Τρίτη, 29 Δεκεμβρίου 2009

21.

21. One more circle comes to end.
I have friends that other people might jealous.
I share love with my family.
I’ve a girl who means the world to me.
I feel complete.
Let’s proceed to 2010.

Δευτέρα, 28 Δεκεμβρίου 2009

Compromise.

You stare at this closed door a few hours now.
You just stare. You don’t move.
You’re made of silver.
I’m made from gold.
That’s why I will open the door before you will.
You’re born to be second.
You’re pleased with that.

Fragile.

Hold your fragile dreams tight.
Even a flurry of wind is dangerous.
I’ve tried many times to unlock your secrets,
but I see only walls made of glass.
The content is visible, but I can’t touch it.

Τρίτη, 22 Δεκεμβρίου 2009

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Is winter a disease?

A change for the better.

The place where you grow up shapes your view of what the world is like.
Think all of these children, who are growing up without family.
We are so lucky we have a home to live.
So stop being miserable and get out.
Learn the world. Spread the love. Sing along.

Παρασκευή, 4 Δεκεμβρίου 2009

Disbelief.

When you are too close to zero,
down to the bottom of the bottle
how will you react?
Personally I don’t know.
I asked my priest so i can get an answer.
«When I was in your shoes,
I've stopped thinking about God»
That’s what he said to me.

Starving for attention.

Televise your sins.
Soon enough you'll be able to call yourself famous.
This is what you've always wanted.
You're nothing special. You'll never be.
Just another crap.

Πέμπτη, 3 Δεκεμβρίου 2009

Ironic.

Stars are bluffing.
You’ll never be able to count them all.
When you think you’re close enough,
You always make a mistake.
How many wishes are up there?
Each star, one wish.
Every wish I’ve made is gone to waste.
Every wish you’ve made is gone to waste.
More stars every day.
Why don’t you wish to blow them out?

Dreams are always dreams

When you wake up you pinch yourself.
Damn. It was a dream again.
You should realize that it will always be a dream.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
Get used to it.

Τετάρτη, 2 Δεκεμβρίου 2009

Back in order.

This is it. I spit on your face, to feel complete.
I have no sense of compassion.
The only words I think are all about derision.
Humiliation. You’ll get what you deserve.


REWIND.

You’ll get what you deserve. Humiliation.
The only words I think are all about derision.
I have no sense of compassion.
This is it. I spit on your face to feel complete.

Τρίτη, 24 Νοεμβρίου 2009

Wean is for babies.

Why does always rain on you?
One million stories,
None is enough to prove you wrong.
Maybe it is your fault.
If only you could try to ablactate and stand on your own feet

Τετάρτη, 11 Νοεμβρίου 2009

Simple.

“Smash your fences and obey to me like you’ve never did before”.
That was the last thing I’ve heard from you.
Now you’ll watch me abandon you.

Σάββατο, 7 Νοεμβρίου 2009

Give up.

When I am awake I’m always thinking of you.
Everyday, every night, every minute.
Why I have to sleep,
When you might not visit me in my dreams?
I prefer to suffer from insomnia.
This is how it happened.
I haven’t slept the last two weeks.
Maybe I have obsessive impulse with you. Maybe.
You gave up on me.
I gave up on me.

Truth I.

On 21st century there’s still love.
There’s still romance.
There are still knights with white horses.
There is still the woman who waits for the prince to come.
Old myths are alive.

Truth II.

When I think about fire, you give me gasoline.
When I think about serenity, you give me the forbidden fruit..
When you think about love, I give you my heart.
When you think about loneliness, I give you myself.
The opposites are drawn.

Κυριακή, 1 Νοεμβρίου 2009

Greed or fun.

Poker. A game of chances, luck, patience.
A game that brings on the sense of winning and losing.
When poker is only an entertaining game,
Is just like all the other games.
When poker is all about gambling,
Your mind’s decaying.
The only thing that’s on your mind is to win.
NOT to play poker. To win. Never stop.
If you open the dictionary and turn the page to the letter G
You’ll find the word Greed.
That’s poker.
A coin with two surfaces.
Fun / Greed.
You must flip the coin.

Κυριακή, 25 Οκτωβρίου 2009

Tact.

