|Restless soul, poetry running through my veins...|
My love has brought you to the end of your very own dark tunnel. As you see the light, you get to remember every single moment we spent together.
And I am by your side, like a shadow followng your every move.
My love, I have loved you for the thousand years, and I'll love you for the thousand more. And I am waiting for you to come back to us, the way you used to be.
As the day goes by, and the night gets closer to its existance, I get to feel the taste of your lips and the bittersweetness of your tongue.
Only one tought of you gets my world turned upside down, YOU are my reason, my illness and my only cure.
Let me heal, breathe you, feel you, kiss you, as the night turns into never ending darkness.
This song is for my favorite female artist - Adele (although I know she writes her own lyrics, and probably will never get a chance to read this, but still, this is for her...)
Too many years have passed
Since I saw your pretty face
Bright as a dream,
Took me to the place
Where two worlds colllide.
And yet slightly I slide
Down that rollercoaster of mine
Hiding my feelings aside
in the darkest corner of my mind
believing we'll be fine,
By naming ourselves friends.
Now that you've gone
I can finally see your footsteps
On the front door.
Paris isn't the same place
To dream of.
Now it's just another white spot
On my map, like a papertown,
So sad and lonely.
As of last week, I can barely
hear anything but the melody
you used to whistle
while washing the dishes.
Insanely, your bright red cap
is only thing that I see in the crowd,
Yet to be only a mirage,
a trick of my mind.
Sue, I know I hoped to get rid
of your sillyness,
But now, I'm just a shell of a man,
I used to be when you were around.
***Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly, birds fly over the rainbow, why, oh why can't I?***
I keep wondering myself, why I got stuck in here, in today's world..
Why am I not living in that black and white world of old movies?
Why can't I be walking side by side next to Judy Garland, singing my heart out in a misterious land of Oz?
Why, oh, why can't I help Audrey Hepburn realise she doesn't need anyone but herself to be truly happy, and that all the beautiful diamonds from Tiffany's won't help her heal her wounded heart...
Today is the day
To start believing
To stop thinking
And start acting.
your act together,
Show me you can
Or else ... go away.
If I had you, i would be so happy,
and would never feel lonely.
I would always be brave
And always by your side,
Like a shadow, like a good ghost.
I would be your strenght,
Your protection, endless love.
My dear child,
My only one, my heart and soul,
if i Had you...
I love writing in cursive, because it gets me back to the old, romantic times, when people wrote actual letters and sent them to the ones they loved. Cursive letters and a beautiful paper background reminds me of those times and keeps the spirit of good old romance alive.
I love having beautiful papers and I still write with ink pen, because only that way you can feel every word that you're writing on a paper. Only that way every single word inprints onto your heart and stays there forever, like a permanent tattoo.
Word by word, a paper becomes alive and starts breathig, and every single line of ink becomes its vein filled with inkblood. The person reading the paper gets to experience the who...
Like a rainbow full of colors,
Desperate of knowing your
Every move, burning in desire
Of you and me becoming ONE.
Light as a feather,
Gentle as a raindrop,
The Summer vibe comes in
And stays there in our hearts.
Melting away all the coldness
That long winter has left behind,
And leaving us nothing but
Pure happiness and love.
"My moment starts with you"
Someday you might be wondering
Why I chose to leave.
Then you should look into your heart
And see that you still love me.
My heart will never stop loving you,
And caring about you.
But I had to leave
Because you let me go.
"Letters to you"
Still finding a way to call out your name loudly,
For the love of God, why, oh, why, you had to go?
You might think this is so unnecessary... But still, are you allowed to think, wherever you are?
Every day, you speak up in my mind. It's wuite confusing, but I got really used to it.
It's a thing, a bond, that we shared, that has remained through all these years.
And it doesn't fade away, that awqard thing of ours.
Will it ever fade away? I don't know.
Anyway, please, take care of yourself.
"My perfect datenight"
For a datenight to be perfect, it first has to be with the right person. If you're going out with someone, for whom your heart is trembelling and your lips are constantly smiling, then place and time becomes quite irellevant.
On the other hand, if I were able to plan and choose my perfect location for the date, then it would be two or three locations for the night. To start off, I would choose walking by the seashore, or walking by the river, because I think the water consists of something magical, and walking near the water produces magic between two people.
Secondly, for the next location I would choose cinema, and a good comedy, or maybe even a romantic comedy, pe...
First autumn leaves have fallen
onto the floor,
first cold rains have occurred.
But yet, my heart is warm
and sunshine follows me.
My inner happiness,
my inner pleasure is here,
and all that only
because of you.
Knowing the way I am, it is clear that we have nothing in common. But yet, as we set our imagination on fire, we become a team.
You teach me how to be a free spirit, as I teach you how to be calm and follow rivers. Gentle as a summer breeze, weightless as a small green leaf, we float effortlessly on a surface of a mirror glazing emerald lake. Cherry blossom flower and a pretty little butterfly, that's what we truly are.
As a careless whisper, the melody goes on,
And you know, the same way that I know
What is it that separates us,
And still makes us one.
Your beauty is out of the question,
To me you are an ideal,
An ideal of uniqueness.
Your body to adore,
Your soul to keep selfishly,
You to love deeply and endlessly.
For the ones left in silence,
The time has passed,
Your clock has ticked off,
And now you're left
with nothing but some memories,
And even now
You're richer than
The ones that never had
And never will have another second
Of their lives,
Their blood was carried away by the river
Their flesh decomposed
And their bones hidden somewhere in the ground.
