Suffer In SilenceI love how you ignore me, I love how you never put me down easy, I love how you say what's on your mind, Even if it hurts me, Because I am only one girl, In a sea of many hearts.Suffer In Silence
I love how you don't care about me, I love how I'm invisible to you, I love how you don't comfort me, I love how you confuse me, I love how you scare me.
I love how you make me cry, The tears burn right through my skin, The scars will stay eternally, But I cry with a smile on my face, Because you're the one who did it.
I love how you turn a blind eye,
Break The BoundariesTaking a trip to the abstract, Let's break the boundaries, Forget the rules, Let's enter the twisted.Break The Boundaries
Jump into the rains, Fly across the rainbow, Let's run to where no-one can question things, Nothing's too confusing, Accept it, Lay back, Relax with the clouds and dream.
Colours errupting all around us, Changes with the mood, However we feel, A starry sky for us, The next minute- burning fires, Sunlight blossoming from flowers, And moonlight serenading the ocean...
This is so beautiful I never want to leave,
AloneThis is me. Away from work. Away from the stress. Away from it all.Alone
This is me. Where I'm happiest. Where I'm purest. Where I'm sweetest.
This is me. And only me. No influences. No right or wrong. No expectations.
This is me. Simply me. I have no boundaries, Except for the ones society makes for me, But society isn't me.
This is me. I am my own. I am alone.
The SpectrumI've always wanted to be a writer, To skate with paper and a pen, To inspire everyone to express their deepest dreams, If not now- when?The Spectrum
If everyone could open their mind to opening their soul to all, If everyone could just look at the whole spectrum, And not just their favourite part, It's more beautiful when the colours are all together, Like life. We are the spectrum. Let's never split. Let's stay together. Forever.
Passion For PoetryPoetry PassionPassion For Poetry
My ink and my blood are alike
My skin and the paper are alike
My thoughts are poem’s verses
My feelings are poem’s rhythms
My hand and the brush are alike
My heart and the letter are alike
My screams are poem’s assonances My boredom are poem’s alliterations
My body and the poem are alike My dreams and imageries are alike My freedom is verses without rhythms My voice is alliterations and assonances
| Words run through my veins and pass through my heart. When I write something, I mean it and when I say I love you...no-one can comprehend how much that means. |
Bulgaria and Absence
Overwhelmed
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go along with your lives
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In Our Darkest Hour
Will You Still Care?
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In Our Darkest Hour
Will You Still Care?
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"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." - Albert Einstein
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