It’s all about tact.
A few seconds those are enough to explain something.
Right time, right place, right moment.
The correct tact makes things better.
The wrong tact will hold you back.
You never look at your watch,
You are not patient,
You always make things fast.
Today the time’s changed.
You lost the chance again.
You were so close.

Advices.

Find the time to work.
This is your right to success.
Find the time to think.
This is your source of power.
Find the time to play.
This is the recipe of the eternal youth.
Find the time to read.
This is the base of wisdom.
Find the time to make friends.
This is the road to happiness.
Find the time to dream.
It is like you walk with a star.
Find the time to love and be loved.
This is the privilege of the gods.
Find the time to laugh.
This is the music of your soul.
Find the time to take a look around you.
Time runs too fast for being selfish.

Κυριακή, 11 Οκτωβρίου 2009

Repeat.

Old days, good days.
New days, different days.
Different days, different mood.
Different mood, different view.
New old days, brand new circle.

Τρίτη, 15 Σεπτεμβρίου 2009

You make me feel special.
You make me feel new.
You make me feel loved with everything you do.
Everytime we are together it seems like the perfect place.
My eyes light up when you enter a room.
I smile when we are together.
No matter how bad things are you make them better.
I love the way you kiss me, the way you hold me tight.
I love the way you can make me lough for no reason at all.

Words cannot describe everything.

Every day it’s a new day.
Same base, different story.
The two leading actors are me and you.
Everyday I have to make you fall in love with me.
Again and again and again.
I’ll never stop.
No scenario and any word isn’t enough,
to say how much I love you.
Even if we create new words,
You’ll understand what I mean, only if you look into my eyes.

Πέμπτη, 10 Σεπτεμβρίου 2009

Κοκκινη κλωστη.

Κοκκινη κλωστη δεμενη στην ανεμη τυλιγμενη.
Δωσ'της κλωτσο να γυρισει, παραμυθι ν'αρχινησει..

Η τυχη σου στα χερια μου.

Να κρεβατι να σου στρωσω, να καρφια να σε καρφωσω..
Να πηγαδι να σε ριξω, να σχοινι να σε τραβηξω..

Δευτέρα, 24 Αυγούστου 2009

Travel.

This is love.
A story without words.
You are my silent fairytale.
I need you every night so I can sleep.
A story that I’ll never stop to narrate.
And like a myth it will be heard around the world.

Πέμπτη, 20 Αυγούστου 2009

Realism.

When a wish is not enough to solve your problem,
How will you react?
When your hope is one with the floor,
How will you stand up again?
When you choke while you say my name,
How will you yell to me?
When your best wasn’t enough,
How will you get a second chance?
When mornings are better without you,
How will you sleep again by my side?
You should stop thinking that you were the one.

Δευτέρα, 17 Αυγούστου 2009

Liar liar.

You think you can cheat yourself.
Telling lies is your favorite game.
You’ve crossed the line between reality and imagination.
Now you can’t remember what’s real and what’s not.
You feel happy while you have succeeded nothing.
In your empty world, you put on a semblance of cheerfulness.

Παρασκευή, 7 Αυγούστου 2009

Delusion.

You read these papers all night long.
You read about sadness.
You read about betrayal.
You read about guilty conscience.
Don’t you think it’s time to close your diary?

Still in the same class.

You try to teach me not to love you.
You use all your methods.
Maybe I am the worst student you’ve ever met.
Your hate love school is not for me.
I’ve never read any of your lessons.
I’ll never understand why.
Tomorrow I’ll still love you.
Maybe I’ll never pass your class.

Σάββατο, 25 Ιουλίου 2009

Second chances.

If you think that life owes you,
You should better wake up.
Gun roulette is not the same without bullets.
One bullet is enough to put your feet back to the ground.
Let’s play the game.
If you think that I’m bluffing,
Better think twice.
If you’re feeling lucky enough,
Pull the trigger first.

Τρίτη, 21 Ιουλίου 2009

Dedicated.

I miss you more in the mornings
I want you to wake me up with a kiss.
Maybe we are apart for a while
But in the night our hearts beat like one.

Δευτέρα, 13 Ιουλίου 2009

Chains are made to last.

