You can make it
There comes a certain point in life,
When you need to fight for your right.
They will try to push you away,
They will try to put you on the very first train.
What you should do is stay,
Make them see that what they do is not ok.
People who stay on the edge,
Are a perfect catch.
They make the revolutions happen,
They take away from the bad guys their weapon.
So it goes for revolutions as for small conclusions.
In life you should do what you feel is right,
Please do not follow those on the no brain side.
Lack of posting
Due to my health problems and lack of motivation I have not been posting lately… New post is coming soon! But at least I am finally working on my thesis
Greets for everyone who missed me!
Take a risk
Tell about your feelings to other people or they might die before anyone notice and all you’ll have left is pain and disappointment… Release your mind and heart. You might be hurt but at least you can feel life in every aspect of it… Be honest. Fake friends and relationships are like snowflakes, they’ll melt soon. So take a spade and throw them away before they leave too much dirt behind…
Restless mind
The funny thing in life is that we always want more,
what we have isn’t enough, that’s for sure.
Sometimes life looks pathetic and we are never enough ethic.
I kept running away,
maybe because people never asked me to stay.
If I look deeply into my life,
It seems like I’m always in a fight.
Relationships make me sad,
This must be my bad.
I was never the best in anything I tried,
Oh how many times I have cried.
I make friends and let them far away,
This is why not many of them like to stay.
I am watching my family grazing down and down,
I want to help but they are closed like a prawn.
Sometimes I find myself wondering what will happen to me,
how long and how nice my life will be.
Are you sure you want to stay with me?
If not please walk away,
I don’t want you to start hating my pain.
La vita e bella
You might have been wondering why I don’t post lately. Well, as I have mentioned before I took some time off.
I went to Italy to visit my friends from Erasmus exchange. We have visited Padova, Venice and Bologna.
We drank billion cups off coffee and ate pasta.
After a few days being at home me and my boyfriend had a road trip to Bratislava, Brno, Telč and Prague.
Both trips were amazing and they made me feel better. I simply love travelling and recharging batteries that way.
I can say: “La vita e bella!”
Now I need to prepare for a week of debating on international level according to multiculturalism and minorities… Well I also have to watch a movie or two on Liffe (film festival which offers amazing pieces of art to be seen). After all that amazing trips I’ll focus on something that bothers me and that I want to have it done – my thesis! Sorry once again for not sharing my mind with you by not posting anything new but I promise that after my sweet November I’ll do so.
And please think about this:
“We are not getting any younger; if your style of life isn’t making you happy it’s better to stop for a while and think about what can you do to make it better. Take some time off and allow yourself to be happy again. I have lost my smile but now I found it again!”
Colours of autumn
When you see nature in the most amazing dress you can think off you understand that no human being can break her down…
Words don’t have to be said to be understood
Those people who repeatedly say »I love you«,
are good candidates for not telling the truth.
Words don’t have to be said to be understood,
and you don’t have to act like Robin Hood.
All he did was look deeply into my eyes,
he was shaking and so we hugged,
we felt like being drugged.
I couldn’t eat when he was about to came and not even when he was leaving,
but yet I needed to continue with my living.
I don’t have to be with him or talk to him but he still knows how I feel,
this is true love, not an insane deal.
I’m on my way to disappear
There is something I want you to know,
you can call it a stupid show.
All I have seen so far are affairs,
it seems like the only thing about what he cares.
Why can’t it be easy,
you always make me dizzy.
You make me want to run away,
so please stop asking me to stay.
When you are talking like a broken machine,
I feel like after eating in an awful school canteen.
From now on I just don’t care,
a happy face is all I’m gonna wear.
You can watch me disappearing in the night,
our love is not something for what I want to fight.
My heart is still,
my mind is clear,
I’m on my way to disappear.
How do I release my soul?
Since I remember I loved to write. I wrote letters, notes, poems, posts, messages, emails…You name it – I wrote that. This June I wanted to write a story for kinds but then days passed and I missed the deadline. I never finished that story. I found it hard to do it, it just didn’t suit me. But according to poems – I just sit down and start writing, it’s like the hand is doing it and I don’t even realize what I wrote until I read it. Where does it come from? It’s just amazing. I wrote many poems for people I know, especially for birthdays and similar events. And than I read them in front of everyone invited. I did that ever since I was a little girl. I love standing in front of public and make them listen to me. I feel a little nervous first but then I forget about them, it’s just me and my mouth saying what my mind and my heart has to say.
Two years ago I became a member of debate club and debating helped me a lot to think about what I’m gonna say and to give proofs and arguments for supporting my words.
Recently I started a new job – mostly I’m doing workshops for pupils and secondary school students. Sometimes the whole hour I have with them seems like five minutes. If they don’t cooperate it seems ages – that’s for sure. But it’s what I like: to help people with my experiences and giving advises what to study etc. Of course I also have to present them our website and make them register to it, but since I believe that it’ll do them good that’s not a hard thing to do. Afterwords I have to do an interview with the dean – there are all sorts of them and it’s nice talking to many of them. I can’t wait to start writing articles for that website so my passion for writing can be expressed.
Anyway, last week a posted two poems on my blog: I told my self that it’s time to write a new post and I also wanted to drag a friend’s attention to write me back… So I posted it. And than I wrote another one. Than Jingle found me. Now I’m happier than ever. I always wanted to be a poet. I thought that I have to write the whole book of poems to become one. Now I just realised: I don’t need to be known to be a poet. I’m writing poems so this makes me a poet.
Yesterday I was searching for some documents and I found a poem, a poem which I wrote during my Erasmus period in Lisbon. I’ll type it for you guys to see it. I remember my portuguese flatmate trying to make a song out of it, he was playing on his guitar and singing lyrics of this poem while doing that.
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