Forever Yours
My golden armor
I have a problem with myself
As with spoiled water
I must bear it
Still hold back
I would like to be close
Feel the fire
Look at heaven
Efface all traces
Rotate in space
Not have to hide
Self reflection
Ok, what I was going to say first… Then I had something funny but I don’t remember anymore I had an earthquake in my personal space, and although everything is perfectly where it was it feels like one big mess I have to clean all over. And just yesterday I managed to get my thoughts under control and leave the ‘shiny’ ones out but now they’re gonna have to go invisible again. And I’m tired of hiding my values just because the time and place is not right and something can happen to (…) But maybe that’s way it has to happen and afterwards I won’t have to hide ever again; I’m not scared anymore, just sad. Not sure which is worst. scared you can hug and fear goes away, sad you can hug and tears keep flowing.
You know, anytime I manage to pull myself back together, which is especially hard for me with the mental disorders that I have, like OCD not to mention others. I’m proud of myself when I do it, and then I feel ready, ready to live not under cover, to be me, to do what I enjoy, learn things, explore. Unfortunately that never lasts too long, shortly after I get a invisible hammer, it’s not heavy, but when it hits you everything in your head flies, and then I try to catch them thoughts not to lose them but I only manage few, the rest is always to rebuild.
Now I finally feel I understood my flaws and I feel free, calm. I fought so much in life, wanting to get one, I was just surviving one day after another. Now I still have to survive but I’m ready to live too. In November last year I realised something as a result of my another stupidity, and decided, it’s time to stop crying over myself and last chance to pursue my dreams. Of course it wasn’t easy, after a while doing it alone I thought I cannot anymore, I wanted to stop for good. But I was real in my feelings however I got scared. I thought I can’t make it alone. And then a miracle happened, I’ve gone reckless again, this time from fear, and maybe that’s why I was saved. God didn’t let me turn back, instead showed me how can I go further. I am still very unstable with my thoughts, this time though I fight with myself and I’m winning.
Glass is broken
I promise I will never be sad again
And this ragged from me canvas
It will stay away somewhere
My desires will flow ...
I don’t want a lover anymore
Because like a broken glass
Bubble soap
The only thing beautiful has it is beautiful wings
I'm not doing anything
Because everything is a trick
And my power
It will flow into this night
And he will cover everything like a golden blanket
I am in despair of distress
Maybe someone will see it?
Maybe will me help a little
And I will see gold aurora
I would like to fly to the clouds
Find a bag full of dreams
Sprinkle them
So it never again will be bad
Never cry again
Never hesitate
Dead
My dreams are closed in a golden casket
I will drink what is in the golden ampoule
I will die fast
Very quietly
I will disappear from your side
In copper plasma
First I settle my affairs
And look at the agave flowers
I will correct my mistakes
You won’t see me again
I will try again, maybe I will succeed
Despite what people call hypocrisy
Help yourself
Like for a small decoration
I will fight with you
By my matters
Because it's important to me
For you also serious
You’ll listen to me
What you want you’ll fake
But fulfill
What I want , for my life
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I want to have someone
Who won’t show me what hostility is
Who will love me
Who I can talk about in a dreams
Someone’s good
To me nice
Who I’ll be attracted to
Always and everywhere
Someone who I miss
Who I dream about and think about
I feel free
Capable of everything
I'm quail
I kneel before God
I want to leave my souls
When the moon is listening
I'm sorry for what has finished
What was from my life
I love everything around
I listen when heaven's calling
Yes, it's all the time
Squeezed in a leather belt
I fight with it
With my memories
And with everything else
I will destroy all those guilty
I'm dying
 I gathering my strength
It all hurts me
My heart is reprimanding
I hate you
My lost time
Everything spoiled?
No! I am preparing my revenge
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And when among the birds I glide
I paint dreams in the sky
I'm still afraid
You killed me
I still fight
It's all bakes
I suffer this pain
Although it hurts like rain
I won’t let you defeat me
I don’t want to die here
I don’t know what to think
To something smart invent
I don’t know what to write
To look after my reputation
I don’t know what to say
So I don’t lose sense
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I feel free
Capable of everything
I'm quail
I kneel before God
I want to leave my soul
When the moon is listening
I'm sorry for what has finished
What was from my life
I love everything around
I listen when heaven's calling
Yes, it's all the time
Squeezed in a leather belt
I fight with it
With my memories
And with everything else
I will destroy all those guilty
Scented flowers
1. The clouds are in the sky
Have beautiful shapes
Sky is blue
The stars give us a goal
Choirs:
Trees painted
And pine and spruce
For man, God gave that
And I'm looking at it
2. Why can not I
Fly through this world
Sweet and carefree
Like this lily flower
Choirs:
Regret and pain gilled
Hate games
What purpose God gave
I will destroy it all
3. I do not understand, I sough
In the crowd ...
I'm picking up for flight –
myself...
And so I fall down
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Have you ever thought about birds, the most beautiful ones, those without a name … without a home, without a companion – emotionally and physically lonely?
Did you at all think about it ?! Beautiful, proud and unwanted, without constant stead.
…without translation, without explanation – proud and haughty.
I want to make love! Here, now … with you, day and night!
No, no, not true. I lie!
 I do not want anything from you. I would like there to be more adequate word than ‘love’, I do not like to make love…
 I like to feel that I am above my fears, that nothing and no one can beat me internal. I’m not thirsty for anything, some things I just need.