruki...bolj katoruju ja ispqtqvaju snaruzq...leg4e 4em ja ispqtqvaju vnutri...
ja zdu togo momenta kogda ja budu s4astliva..u menja budet semja..deti..muz..ja budu ulqbatsa i smejatsa ot duwq..kak kogda to..kogda ja bqla malenkaja..
so be or not?..
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a ja, bljadj i suka... |
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4to ze mne delatj?(( |

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Stasik.. :-( |
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prosto.. trouble.. |
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vot prost ho4etso napisatj.. |
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тоска.. |
незнаю с чего начать..незнаю даже что хочу сказать, что я чувствую.. себя чувствую сама, САМА..
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