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...in this world there's real and makebelieve, this seems real to me... */3 doors down/*

ja imam planove.

promjena života:
Glas ruže Serdara Ozkana, Elizabethtown, gitara Mikea Oldfielda.

šetnja u nogama, ne u glavi. šetnja koju započnem na pragu svoje zgrade i potpuno se prepuštam svojim koracima, da ne moram, čak ne bih otvarala oči. na putu si kupujem cvijet, po mogućnosti daliju (zamislite, nije ruža wink).

odlazak u Englesku na godinu i po. posjet Globeu, obavezno... po mogućnosti mačevanje s crvenokosim Englezom yes.

roadtrip. i to u kamp prikolici. oko svijeta, ali možda samo do Francuske. kupujem apsolutno nemoguće suvenire na svakom stajalištu.

Grčka, Egipat. udišem davno zastarjele građevine i čitam između redova...

ležanje na livadi, usred apsolutno ničega.

odlazak nasamo brodom do otvorenog mora. ležim na palubi i gledam zvijezde... pročišćavajuće iskustvo.

dijeljenje najintimnijih misli pretvorenih u puke riječi s potpunim strancem kojeg zasigurno nikada više neću vidjeti.

jednodnevni izleti na Zlarin. sunčam se i plivam cijeli dan...

izgubiti se. jednostavno krenem negdje i izgubim se sa smiješkom.

pisanje priče o slikaru Cordonu koji je jedini uspio podariti dječaku s paralizom donjih usnih mišića osmijeh.

čitati Juliu Cameron i napokon se prestati sputavati...

words to the heart...

*/izvučeno s poezije online sretan/*

Crna vila

Dok hodam ulicom sto mami uzdah
Crna Vila gleda me svojim crvenim ocima...
Pas lutalica pred mojom slikom bjezi u jos veci mrak...
Tuzna noc reklo bi se...
A ja ostajem ista, nepopravljiva skitnica...
U zraku mirise bol..
Na klupi pored mene jedno srce krvari..
Srce sto jos nije shvatilo da drugog izbora nema...
Tuga je obojila park...
Njeno lice, mlado a izborano onim borama vidljivim samo onome ko je isto prezivio, topi se suzama sto su potekle zahvaljujuci onome okrutnom stvoru...
Totalni krah.. jecaj.. ili nesto gore...
Ona je sama, ona ne vidi mene..
Ona jos nije upoznala Crnu Vilu...
Ona je na putu da je spozna...
Crna Vila se smije njenim suzama...
Crna Vila nece da razumije moju tugu.. niti njenu...

....

Vjetar.. novo je jutro u parku.. ptice su odavno pocele svoj pjev...
Na klupi dva tijela nasa...
Nase jutro tek je svanulo...
Pogledi su cijelu noc ispovijedali pricu o nasim zivotima...
Moje misli su rukama istrazile tvoje tijelo...
Usne nase su postale most za dvije duse...
Dvije skitnice... izgubljene, od Boga odbacene..
Sanjali smo jedan san... sada... ides ti... ostajem ja...

A Crna Vila kezi svoje zute zube...
Prokleta utvara...
*by _anestezija_

Sanjam

Zaspalo je dijete u naručju anđela
Spokojno su titrale trepavice
Kao da sanja
Kao da sanja ljepotu
Zaspalo je dijete
Anđeo je zauvijek pritisnuo off na djetetovoj budilici
A spokojno su titrale trepavice
Ne okrećem se i ne odlazim
Zaspalo je dijete u naručju jednog anđela
Anđeo je gledao u titranje
Razrogačene oči
Ne želim vjerovati
Kada dijete u naručju anđela zaspe zauvijek
(Iako već zauvijek spava)
Tada ću se okrenuti i otići

Jer
Kao da sanjam
Kao da ponekad sanjam nešto lijepo
*by Hela

Koncentracija moći


Situacija kao da i nije

Idu i vraćaju se malodušni kao prije

Srce na ulici moli ljubav da se vrati

Podsvijest nameće pitanje koje će sutra da shvati

Krenuli su sami protiv sebe

Odbacili ideale

Otpisali pjesme

Ubili su boga u bogu

Nad ponorom izgradili školu

Nije im dovoljno

Ići će još dalje - budale
*by Poison Ivy

za mog pingvina...

