Scarlet Posted October 7, 2005 Report post Posted October 7, 2005 Ne baš tako davno... znale su se reči koje bi odjekivale dimenzijama neznanim, odbijale se, od mene kao o kakav kamen. Svetlucava stena! -a tek je dotakoše reči... ona se sroni u milion sitnih kamenčića. Ta tamna misao, prekri svu prostotu vedrine koju je mogla da zamisli. Da sebi priušti. Sve i ništa. Danju bi blještala i oči zaslepljivala, noću bi izranjala po koja predivna misao, sva treptava kao zvezda. Umirivala bi retke, one koje ih razumeju. Ali, ta, tamna misao...Razdire!! Odvaja me od telesnog. Izdiže me na hiljade svetlosnih godina od trenutka u kome ostaje samo telo. Prah, prašina, prljavština. Garavi ponor, otrovan sumnjom. Ja sam svoj odgovor... i zato nije misao u meni, već ja u njoj. Nije kamen u srcu već srce u kamenu. Samozvana bela misao nije misao, već osećaj - nije obojen niti je crn osećaj negativan. Neobične je beline. I da... ne baš tako davno, kada je formula mog bića jošuvek bila sveža, tek natopljena nekim neiskazivim bolom, nije bilo načina da misao evoluira u emociju, da bol postane bazična tečnost... Bila sam suvi kamen, sličan mermeru. Jedina mana bila bi neobična lepota sastava svih nesavršenosti. Kamenčuga od sitnih listića, šljunku nalik, prilepljeni jedan za drugi. Tako u beskonačnost. Sve češće, reči su jedini potres koji bi naškodio ovom kamenu. Reč po reč... vraćala bi me tamo odakle i dolazim. Naprslina... pukotina.. prah, garež. Opet je nesavršenost jedina savršenost koju imam. P.S. ovo mi pada na pamet kao start.. nema boljeg objašnjnja za potencijalno mlataranje rečima. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mrtva Posted October 7, 2005 Report post Posted October 7, 2005 Prah, prašina, prljavština. Garavi ponor, otrovan sumnjom. Ja sam svoj odgovor... i zato nije misao u meni, već ja u njoj. Nije kamen u srcu već srce u kamenu. Samozvana bela misao nije misao, već osećaj - nije obojen niti je crn osećaj negativan. Neobične je beline. he' kako je ovo fino napisano... nemam rijechi... prvi put ti vidim nick...mozda i nisi nova...nije bitno...odlichno pishesh... svaka ti chast...obozavamovakve radove da chitam... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scarlet Posted October 7, 2005 Report post Posted October 7, 2005 uhh htela sam da se otvorim malo svetu. Mogli bi ljudi da razmenjuju misli upravo ovako. Nije bitno jeli engl. ili srpski. Vazno da nesto nastane na licu mesta. 10 meseci zvanichno registrovana.. slabo pishem ovde.. obichno chitkam. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mrtva Posted October 7, 2005 Report post Posted October 7, 2005 izvini...samo kazem...da te nisam primjetila...ama shto si se krila svo vrijeme... haj' postuj ti takvih radova josh...(kad budesh htijela)... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tovar Posted October 7, 2005 Report post Posted October 7, 2005 malena... nocas srusio se svet... *** malena, kako cu bez tebe sutra? malena, tu su uvek dop i vutra... *** poenta je da se svima spontano srusi svet i da je najzdravije vrisnuti, napiti se, izdrogirati, napisati nesto... otvoriti se sebi samom, pa onda svim drugima. celom svetu. skinuti se go na ulici. nega gledaju. neka te ne zanima. neka nikog vise nije briga... i neka tebe nije briga. reinkarnacija postoji. ali samo u stvarnom zivotu. samo dubokim rezovima... *** and tomorrow you will wake up... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scarlet Posted October 7, 2005 Report post Posted October 7, 2005 heheheh doticale su Stone-a i neke fizikalije.. ali nisu ostavile bash fatalan trag he he he. Bah da se skidam u Nišu.. neću mali je.. ali bih to učinila na nekom putu u špicu koji vodi do posla i nazad. Nisam ja tako stidljiva after all. Vutru sam izbacila davno.. ali umem da odsanjam nesto utripovano, što ću napisati- Jedan od mojih tripoznijih snova je sledeće. prijao bi mi Beograd. reinkarnacija postoji. ali samo u stvarnom zivotu. samo dubokim rezovima... *** mali bog i njegova najbolja drugarica patetika*** Kakve duboke projekcije prošlosti... niz sva ova ogledala... a bilo je generalnog čišćenja duše... i baš se pitam, kako su ta silna ogledala uopšte dospela