let me hurt you so i wont
jump off a cliff so i'll catch you
love me so i can love you back
tell me that this is just a dream--A. Dreamer
and tomorrow u will sill be here..
say it...even if its a lie
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Thoughts x2
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Spread Your Wings And Fly Now
Ill probably come back on this but for now i just wanted to say that:
I feel light as a feather and i have to thanks only one girl for that
Thursday, July 26, 2012
The F*cked-up Prince [ Chapter 2 ]
When something bad happens we despair, we lose confidence in our beliefs. And the question is always the same… Why me?
All we do in our lives is linger between happiness and sadness; joy and anguish; war and love
The only place where we can feel safe is: cuddled in the arms of our loved ones. What if those hands are not there to catch you when you are falling? When I speak to a girl everything I ever do seems to have no value at all. They receive gifts and compliments as if it was nothing special, taking everything for granted. They behave like if you were yet another number in line and that if you don’t like it someone else is ready to take your place. That feeling alone devours me from within. How can you love someone boundlessly when you have this ... creature deep inside you? I could not find one single girl that would fight for me, for us, just to be by my side.
I blame all this on guys that only want to use girl and dispose them afterwards. They speak nicely and behave just because they know what they want and they know they don’t have to keep the act for a long time because once they have what they want there is no reason for them to continue... so they just move on to another girl. And all that's left is: Just another girl with a broken heart that is too frightened to love again.
I hope I will never be too hurt to love because that day will be the saddest day of my life.
"Chapter 2 - Why Me?"
--A. Dreamer
All we do in our lives is linger between happiness and sadness; joy and anguish; war and love
- Rivalry against our brothers and sisters
- Rivalry towards different beliefs
- Rivalry against people living in other regions
The only place where we can feel safe is: cuddled in the arms of our loved ones. What if those hands are not there to catch you when you are falling? When I speak to a girl everything I ever do seems to have no value at all. They receive gifts and compliments as if it was nothing special, taking everything for granted. They behave like if you were yet another number in line and that if you don’t like it someone else is ready to take your place. That feeling alone devours me from within. How can you love someone boundlessly when you have this ... creature deep inside you? I could not find one single girl that would fight for me, for us, just to be by my side.
I blame all this on guys that only want to use girl and dispose them afterwards. They speak nicely and behave just because they know what they want and they know they don’t have to keep the act for a long time because once they have what they want there is no reason for them to continue... so they just move on to another girl. And all that's left is: Just another girl with a broken heart that is too frightened to love again.
I hope I will never be too hurt to love because that day will be the saddest day of my life.
"Chapter 2 - Why Me?"
--A. Dreamer
Monday, July 23, 2012
Love You
Probably i'm one of those persons that sees the glass half full when it comes to romance but this morning something strange was in my plate.
And probably i'm going crazy after the recent events. At least i still have my dreamy vision. Have a nice day and a healthy breakfast.
--A. Dreamer
And probably i'm going crazy after the recent events. At least i still have my dreamy vision. Have a nice day and a healthy breakfast.
--A. Dreamer
¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Melody : The Show
Sometimes life hits you so hard that you lose all words. So you let others sing your feelings for you.
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle--Lenka - The Show
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why
Slow it down, make it stop or else my heart is going to pop
'Cause it's too much, yeah it's a lot to be something I'm not
I'm a fool out of love 'cause I just can't get enough
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why
I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show
The sun is hot in the sky just like a giant spotlight
The people follow the signs and synchronize in time
It's a joke nobody knows, they've got a ticket to the show
Yeah, I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why
I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show
Just enjoy the show
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why
I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show
Just enjoy the show, just enjoy the show
I want my money back, I want my money back
I want my money back, just enjoy the show
I want my money back, I want my money back
I want my money back, just enjoy the show
Monday, July 16, 2012
The F*cked-up Prince [ Chapter 1 ]
In every universe, in every country, in every city, in every school there is a shy guy who secretly loves a girl but never expresses his feelings to her. I was that guy and of course my girl was the most beautiful of them all. Long dark red hair falling on her awesome white shoulders, the smile that could charm any living thing, dressing classy but not unreachable. In one word: my dream. The best thing was that I was her best friend. Thinking twice I am not so sure if that was the best or worst thing but I totally agree with the quote “It's better to have loved and hurt... than never having loved at all”.