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riječima moje sestre, neki jednostavno ne znaju
05.03.2008. - 15:03

danas se objesila cura od 14. god, sedmi razred, u Našicama. ostavila je oproštajno pismo u kojem govori samo da voli svoju obitelj, razloga nema...
u ponedjeljak se vlastoručno zapalio također učenik sedmog razreda, u Varaždinu. preživio je, ali s jako malim šansama jer mu opekline zahvaćaju više od 90% tijela. postoje dvije teorije razloga. jedna je da se htio ubiti zbog nesretne ljubavi, a druga da je htio ispasti faca oponašajući gluposti s you tubea. bila ijedna ili nijedna teorija točna, to nisu razlozi, tek povod.
i za onu sedamnaestogodišnjakinu iz Mača pretpostavlja se da se htjela ubiti...
nije smjela uspjeti.

pravi razlog tih događaja su teške unutarnje borbe u tim osobama. za sve njih kaže se da su iz pristojnih i normalnih obitelji. ali nitko ne zna što se događa između četiri zida...
osobe koje prijete samoubojstvom u većini slučajeva samo žele svratiti pažnju sami na sebe i u biti nikada ne bi prešli s riječi na djelo. osobe s pravom namjerom za samoubojstvo nikada nikome ne govore da pate. sve je normalno i skladno... to je stvar isključivo unutarnjeg sukoba. i upravo zbog toga što se više ne mogu nositi sami sa sobom, oni se odlučuju na taj korak. neki to nazivaju sebičnim činom...

poznajem dosta osoba koje se samoranjavaju. SVI kao razlog navode to da je lakše podnijeti psihičku bol ako je prenesu na fizičku. točno tim riječima. ja to i dalje ne razumijem.

potresaju me ta događanja.

VRIJEME JE DA SE NEŠTO UČINI!!!

sjetite se Vedrana Juričeva-Martinčeva. sjetite se Marka Zavodnika. oni su, prema riječima onih koji su ih poznavali, oni su uvijek imali osmijeh na licu. ali vjerujem da smo trebali na vrijeme zanemariti osmijehe i prepoznati tugu u njihovim očima.

moja sućut osobama koje su bile bliske tim svima koji su ikad uspjeli u...

želim s vama podijeliti dvije pjesme:

Kelly Rowland: Stole


He was always such a nice boy
The quiet one
With good intentions
He was down for his brother
Respectful to his mother
A good boy
But good don't get attention
One kid with a promise
The brightest kid in school
He's not a fool
Reading books about science and smart stuff
It's not enough, no
Cause smart don't make you cool, whoa

He's not invisible anymore
With his Father's 9 and a broken fuse
Since he walked through that classroom door
He's all over primetime news

Mary's got the same size hands
As Marilyn Monroe
She put her fingers in the imprints
At Mann's Chinese Theater Show
She coulda been a movie star
Never got the chance to go that far
Her life was stole
Now we'll never know

They were crying to the camera
Said he never fitted in
He wasn't welcomed
He showed up to the parties
He was hanging in
Some guys puttin' him down
Bullying him round round
Now I wish I woulda talked to him
Gave him the time of day
Not turned away
If I woulda been the one to
maybe go this far
He might have stayed at home
Playing angry chords on his guitar

He's not invisible anymore
With his baggy pants and his legs in chains
Since he walked through that classroom door
Everybody knows his name

Mary's got the same size hands (Oh)
As Marilyn Monroe
She put her fingers in the imprints (Ooh)
At Mann's Chinese Theater Show
She coulda been a movie star
(She coulda been a movie
star, oh)
Never got the chance to go that far
Her life was stole
Now we'll never know
(Now we'll never know, oh)

Greg was always getting
net from 20 feet away (20
feet away)
He had a try out with the Sixers
Couldn't wait for Saturday (Saturday)
Now we're never gonna see him slam
Flying high as Kobe can
His life was stole (Stole)
Oh now we'll never know

Mary's got the same size
hands (Same size hands)
As Marilyn Monroe (Oh)
She put her fingers in the imprints
At Mann's Chinese Theater Show
(She was gonna be a star)
She coulda been a movie star (Oh no)
Never got the chance to go that
far (Never got the chance)
Her life was stole (Stole, stole)
Oh now we'll never know
(Now we'll never never know, no)

Oh no no no
Yeah their lives were stole

now we'll never know
stole
we were here all together yesterday

ova pjesma govori o tragediji u Columbineu:

P.O.D. : Youth Of The Nation

Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would've known
Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye

I didn't tell her that I loved her and how much I care
Or thank my pops for all the talks
And all the wisdom he shared

Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
Before I skate off to school

But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest
Instead of taking a test
I took two to the chest

Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing

Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I don't really know this kid
Even though I sit by him in class

Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
Or maybe for a moment
He forgot who he was
Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was
I know it's because

[chorus:]
We are, We are, the youth of the nation

Little Suzy, she was only twelve
She was given the world
With every chance to excel

Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
She might act kind of proud
But no respect for herself

She finds love in all the wrong places
The same situations
Just different faces

Changed up her pace since her daddy left her
Too bad he never told her
She deserved much better

Johnny boy always played the fool
He broke all the rules
So you would think he was cool

He was never really one of the guys
No matter how hard he tried
Often thought of suicide

It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends
He put his life to an end
They might remember him then

You cross the line and there's no turning back
Told the world how he felt
With the sound of a gat

[chorus]

Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
No matter what you say
It don't take away the pain

That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies
Don't nobody know why
It's the blind leading the blind

I guess that's the way the story goes
Will it ever make sense
Somebody's got to know

There's got to be more to life than this
There's got to be more to everything
I thought exists

vrijeme je da se pokrenemo...

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