Thoughts. Acts. Consequences.
Chains always go like this way.
Can we skip one of these steps?
Especially the last one.
Everything will be better. For sure.
It’s so sweet when consequences don’t affect you.
You feel so relieved, just like when you win the first award.
But the chains don’t break so easy.
Then the only prize that you will get is the “wooden spoon”.
Chains are made to last.

Mewithoutyou

There’s no spring without winter.
There’s no smoke without fire.
There’s no birth without sex.
There’s no me without you.

Κυριακή, 12 Ιουλίου 2009

Live for the moments you aren't expecting.
And for the love you thought you would never find.
That was your favourite quote.
Now you live for the man you think you love.
The one who leads you,
Straight to the mouth of the unknown.
I don’t expect you to return back to me.
Since the time you’ve left,
You’ve betrayed everything I thought you were.
I can’t ask for anything more,
When your best friend is Judas.

Πέμπτη, 2 Ιουλίου 2009

Apathy.

It’s like you haven’t seen your friends since school.
It’s like you haven’t listened to your favorite song for years.
You don’t care about anything.
Apathy is the word that suits you.
You crawl among other people.
But nobody notice you.
Someday you will be the same again.
You will be the one who plays with fire.
Until you will be burned again.

Τετάρτη, 10 Ιουνίου 2009

Routine.

We sing the same old songs just like we always did..

Παρασκευή, 5 Ιουνίου 2009

Dedicated

I love you. You are my only one.

Τρίτη, 2 Ιουνίου 2009

Ironic.

Strange how words escape.
How much value is placed on each one.
The effect it can have.
To make one person happy and another sad.

Words can be structured in many ways.
To make you smile and laugh.
Or even make you cringe and feel scared.

Words can be twisted to say what you didn't mean.
One rule for boys and another for girls.

So what words will you use today?

Lost.

How I've failed and can't move on.
I dream that I could change
and make things the way i want.
If only I was normal.
If I lived the way you do
I feel that i'd succeed.
Why can't you tell me what to do?
You seem to have the answers.
You seem to have found perfection.
Why can't you see what i've become?
Why can't you tell me what to do?
But now I feel so angry.
How I've lost myself.
How I've drowned in all that i despise

Δευτέρα, 13 Απριλίου 2009

Everywhere is my home.

First drink. You are still one my mind.
Your voice echoes in my head.
Second drink. Anywhere I look I see your face.
Those beautiful eyes that I’ve always loved to stare.
Third drink. Still nothing.
It seems like that I can’t forget you.
Forget all those things that we’ve been through.
All these memories. All these photos.
I will not stop drinking.
Until I find the strength to get back home.
Burn my memories and throw the ashes to the sky.
I feel so hopeless. So wick in front of this bottle.
Alcohol runs out. I don’t remember anything.
Forgetting you is difficult. Erasing me is easy.
I can’t hold my tears, but I don’t know why I’m crying.
I am lost in the empty streets.
Tonight everywhere is my home.
Except on place. Your heart.

Burn the book to know the end.

There are too many white pages on my book.
I can’t complete it. I can’t find the words.
Every thought is full of silence.
Every time I think of you my heart screams.
But there are no words on these screams.
My hands are full of ashes.
Ashes from the last page I’ve burned.
Always the same circle.
It seems like I can’t escape.
I write your name, I cut the page and then I burn it.
Maybe I should try a different name.
Those failed attempts show me something.
Spelling your name is my curse.
Burning my book will be my absolution.

Δευτέρα, 23 Μαρτίου 2009

Nothing will change

Choose one word. One word that will suit you.
Write it down to a paper and stick it to your back
Get out of your home.
Everyone is looking at you.
Why? Because of this paper.
Choose carefully what you’ll write
Do you feel shame, do you feel proud? It doesn’t matter.
Everyone will judge you by the word you have chosen.
It doesn’t matter if they know you or they don’t.
Judgements are judgements.
Keep walking with your head up.
Everyone is laughing at you.
Till the end of the day you will have thrown the paper away
Because that’s our world.
Nothing seems to change all those years.

