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POETRY OF MINE...: To My Long-Forgotten Love...Or Not?..
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Tuesday, December 12, 2006. To My Long-Forgotten Love.Or Not? What was my fault? What I did wrong again? Why he's become so cold-. I just can't understand. Fated to be ignored. By the only one I need;. I should ignore him too,. My heart should stop to bleed. I must forbid myself. To talk to him again,. But that's the main desire. From which I can't refrain! My dumb self-sacrifice;. I cannot change a thing,. I have to close my eyes. He'll never keep his word. And promises he made,. He doesn't give a shit.
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POETRY OF MINE...: Meditating...
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Saturday, April 28, 2007. It turns out that in this blog I post the oldest poems of mine. So let it be so – and here is one of them, dated January, 2005. Why are there tears? Why is there pain? Why do the good things fade away? Why are we living in the dark,. Trying to forget about our bad luck? Don’t follow me, oh, my destiny! I won’t give in, but you’ll give in to me;. It’s hard to breathe, the air isn’t clear,. Don’t kill me now, I wanna live. We fall for seduction, succumb to temptation,.
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POETRY OF MINE...: What is it like…to reach the end?
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Wednesday, December 13, 2006. What is it like…to reach the end? Close my eyes, look inside of me,. The darkness covered everything;. It hides the wounds which can’t be healed. Each second draws me closer to the end,. And suddenly I know – there's no need to pretend. I’ve been watching birds flying. To a faraway land,. I’ve seen the snow falling. On the grey bare ground;. The sky’s like a stone,. And the sun is gone. I observe the moon shining. All night long, all alone…. Why am I not strong enough.
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POETRY OF MINE...: 08/10/07
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Friday, August 10, 2007. In Dein Leben/In Your Life. Für mich bist Du das Sonnenlicht. Hältst mich in meiner Kälte warm. Doch für Dich existier` ich nicht. Du siehst mich nicht mal an. Du bist der Grund warum ich lebe. Und jeden neuen Tag erfahr’. Doch für Dich existier` ich nicht. Du nimmst mich nicht mal wahr. Ich träum` mich täglich in Dein Leben. In Deine Welt hinein. Ich würd’ die ganze Welt durchqueren. Um bei Dir zu sein. Für mich bist Du der hellste Stern. Der den Weg zu wissen schien. Why can...
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POETRY OF MINE...: Alas!
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007. As regards the history of this poem, it was written more than half a year ago, and at that time I felt so angry and frustrated… Well, I guess it’s all in the past. I know you don’t think that you have betrayed me;. I know you don’t care how much you have hurt me…. I trusted you like no one had,. I thought that you were my best friend,. Was sure you would never let me down;. When you needed help I was around. I kept your secrets to myself,. We shared joy and we shared hell,. And t...
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POETRY OF MINE...: DIRTY
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Tuesday, December 12, 2006. Dirty rooms and dirty walls,. Dirty dreams and dirty souls. Water's on the ceiling,. Water's on the floor,. Talk without the meaning,. Trying not to fall;. Staring into darkness,. Words have disappeared;. Everything is nonsense,. Crying, raging, grieving,. Fixing broken heart,. Living and forgiving,. January 23, 2007 at 10:50 AM. Но ведь выхода все равно нет! January 24, 2007 at 1:30 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Day After Tomorrow. The Phantom of the Opera.
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How The Hell Can I Name It?..: 01/23/07
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How The Hell Can I Name It? Tuesday, January 23, 2007. So now I'm back home again. Too reluctant to work. Well, let me just remember the poem. Which I wrote 2 years ago. Night has stolen everything;. There's no melody -. And I'm tearing the strings. I won't hear his voice again,. I won't feel his touch. The darkness came forever,. Locked sunshine in the hutch. A little heart is bleeding. If I've done something wrong,. Could I ever be forgiven? My memories - it's all that's left to me,.
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How The Hell Can I Name It?..
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How The Hell Can I Name It? Wednesday, January 24, 2007. This photo and the next 4 ones were made in Gorlovka during my winter examinations. Well, that was the last of the three very interesting and unforgettable days of my work. Guess nothing of the kind will happen to me again, but I want to hope and believe in success. As for the photo - it's Mitsubishi Pajero inside. God, why am I not a driver? I promised to quit pessimism. Being a driver is terrible! The men on the roads are rude nervous nuts!
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POETRY OF MINE...: Try…
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Saturday, May 12, 2007. I understand your position,. I understand what you mean,. But I really have lost my vision. For the things not connected with him. I know you tried to do your best. In order to get my attention,. Well, now it’s time to make it clear,. See why you can’t gain my affection…. Try to forgive me,. It’s all my heart’s fault,. Try to believe me,. I don’t need the world,. 8216;Cause I can’t get over the feeling. That he just left me with,. And everything after his leaving. Intrigues are no...
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POETRY OF MINE...: Never...
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Sunday, May 20, 2007. Never will you know. What this love’s done to me,. Never did you care,. Great Heavens, tell me when. Will all this torture end? Oh, I’m so jealous! I wish I could steal you from everyone! It’s just like madness,. There’s nothing to save, there’s nowhere to run. And I will never be your only one…. God, is there really nothing to be done? Never will I see. Light of love in your eyes,. Never will I be. Able to melt the ice. Am I beneath contempt? My soul’s been surely damned! Here are ...
