Koliko puta vrelina moe da udari?
Da li je prezir opravdan?
Dva koraka u različitim smerovima.
Dva sata sna.
Dva prethodna pokuaja.
Ako mu dozvolimo.
K. sa K.Prazan morž
Sa šiškama do nervoznog sata
I pivom do ivice, uvek do ivice
Sećam se kada je vikao na mene
Kroz vrata koja su propuštala svetlost
Najtamniju koju sam video
Glasno sam spavao, da se ne bi pojavio
Ne daj da budeš isti
Nasleđe je surovo
Odvešće te u bazen
V2Donesi mi Sunce
Vidim nasilne, prisilne treptaje
Crveno se probija kroz krošnje
Ušij ga pod moje kapke
Ne želim da spavam
Love Is BlindWhy do you still want him after everything that he did..
You offered him your heart, body and soul,
and he damaged your soul and threw your heart like it was nothing,
he took the body and after he was done he threw it away it, too.
So, why do you still dream of him..why want someone like him..?
Isabella Gets Kinda Salty About FeminismTeach me how to be soft.
Like Monet paintings.
All pastel and water color
So easily washed away.
But so breath takingly pretty.
Teach me how to be quiet. (Ha!)
Like the breeze whistling through the trees.
Delicate and belonging to Spring.
Turn my hurricane winds into something you can handle.
Teach me how to be beautiful.
A paper cut out doll from your magazines, so easily ripped in to two.
But don't I look so nice in this dress?
Make my hair like silk
Instead of a mess of tangled curls.
Take your burning hot flat irons and turn every fiery red head knot into golden blonde.
Style it until I look like a Hollywood princess.
Sick and utterly gorgeous.
Am I perfect to you now?
You took my storms and made me into a colorless July sky.
But you tell me 'Smile honey'
Cameras go 'Snap snap snap'
And I can hear my heart beat in them.
You've taught me this since I was born.
But I know better now.
My pretty is unique
Like wild flowers and thunderstorms.
Vibrant and loud.
And I will not be tamed,
I am a writer.And I don't even care
if the world hears my story.
All I want to do
is put my ink to paper
and stain the white with all the things
you said to me
and watch the paper blacken
until you can't see the lines,
because I am a writer.
And I always carry my pen
so I can stain the world with my stories
the way you stained me.
I'll see you in the pages.
I Ship UsI can not measure our love
in words, but in how tight
we hug when we finally
see each other again. There
is starshine in your smile
and I could swear that you
are Aurora, wreathed in
beauty, but with less sleeping
and more ass-kicking.
You are kind and selfless,
a true paragon of love
and a goddess of all things
good. where most have blood,
you have eternal love.
all the light in the world
is simply not enough
to express the light
your friendship and
love bring to me.
Passion and excitement
exude from everything
that you do and you pour
your heart into; everything you
make, everything you touch.
When we first met, there wasn't
a doubt in my mind that I
had found one of my soulmates,
someone who could laugh
over puns and obsess over
pokemon, someone who wouldn't
judge me on anything I'd done.
A kind soul that is there
for all to see. One that has
been scarred and one I
wish to protect. Everything
you do becomes better
simply by your being there.
You are the reason I believe
in friends b
Lighting In My BonesI loved you until there
was nothing left of me,
but lighting in my bones
and chaos in my heart.
wands up your face had many names,
each one a ring in the tree of your life;
a paragon in the arts, a kind voice in the wind
you were the lighthouse in the fog,
the booming presence from above,
the firework display in Germany,
and the wizard who struck Muggle gold
in the hearts of millions;
the laughter in your halls will cease
to be mo
Through The FlameThrough The Flame:
Can you feel it in the winds?
The chilling cries of blood-lust that sing through the air...
May your people weep at the destruction that is to come;
While you mortals cower behind your wards of flesh and steel!
How does it feel I wonder,
This question I ask
To those who have spent their entire existence
Amassing power over their fellows...
Know now that your paltry gestures;
Your pseudo-might is but dust,
Cast into the violent wind of a whirling typhoon!
Now, tremble within your hovels of concrete and steel,
For I am rage incarnate and I have come to ensure,
That your world will burn...
speak up before it's too lateit saddens me deeply
how the difference
between making your life
and taking your life
is a single letter
remember the importance
speak up before it's too late