Feel scared

Run. Stop. Look back.
Lights are moving.
You feel scared.
I feel scared.
Keep running until the dawn.
And then we will stop.
I’ll let your hand down.
I’ll stop carrying you with me.
I will let myself free.
Free from your shackles.
You will feel betrayed.
You will stop believe in love.
You will feel scared
Feel scared once again.
Life’s always hard for you.

Δευτέρα, 9 Μαρτίου 2009

Slumdog Millionaire

Jamal Malik is a street kid (or "slum dog") who has landed an appearance on India's version of the hit TV game show WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE? Jamal exceeds expectations on the show, and the producers alert the police after they become suspicious of his methods. The young contestant is subsequently arrested and is interrogated at the hands of a nameless police inspector. As the interrogation proceeds, Boyle tells Jamal's story through harrowing flashbacks that both show the terrible poverty of Mumbai and help explain how he knew the answers to the MILLIONAIRE questions. SLUM DOG MILLIONAIRE is a tightly woven story that has been expertly edited into shape. The contrast between Jamal's upbringing and his chance of escaping it on the show are adeptly juxtaposed. Mumbai is portrayed as a place of terrifying poverty and unforgettable brutality, and Jamal and his brother get into a never-ending succession of challenging situations. But the way Boyle ties together Jamal's life experiences with his answers on the show is quite brilliant, and the film really does run the full gamut of emotions as we see him growing up, falling in love, coming close to death, and teetering on the brink of escaping from his terrible predicament. A hard-to-resist movie...

My throne is there, I'm not.

Trying to collect my thoughts
Seems easier than before
Everything clearer in my head.
Maybe is the drinks that made it
Feeling dizzy among the smoke
My cigarette speaks, not me
I want to scream till my lungs get sore
But I drown my sorrow once again
Help me find the way
I’m helpless without someone to blame
You were always the easy way
But now you seem too far away.
Pour myself into the roads
Headlights make me crawl
Trying to run between the lines
You push me up against the sides.
Dogs barking to me like never before
It’s difficult for me to run along
No heart, no breath, no strength to carry on
My throne is there but I’m not.

Bring back home

Outside the window, rain starts to fall
my heart still beating at the same spot
feeling the beat out of my chest
getting hard, getting strong.
Ready to explode.
You run down the stairs
looking me holding my breath.
You scream for help
but no one’s there.
I look your shape
something wrong with you
You wear the crown that people told me so.
So powerless to move,
My heart keeps beating slow and slow.
Waiting for you to bring me back home.
You show me the path I have to choose.
Ignoring you for last time make me feel youth
You were my princess, my heart
The one I’ll always love.

When the blue burns orange

It's 6:25 in the morning and i still can't sleep.. I’m looking outside the window and starring the almost empty roads.I'm thinking all about those people who are awake even for getting ready for their jobs or they just can't sleep or at least they're getting back home after a drink... For others is a pleasure for others just a routine. So whatever it might be everyone see the same thing.. We are becoming one with the silence.. The time is 6:35 and the first glance is coming out on the scene. Now the sky is orange and i turn back time and I long for all those beautiful moments that i have lived so far.. I'm thinking about my friends and all the funny things we did together as we have been in school.. So beautiful years have past and I'm wondering how life will be from now on.. I suppose and i hope that it will be much better...I put an eye on the clock and the time is 6:50 and the blue burns orange...That's it... All the thoughts are gone..The light hide everything.. The time between orange and blue is the right time to make thoughts and never let them known.. Is just you and the sky.. So that's the best period of the day to put yourself against you and make your self-criticism...Everything you had inside, even if that is pain or something else you have to treat it right. This is your pain, it's right here, it's real. Don't deal with it the way those dead people do! You have all the time you need to make things right..So begin from today.. When the blue burns orange something new is created...

You'll be fine

Hold my hand. Don’t feel guilty

Love is ours that is not secret.

This is the spark inside my hands

That makes your body come undone.

I hear your whispers every night.

Every night I have to lie.

Taking pills to get asleep

Because your kiss is not for me.

Waiting patiently by the door

To hear your keys unlock the door.

Embrace my shadow until it’s gone

And lock the door before you go.

Our love seems like it’s sick today

Close that window before it’s late.

Let me destroy everything I own

Without me you’ll be fine. I know..