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Our Love
Loves memory has traced our outline in this place.
But will the spider remember, or the sun?
Did the water capture our faces in permanence?
Does the wind create us anew as it blows?
Did the shadows from the trees record our passage beneath them?
Our secret been revealed.
Yet I have told no other.
I write these words in silence, in mute testimony
To what once was.
But our image remains alive in this place.
It can not be removed.
You, me,
We then,
Were here.
We saw the day and hoped for tomorrow.
We caught a brief glimpse of love's promise.
We were not liars,
But thieves of time.
For now time has now forgotten us,
Yet our memory lingers, and love remembers
This place that was ours.
Falling Away
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two by fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed
our bodies to become
another pair of hollow shadows
that make love to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying
Your Lies
Funny when things never change
Even when you say they will
But while your off s(rewing her
My life is standing still
You tell me that you love me
When I go to leave
You tell me I'm your only one
And I let myself believe
I know that you are using me
But you'll never let me go
I know that you don't love me
I know I'm just for show
I don't know If I can stand
To see you love another girl
You know that you broke my heart
You know that your my world
But while your standing by my side
I'll believe your lies forever
Cause everything seems so perfect
When we are together
Autumn Times
Autumn breeze frigidly touches ailing dreadful lives
Harshly darkness quietly surrounds the broken souls
Mellow serenades that once played between hearts
Pathetically have transformed into bitter sad songs
Somewhere beyond the flossy clouds
Cupid has lost his romancing arrows
Plays sad sonorous tunes on his bow
Dedicated to all weepy lonely hearts
Howling chilly wind blows through the mist
Sounds of sorrow spread allover the place
Fuzzy humid air submerges the inner lust
Lives decay slowly as the autumn leaves fall...
LINKIN PARK-IN THE END
It starts with lies...
One thing I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
The time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as a pendilum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It's so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on but didn't even know
Who wasted it all just to
Watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried
It all fell apart
What it means to me will eventually be
Memory of a time when
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your propertsie
Remembering all the time fought with me
I'm surprised...
It got so (far)
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end
You kept everything inside and even though I tried
It all fell apart
What it means to me
Will eventually be
Memory of a time when
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There's only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There's only one thing you should know
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
Danas mi i nije neki dan za pisanje...Nisam ni planirala napisati novi post,ali eto...Vama za ljubav...
Čekala sam da smislim o čemu ću pisati,a onda mi je na pamet pala samo jedna riječ-POVJERENJE.
I sjetila sam se one pjesme od Linkin Parka čije stihove mi je Darkman jednom napisao(volim te ljubavi...)...
Ali sada ću govoriti o povjerenju na onaj nabolniji način...Kada ga se izgubi.Nema ničeg bolnijeg...Osobno,ja nikad nisam bila u toj situaciji.Svi mi kažu da sam predobra osoba i da nisu dostojni da se družim s njima.
Ali ja ipak mislim da mi je to jedna velika mana.Dobrota nije uvijek poželjna,osobito kada se radi o nečemu tako bitnom da više ne možeš samog sebe kontrolirati...
Ja sam samo jednom učinila kao što piše u stihu:"I've put my trust in you,pushed as far as I can go..."...I bila mi je to najveća pogreška u životu.
Tek sada sam shvatila da taj dečko ponovno želi sve ispraviti.Ali to se ne može ispraviti.Nisam zlopamtilo,ali njemu sam dala sve što sam imala...
A sada to kradem od njega i dajem onome koji to više zaslužuje(Darkmanu)....
Upoznala sam jednog dečka...Zove se Alen...Javio mi se sinoć.Ja sam vidjela njega i on je vidio mene....I upravo mi je poslao poruku:"Čudno mi te voljeti,ne poznajem te!Ali po svemu ovome volim te...Kada budeš imala na računu,javi se...pusa...volim te..."Ne vjerujem mu...Ja nisam ništa posebno...Ja sam samo djevojka koju su toliko puta iznevjerili da ponekad zaboravim što to znači biti odgovoran...Ja sam djevojka koja voli pobjeći u svoj vlastiti svijet kada mislim da me sve guši...Zar bi netko takav mogao biti zaista voljen?
Ne znam što da više napišem...Ostala sam bez teksta nakon one poruke...Samo mi je žao što tog dečka ne mogu voljeti ništa više nego kao frenda...Naravno,ako još ima nade da to postanemo...(Alene,ako budeš ovo čitao,javi se na gmail...Ne znam kako da ti objasnim...Možda nekako uspijem...)
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