***bila sam skrivenapoput najvećeg blaga i najlepšeg snačekala sam tebila sam doslednapoput svežeg jutra nakon burne noćičekala sam tebila sam svojapoput daška vetra na jadranskom moruusnula sam te
reci mišta je tokada nam se pogledi susretnui osmesi postanuono štobi trebalobiti?
hocusnažno ću grliti sve ove noćišapnuću svakojkoliko mi značidodir papiracigaretai kafa.
!!!dugo nisam biladovoljno živada ostavim deo sebena parčetu papira!
ipaktražila sam tea ti siipak...pronašaomene.
da li osecas?da li oseća?vidim teu tuđim očima,čujem teu tuđim rečima...da li oseća?.....to samo mene boli.
?where can I findmy peace of mind?
pospana sekundata je tou kutku moje glaveu kom čuče snovi?
oh,skrećem pogledda se ne bihutopilau odrazusopstvenogstida.
What do you believe in?Do you believe in God .I do. If you dont believe in God believe in yourself and love. Love can heal many wounds. Do you believe in hell. To me it is a state of mind but evil does exist . Do you believe in heaven. I do. We all shine on like the beautiful stars . The question is what did you do with your life?Did you make a difference to someone. Money cant buy love but love can move mountains. Do you have faith in anything. Have faith in the power within your heart. Do you have hope? Hope for peace. Hope for a better world. I am a dreamer but I am unique. Think life is short friends . I i will live it each moment every second with awe and love. Love is the most powerful weapon use it with wisdom. Love with a honest heart and courage. Peace brothers and sisters. We are all a human family.
Dear Universe,Can you tell 16 year old me that I'm 20 now and I made it out alive. She won't know what you're talking about, but at least she'll know it's possible.
I Tried, DammitYou werethe right piecefor an old puzzleand I broke youtrying to fit youin a new one.My knuckles are bleedingand I'm screamingat the top of mybattered lungsbut you're hemophobicand too deaf to hear me.
WeakSatan preys on the weakest of us.He plagues the minds of the broken.We who are torn in twoThat is who he plunges his fangs into.
Sometimes Dead Girls Forget What Stars Look LikeThose nights insomnia catches up to me,I imagine what the sky must look like and I count the starsand I think, maybe they don't shine for us.Maybe their glow is their way of crying "notice me,I'm important and I can do good."Perhaps they're searching for meaning in their life,just the way we use them to search for our home across the oceanand for a new worldand for something other than dead sea.Maybe they're afraid of burning outjust like I'm afraid of burning down bridges and friendshipsand maybe they think they're not good enoughthat they could have been better,that they could have been a sun or a planetbut they missed their opportunity.I wonder if the stars live in cliques,or if those constellations are their family members,and I wonder if they ever get into fights with their parentsor run away from homeor write about it?I bet the stars live like us,but what would I know?I'm just a dead girl from the grave,and I haven't seen a star in decades.
Empty ShellI didn’t think much of it when I was little.I didn’t notice all of the bottlesThat littered the counter tops and the coffee tables.I didn’t notice how you were always so unstable.I didn’t think it odd for a momentBecause the whole time I’ve been around you’ve been broken.I haven’t seen you actually happyAnd it kills me.I haven’t smelt your breath without a hint of liquorHiding behind it.You’ve always walked around with a heavier shadowThe darkness sticks to youIt slowly made its way from your shoesTo your insides and ate away at them until you were left hollow.A hollow shell.Somewhere on the climb up the mountain you fell.You broke all of your bonesAnd couldn’t make it back home.You never saw what it was like to see from the top of that mountain.To see that things get better,So you neverTried.The things that I never paid attention to when I was smallIs allThat I can see now.And I feel so horribleBecau
Staying aliveI feel like a loserLike the world is my enemyLike I can't do anything rightI want it to endI feel like giving upLike dyingBut I can'tI must keep fightingI must stay alive
Just SmileJust SmileThe rush of the wind, right beneath your feet.It's knocked you down, on the left of the street.People will laugh, people will mock, and people will scornSometimes, like me, you wish you've never been born.But like my dearest friends taught me, just smileSmile during the good times and try your darn hardest when dealing with the bad.This world is bleak, it has a lot to frown over, so just look life in the face and grin.Tell it, “no matter how bad you treat me. I'm not going to let you win!”Keep moving my guy, gal, no matter what you look like or how you sound.There's one thing hatred can't take away from from this earth,and that's the fact that frowning is more strenuous on the face.So make your life, and your body feel much better bySmiling.
beloved/be loveddo not let someone else be your sunor moonfill your universe up with stars andclouds and planets andasteroid beltslet others be within yourfavorite constellationlet them shine their brightestgleam for all that they areand all that they can benotice their twinklenotice themif they dim down andexplode in a supernovado not let them be a black holedo not let other people'sdarkness consume yoube your own sunand moonbecause the first thing you see every morningis your own skinand you deserve to be the center of your own universe.
veceu zagrljaju istoka i zapadaistopie se sva onai mojai tvojapitanjakoja su posmatrala nemoi čekala odgovoreza kojima smo mizajedno tragajućipostali jedno.......jo samo jednog svicanenomiluje vetar.