And the cries of the ones
who are looking for them
Are like an echoed horrifying melody,
Never to be ended;
The ones being guilty
awaiting for their everlasting punishment.
I wonder if you could see what I see,
I wonder if you could hear what I hear,
If your dreams are made of vivid colors,
Or maybe just a variation of black and white?
Can't you see, can't you feel,
Something of a great importance
that I am trying to show you,
Something from the bottom of my heart
So pure and innocent,
Just close your eyes and you will know.
Story: "Midnight Fantasies- Part 1"
She was there. I felt her staring at me, and couldn't help myself glancing over the window place, where she was standing and looking at me quietly and patiently waiting for my reaction. She was the vision in white dressed only in the seethrough white blouse, and her beauty was breathtaking, and that was clear to me, even though the afternoon darkness was filling in the room, and everything went quite shadowy and blurry.
I knew she would go away if I just stand for too long and do or say nothing, but part of me eagerly wished she could stay here forever. I wanted her so much, and even the smallest thought of her being close to me would get me so overwhelmed...
"Ode to the day"
Joyness of the Spring is all over the place, the birds re singing the most beautiful melody, and the beautiful month of May is showing all of its vibrant colors.
So, let the Sun shine on you, and take away all of the bad thoughs, and bring in only the good vibes.
Let yourself live freely,breathing in deeply, and loving life profoundly.
Everything is possible, when you're in this land of endless possibilities
If I could start a charity, I would choose it to help the refugees, people whose homes are destroyed.
I would start a foundation that would raise money in order to build their new homes, where they would live happily and peacefully.
I believe in power of humanity and that charities actually can do so much. Raising food for the ones in need, for the hungry, for the orphanages, or for the ones struck in war, sometimes may look not so much of a help, but actually, it could save lives of so many people.
I remember how help of good people from all around the world helped people in our country, and from young I learned that helping people is something that everyone should do.
The most beautiful place
that I've ever been to is Your hug.
Okay? ..... Okay.
Thank you, for your kind words
Thank you for never letting go
Thank you for saving me
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for being you
Like no one else could.
P.s. you know.... <3
I'm writing you a letter that will never be sent, the one that you will never get to read.
You don't know it, and you never will, but you mean everything to me. You're that good thing that keeps me smiling even in the darkest times. You're my Sun, the Moon and the stars, all wrapped up together. You are my happy, my soul and life energy.
It's so hard to hide these feelings, and pretend that you are unimportwnt to me. But I got really good at it, so that I sometimes fool myself too.
I don't even know what do I want when it comes to you. I just know that your name is written all over my heart, and that this love that I'm feeling is something most profound.
But yet, I keep my mouth...
I love everything related to tradtion, and I would like to share a beautiful TRADITIONAL SONG from my country Bosnia, called SEVDALINKA. (Of course, there will be a translation to English so that all of you can understand it)
This one is called "My rose blossomed this morning".
Here it is:
"Jutros mi je ruža procvjetala,
Ružu gledam pa sam zaplakala,
Ružo moja mladost sam ti dala
Svojom sam te suzom zalivala.
Kol'ko sam te puta poljubila
Još pupoljak mladi dok si bila
Ispijala rosu s tvojih grana
Mjesto usne svojega dragana.
Moj je dragi otišao davno
Ja ga cekam već godinu ravno
Ružu gledam na te mislim dragi
Na te usne, na tvoj pogled blagi."
And here is the translation:
"My rose blossome...
"MY FEEL GOOD SONG"
My "feel good" song, the one that can only bring a smile to my face is "Brave" by Sara Bareilles.
It's all about self-respect, and the song itself gives you strenght and encourages you to achieve whatever you want. It brings your inner strenght and teaches you to love yourself and feel happy in your own skin.
So, you also "can be amazing" , and "say what you wanna say", because I believe in you being BRAVE!
When you're willing to help the ones in need, to bring them food, clothes or find them a shelter, that is something that we call "humanity". The good things that we do might seem small and unimportant to us, but they mean a lot to a person that we're helping to.
Humanity is all about being good, nice and helpful to the ones in need, and showing them that they're not alone.
You don't need to do some great things to show how humane you are. Act locally. Next time you go out don't forget about your old neighbour, help her out by bringig some bread from the grocery store, she will be grateful to you and you will feel great, and don't walk pass that poor little kitten infront of your house when yo...
I come from Bosnia and Herzegovina.
My mothertongue is Bosnian, but I also speak English and German.
Here is the saying in my mothertongue: "Ko rano rani, dvije sreće grabi."
English translation: "The early bird catches the worm." (If you wake up early and work, you will succeed.)
Is there any similar saying in your country?
In memory of:
Dan oslobođenja Sarajeva
Još uvijek živim u nadi da će sutra biti bolje, da će osvanuti jutro u kojem će nas probuditi samo umilni zvuk ptica, a ne zvuk hiljade strašnih granata, dan kad ću spavati u svom topom krevetu, a ne na hladnom betonskom podu obližnjeg podrumskog skloništa.
Živim da se radujem tom besrajnom danu bez straha u žilama, danu bez krvi, i smrti na sve strane, danu mira, kada će sva djeca slobodno izaći na ulice i pod nebeskim svodom igrati se lopte.
Samo da rata više nikad ne bude....
NO MORE WAR...