DREAMER'S WRITINGS (PART ONE)

Writing down the words that will be eventually burnt because of their insanity I was thinking about their real meaning and figured out that their meaning changes from ear to ear, from eye to eye, from soul to soul. Neverending changes are everywhere. Unstoppable they spread all over the place filling you with unbearable chaos. Burning with desire to throw all my belongings away I stop myself realizing what I am doing. Feeling emptiness because I threw all the excitement away only becuse of reality. Unimportant unimportance is important for me right now. I killed an emotion. Hurray!!!

POETRY

Poetry, so silent
invisible, untouchable
light as feather
lost in lines of thoughts

Leaving a message
misunderstood
flowing slowly
into my head

Priceless feeling
emotions start to sing
true and so abstract
poetry lost its words

EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD AND STILL JUST A CHILD

Err.... Yes, today I have passed the great age barrier determining who is an adult and who is not. And... I feel... the same. lol. No, I'm not surprised. I have expected that the world won't change because of my age. It's the others. Everyone takes this REALLY SERIOUSLY! I know that it's important.. but why? It just allows you to drink alcohol, you can have sex (from 15 already lol), you can smoke..you are responsible for yourself. But didn't you do these things before? Didn't you smoke at least one cigarette? Didn't you drink at least one glass of beer? The only difference is, that you actually realize that none of these things are forbidden for you... so it's not even exciting for you to do them. It kinda loses the atmosphere, the feeling. And because of this I'm a little bit sad.. not too sad, because this is my birthday (this makes me happy), but still... today is the day I realized I don't want to be grown up anymore.

THIS IS WHO I CHOSE TO BE

A priest who believes in nothing
pretending to love his god
his face keeps on smiling
and nothing ever seems odd

A fool who can think on his own
chose his way to survive
put the curtains away
let them see he's alive

This is who I chose to be
I hide my thoughts so you can't see
This is who I chose to be
This is who I'll never be

A dreamer who never sleeps
child of nightmares and fantasies
killing all his dreams
erasing them so noone ever sees

A prisoner full of freedom
kept in a lonely room
dreaming of better places
thinking a change comes soon

This is who I chose to be
I hide my thoughts so you can't see
This is who I chose to be
This is who I want to be.

these are the lyrics form my last song This Is Who I Chose To Be

NEW

I had some free time today and I couldn't figure out what to do. Then I realized my blog is in really bad shape (I have to admit that it was too chaotic even for me lol), so I decided to change its look and make some order in chaos :-D. I hope you like the new style (although it is still only a modification of the older one but it looks quite different)... if you have any ideas how to make it even better, feel free to post them here (don't post things like: 'put some colours in your blog!'... I'm not making any 'colourful changes' in this blog..NEVER!!!)... i believe you understand why lol... thank you!!!! :-)