Milky way

 What I dream and desire
 That is killing me
 In my soul a storm of senses
 In my eyes pride and thoughts
 And you?
 Conceited fool
 You know what you want?
 Or rather think you don’t?
 This doesn’t matter anymore
 You will stay a fruit
 As in the beginning
 23:00 16.09.03 

Not my name

 I feel like a doll
 My life is washing in a washing machine
 Yes, without living without moving
 I'm lying in a golden powder
 They treat me like a puppet
 Like a passing haze
 Such a doll at the exhibition
 In a copper frame
 'Porcelain doll'
 What fate her given?
 22:04 15.05.03 

Definition

Words are beautiful only if they flow straight from the soul, they 
are more beautiful than those flowing from the heart. Because those
 from the heart are like candles - when it burns out it goes out. 
And those from the soul are like the sun - despite that, it hides, 
it still and goes out every day. - Jan2003