u ovu tako malenu poentu mrtvila u mojim očima. *lol the dead spot in my eye* Tišina... ja zaista nečujem niti jedan zvuk što struji mojim malim prostorom oivičenim punktovima nekih sila. Kažu: osećanjima prostiremo svetlo bliss-a.. hmmm Imam samo sekund da oslušnem šta mi senke šapuću. Samo nežan dodir zagrljaja neznanog lika. Sve za mir istine koju donosi. Zatvorenih očiju, krhko biće progovara, proklete istine, za pojam jakih. Oluje i zatišje, isplovljavaju zadnjim šapatom sa usana - tako savršeno izvajanih i naizgled tako punih života. ...Ni posle svih onih grubih reči nisu ostvarile mit o lepoti... ipak, pobiše tvrdnju o prolaznosti i tela koje svakim danom, ne postaje već nestaje. A vazduh, koji svi vi udišete ? - i to je moje. Moje iluzije. Kao i svetlost dovoljna za moja ogledala. Ona ista, dovoljna za svu unutrašnju tminu i tajne svete, moćne onoliko koliko se javnim mogu nazvati. One, koje ja nikada neću uspeti ni sa kim da podelim. * lol* ***bog je postao fenser*** Sasvim je mirno. Baš sada palim milje rasplamsalog zvezdanog neba. Vidim i tebe. Čujem tvoje disanje, osećam tvoj bol, sreću, ushićenje i zbunjeni otkucaj marionete nazvane "srce". "Ej, ti! Odvi te dosadne dane karte, delikatne koliko je i sama poruka u njoj. On je. Psss.. ne trpći. Ma.. da ti.. bićeš anđeo smrti. Da pripada ti ta uloga.. ma kažem ti, i nije tako loše. Sve je stvar ratio interesa. Ti odluči da li da bežiš, da li da se vratiš i kriješ se do kraja.. bez i jednog čula". Potiskivaćeš eden na moja ugnjetena ramena. Ej, znam da sad imash gomilu paperijastih pitanja... ali neka. Nemam vremena. Obuzimaju me planovi u smislu - umesto da se smaram u raju nalik tvom.. u stvri.. šta ćeš tačno tamo raditi sutra? Ovaj.. mislim da preskočim maštu ugnjetenog i ne smaram se sa doktorima, šoferima, učiteljima, fizičarima, astronautima... Odletim negde u neki drugi univerzum i sve započnem iz početka...ja koji sam umeshao prste u tatinu priču.. ...ah.. ogledala.. znam šta ću s njima... e onda sam se probudila TRRIP. ko čita ovo .. alAL mu .. obećavam neću više ovako. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
STARSHOOTER_SUPREME Posted October 8, 2005 Report post Posted October 8, 2005 Veoma interesantno pravo cudo na ovom forumu cek da procitam jos par puta ipak Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scarlet Posted October 8, 2005 Report post Posted October 8, 2005 čudo ? hehe imponuje.. slobodno ljudi.. slobodno i vi nesto prospite rechito heh. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeronikaJeOdluchilaDaUmre Posted October 8, 2005 Report post Posted October 8, 2005 skroz je dobro! treba pazhljivo da se chita! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
greeter of the rising sun Posted October 8, 2005 Report post Posted October 8, 2005 Ja sam svoj odgovor... i zato nije misao u meni, već ja u njoj. Nije kamen u srcu već srce u kamenu. Samozvana bela misao nije misao, već osećaj - nije obojen niti je crn osećaj negativan. Neobične je beline. Opet je nesavršenost jedina savršenost koju imam. true Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tovar Posted October 9, 2005 Report post Posted October 9, 2005 sad si me bas monstruozno istripovala... be quiet and drive far away... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scarlet Posted October 9, 2005 Report post Posted October 9, 2005 lool lest se istriopovao... Lestat? He is a strong, healthy man too, with athick sanguine neck; and his keen, cheerful mouth cuts into somewhat flashy corners... well versed in romance or so he'd want us to think.. a evo sta kazu drugi.. to be presice.. druge ~~*~~ za one koje su nekgde prosute po EU I don't know where you are it really doesen't matter... you're just too far to hear anything Maybe once i've said something meaning to myself U r my curse that i shuld detest! Formidable fulstop leaveing me speechless just why do you kill my last breath wtih whimpering strenth? ALI.. IMA I DRUGIH... oni prichaju ovako Now i see the path, Darkness, to feed my soul splinters that you made, in order to know who i am.. **looool** jooj And this being within me.. can not conceal pains .. bla bla ~~*~~ na zalost ima ih josh.. mada to mushkima uvek prija I am you best seller of love I am , you know Risin' hands for you mind's sqeezing soul ~~*~~ bla ovo su one kalibra.. nikada necjesh nacji bolju od mene... hahaha UVEK.. se moze nacji nesto dobro... You're all free to go leaving the sheets "unironed" for sure Demons i rise as cures are only the crack of mine in yours Burden to me burdening to us both... ~~*~~ i.. ajde da damo neki kraj.. Recimo: How miraculous it is now! We're the best sellers of love!! P.S. nema ljutish.. data mi je ideja.eheh Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