We were in the same classroom and now after years I understand why my final vote was only 63 out 100. I used to spend all my days gazing at her beauty in silence. I could not care less about studies; I thought school would last forever. Most days we would both wait for the bus to take us home, I had plenty of opportunities to tell her what my heart was screaming. The bus stop was usually crowded with girls and boys that couldn’t wait to hop on the bus and run away from that little ‘’inferno’’. For me it was quite the opposite every time the bus came I knew that I had to wait at least 18 more hours to see my angel again. One day of autumn we both took the same bus and with us there were 3 of our friends. Every time I was near her there was a vortex of mixed happiness and embracement within me. I was sitting near the window admiring the beauty nature had to offer in that particular time of the year. Leaves were falling from the trees, a small wind going through my hair and the feeling of static energy anticipating the rain. The only thing bothering me was a wasp that kept going around. I tried to shoo her off without any success. Finally I found something that I could use to hit her in order to secure my spot on the bus without any more hostilities. After a while she stopped fling and took a break just in range for me to hit her. Up until today I am not sure if I ever hit the poor thing but what I am sure of is: in my hand I was holding a glass breaking emergency hammer and that the glass where the wasp was resting a few seconds ago was now shattered in front of me. The embracement I felt that day is hard to describe not only I was in a bus full of people but among them there she was: incredulous watching what I just did. The thought of that shattered glass would haunt me for eternity. Only after years I got over it and even laughed with the 3 friends that were on the bus with me.
… and what a fucked-up prince I was that day.
"Chapter 1 - Tales of the Past"
--A. Dreamer
We were in the same classroom and now after years I understand why my final vote was only 63 out 100. I used to spend all my days gazing at her beauty in silence. I could not care less about studies; I thought school would last forever. Most days we would both wait for the bus to take us home, I had plenty of opportunities to tell her what my heart was screaming. The bus stop was usually crowded with girls and boys that couldn’t wait to hop on the bus and run away from that little ‘’inferno’’. For me it was quite the opposite every time the bus came I knew that I had to wait at least 18 more hours to see my angel again. One day of autumn we both took the same bus and with us there were 3 of our friends. Every time I was near her there was a vortex of mixed happiness and embracement within me. I was sitting near the window admiring the beauty nature had to offer in that particular time of the year. Leaves were falling from the trees, a small wind going through my hair and the feeling of static energy anticipating the rain. The only thing bothering me was a wasp that kept going around. I tried to shoo her off without any success. Finally I found something that I could use to hit her in order to secure my spot on the bus without any more hostilities. After a while she stopped fling and took a break just in range for me to hit her. Up until today I am not sure if I ever hit the poor thing but what I am sure of is: in my hand I was holding a glass breaking emergency hammer and that the glass where the wasp was resting a few seconds ago was now shattered in front of me. The embracement I felt that day is hard to describe not only I was in a bus full of people but among them there she was: incredulous watching what I just did. The thought of that shattered glass would haunt me for eternity. Only after years I got over it and even laughed with the 3 friends that were on the bus with me.
… and what a fucked-up prince I was that day.
"Chapter 1 - Tales of the Past"
--A. Dreamer
The F*cked-up Prince [ Prologue ]
This is the story of a boy who is lonely and afraid. This is a real story… My story… While writing these lines I know nothing of my beloved, and I know nothing about this book except for its title: The Fucked-up Prince. Hoping that by the time I finish writing this book I will find what many define as: True Love. And while seeking my True Love I wish to revive or enhance the Romeo or Juliet that lies within you: the little boy or girl who gazed at the stars reaching out for a glimpse of their own True Love. Everyone needs and deserves to be loved.
I know nothing about you and most likely you know nothing about me, yet here I am telling you about my troubles, my failures and hopefully what is going to be my happy ending. As for now I am a 26 year old guy stuck in-between a boy and a man. I am a dreamer and as one I love to think that everyone is moved by the best intentions and that life sometimes hits us so hard that we have difficulties to follow those intentions. I make no exception to this rule. I started dreaming of a beautiful girl that one day would take my hand and bring me into her world of perfection. But as I said before: at times life is cruel and we are unarmed while dealing with love.
But before telling you more about my story let me take a step back and speak a bit about why I chose such a weird title for this book. Well as in every tale there is a beautiful girl and there is a charming prince but I’m not a prince and I’m not so charming. Every time I try to do something good it ends up in a total screw-up. No matter how hard I try life always finds a way of putting me back on my knees. What I am trying to say is that after all the effort I have put into finding the girl of my dreams I didn't find her yet. Even if I were to finally find her I am not so sure who is supposed to save who.
"Prologue"
--A. Dreamer
I know nothing about you and most likely you know nothing about me, yet here I am telling you about my troubles, my failures and hopefully what is going to be my happy ending. As for now I am a 26 year old guy stuck in-between a boy and a man. I am a dreamer and as one I love to think that everyone is moved by the best intentions and that life sometimes hits us so hard that we have difficulties to follow those intentions. I make no exception to this rule. I started dreaming of a beautiful girl that one day would take my hand and bring me into her world of perfection. But as I said before: at times life is cruel and we are unarmed while dealing with love.
But before telling you more about my story let me take a step back and speak a bit about why I chose such a weird title for this book. Well as in every tale there is a beautiful girl and there is a charming prince but I’m not a prince and I’m not so charming. Every time I try to do something good it ends up in a total screw-up. No matter how hard I try life always finds a way of putting me back on my knees. What I am trying to say is that after all the effort I have put into finding the girl of my dreams I didn't find her yet. Even if I were to finally find her I am not so sure who is supposed to save who.
"Prologue"
--A. Dreamer
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