dark_lilith Posted October 9, 2005 Report post Posted October 9, 2005 stvarno je pravo cudo na ovom forumu medju bog-zna-kakvim shkrabotinama Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tovar Posted October 10, 2005 Report post Posted October 10, 2005 @ scarlet: i sold my soul for complete control. i kao replika, nije moj stih, ali se odnosi na prodavce: "moje vreme prolazi, nemam ga jos mnogo, moje vreme prolazi, a nista nisam stigao da naplatim." i za sve koji su ikad kupovali, misleci da dobijaju, opet nesto sto nije moje: "did i punish you for dreaming? did i brake your heart and leave you crying? do you ever dream of escaping? don't you ever dream of escaping." i samo jos jedna stvar: pazi kako teras svet u kurac. i pamti da novi zivot i ne sme da bude tako nov, samo mora da bude bolji... dovoljno si svoja da znas sta radis i sta treba da radis, a mi smo uvek tu, makar kao elektronski signali i distorzirani glasovi iz demonskih naprava. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scarlet Posted November 7, 2005 Report post Posted November 7, 2005 (IF) This, what I am is made of zealot so serene And hunger seeming (AM) To my hunger so complete Than, I shall forever be distant from my dream And songs of ruining confidence would only Do my my favorite, self-sabotage scene Away from a thing in this dream Enclosing the only sight None of the white ones I see Everythihg come as the same to me Feelings, all sooted away.. i simply cant thrill ‘em from insides again Look how simple it is – these protectors Are pouring spits on my back.. all the way I wonder if they have anything to say? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scarlet Posted November 8, 2005 Report post Posted November 8, 2005 Get away from here ! U trapped me in… Get away far from the lands I live-in. And just for a second be transparent to see you’re not human after all. How could we ever spend time as one…with last more …echoing pain I am Soothing away. Maybe it’s better to wipe your own tears with silk. Not many of such have been wiped with in your mith. Yet maybe tears themselves simply renew this harmony.So should I fuss? I myself have thousands of lakes and seas splashing my whole existence, with winds so strong, blowing my beneaths. Still I haven’t considered it to be something good. At least there was a salty rock. I must have been out of silk, and tears stayed there in the places where they had Bear . But lately this sea, so far removed every sain thing. So remainded only ruine. No material proof, nor a soul levitating around, to give it an authentic aureal. I’m no saint u know. I surely won’t have enough strength to show you the nothingness you made me be, instead of a swoan.. ready to have a new generation of the same. However, let’s “enjoy the silence”, no this child has never heard this one. How beautiful echoes, paining outcries are… my sweet mama. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
NecistaKrv Posted November 8, 2005 Report post Posted November 8, 2005 my sweet mama. rapujes sestro. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tovar Posted November 8, 2005 Report post Posted November 8, 2005 while watching others, we only see our worst projections. everything is the same. it depends only on your mind, weakened by searching for difference. nothing ever changes. new generations are just what we used to be, and what we hate... everything is everywhere. space and time are irrelevant. everything starts and ends in one singularity, one point we will never know. make a change. make a cut, it would just be a brand new trip of your mind. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blacksunray Verb Delikvent Posted November 8, 2005 Report post Posted November 8, 2005 malena... nocas srusio se svet... *** malena, kako cu bez tebe sutra? malena, tu su uvek dop i vutra... *** poenta je da se svima spontano srusi svet i da je najzdravije vrisnuti, napiti se, izdrogirati, napisati nesto... otvoriti se sebi samom, pa onda svim drugima. celom svetu. skinuti se go na ulici. nega gledaju. neka te ne zanima. neka nikog vise nije briga... i neka tebe nije briga. reinkarnacija postoji. ali samo u stvarnom zivotu. samo dubokim rezovima... *** and tomorrow you will wake up... crni bombarder.... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Helena Posted November 8, 2005 Report post Posted November 8, 2005 OK, ja cu malo da se vratim onim stvarima pisanim na dobro mi poznatom jeziku, odnosno srpskom. Pisanije ima potencijala, ali ako vec zelis da postignes odredjene efekte, a vidim da zelis, onda moras malo vise paznje da posvetis znakovima interpunkcije, kao i pravilnom razdvajanju reci i paragrafa, jer tako dobijas mnogo "jaci" efekat slike koju zelis da preneses. I sto se mene tice, vise mi se dopada ono sto pises na srpskom. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scarlet Posted November 8, 2005 Report post Posted November 8, 2005 @ lest.... today my mind is shallow.. but we all have the same eyes.. the soul is different. @ lest.. this world is spinning around me this world is spinning without me and every day is future or past every step brings me closer to my last.. dt. Pull me under. @ ALL I could not dare weep as I wanted to, for my tears would have been full of blood. Unless such blood is always a blessing. haha It is not only mind setting you frontiers… it’s not essential to be wise so heavy thoughts couold choke. Many times I’m asking myself why , my beloved hell I use words at all?! But if it ever become the most poverful arm.. I’d become a killer. LoL *that might confort me.* Ever, were we perjured scentin’ cuch contaminated scent of incense? How I ought to scream a plea.. without a word God.. coulntless reasons I can find here to want to know you. And as I would be tired of all the happiness shared with you, I’m a tired spot holding under your shadows. Tireing up myself again and again. Antique evil made the modern good, an evil of reality so smoothly dressed in a new done. Were we ever cheated deeper at once than, by the glory of goodness through the evils eyes? @ necista krv.. ahaha sta cju.. desi se ! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scarlet Posted November 8, 2005 Report post Posted November 8, 2005 @ ANGELENA zaboravih ... da.. interpunkcija... nije mi jasno zasto sam tako lenja u srpskom jeziku, ali dobro. Nisam se previshe trudila samo sam copypastovala bez ikakvih prepravki neke stvari koje sam pisala pitaj boga kad.. i pod kojim mentalnim sklopom . Sada cju se potruditi. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tovar Posted November 9, 2005 Report post Posted November 9, 2005 if you are out of the world, how can you see it spining? from nothing we came and to nothing we fall. we are just in between of two black holes. and we have electronic signals just to know where we are. and the hills have eyes. we have to save our souls for ourselves. before we let anyone crush 'em. we can't change the world, we have to live with it, in its pure grotesque form. but still to save something for ourselves, and to make a difference. the fragile art. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scarlet Posted November 9, 2005 Report post Posted November 9, 2005 pa ja sam i sama krajnost.. zato mi i ne odgovara sredina haah.. e...chesto mislim da smo samo mi odgovorni za sve sto nam se deshava.Mozda sluchajno.. chini se tako. Pitam se... samo sto .. ali sto? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tovar Posted November 10, 2005 Report post Posted November 10, 2005 i know the pieces fit, 'cuz i watch them fall away... tool. zen. hindu. crnjanski. sumatra. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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