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Property_of_Yulia



Зарегистрирован: 24.12.2004
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Откуда: Saudi Arabia

СообщениеДобавлено: Вт Сен 27, 2005 12:25 am    Заголовок сообщения: Ответить с цитатой

Mission: Forever Hell
(my suicide plan)

i captured your beautiful images
in my drawing scrapbook
i lock them inside a golden box
guarded by velvet arrows and lock

because you're not mine
i don't want anyone to see you
because i'm not your sunshine
i don't want anyone to touch you

i want you to be happy
i want you to run free
do whatever you desire
as long as you are with me

don't take the wrong impression
i won't lock you from every sight
instead i want us to enjoy together
every sun & every moon light

calculating OUR probability
i started believing in all religions
because they speak of my love for you
and my chances with you are forbidden

my luck has always failed me
why should it stand by me in this fight?
if religions say i can't be with you
then i guess that proves them right

when well i have my mercy? when can i be happy?
here i'm in temporary hell
thanks to your love
in the after life, i'll be in forever hell

i had my brain checked
wires connecting my head to the monitor
guess what the EEG results were?
your face was printed all over

they told me i should forget you
in order to save myself
offering all the possible help
even ready to give up their wealth

they say i'm insane
they say i need to let go
but you're the only reality
the only sanity i know

i started believing in telepathy too
maybe i'd call out ur name out of pain
white doves might deliever my letter to you
and you'd turn to where you heard your name

every night i wait for your call
exposing myself to insomnia
waiting for the incoming telepathy
signed by your name, Yulia

i tried to never be free to think of you
i tried to shut you out of my head
after i succeed in shutting you in life
you return to me in dreams instead

in my dreams i can feel your skin
when we're so close to unite forever
feeling every breath on my lips and chin

reality breaks my fantasy
throwing me in a deep dark well
smiling at me in cruelity
welcoming me to forever hell

i know you never meant this for me
i know you'll never allow this for me
it's too late for me to choose
it's your call on my destiny

you're slow dancing with my destiny
my beautiful painful destiny
don't let loose your grip on it
instead tighten your grip on me

i can't stop loving you
i can't stop hurting myself

sanitize me from my pain
take me from my misery
tell the demons to go away
call heaven down on me

i'm your puppet here
whatever you choose is fine with me

you can allow me with you
you can choose for me the first cell
announcing my love for you
accompanied with the sounds of bells

i'm your puppet here
whatever you choose is fine with me

you can forbid me from you
you can choose the other cell
that would be your confirmation
on my mission: Forever Hell

you already ordered for my execution
you already chosen for me my death
with everything you do now
with every person you are with

summarizing your choices here
there is no other way for you
there's no in between choices
like choosing life for me without you

but if you choose to remain silent
i will fill up my time of vacancy
i will continue enjoying, every knife stroke
while writing your name all over me

i will prove to you my love
i will take my life with no regrets
i will satisfy your thurst
with the blood that will flow from my wrist

but i need to hear it from you
i need you to tell me
that you never have
and never will possibly love me

i'm waiting for your confirmation
on my mission:
FOREVER HELL
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howard4tatu



Зарегистрирован: 22.11.2004
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Откуда: Manchester England

СообщениеДобавлено: Вт Сен 27, 2005 6:59 pm    Заголовок сообщения: Tatu videos explained by Howard4Tatu Ответить с цитатой

Part 1;
It all starts with a row in Yulia and Lena's apartment. Volkie was perfectly happy with the lilac curtains, but when she was out recording, Lena had them changed for mauve ones, with a pattern.
When Volkie got back, she was gobsmacked by this, and had a furious row with Lena, not only for choosing awful curtains, but for doing it behind her back.
As it was tea-time, this row continued into the cafe.
The exchanges got so heated, Volkie screamed at Lena *Look you $$$$,I'm gonna fiund myself a MAN, not just any old man, but one who knows how to decorate a room!!!!*
So Volkie left, leaving Lena upset and worried she was gonna lose her only love.

Part 2;
Yulia storms down the pavement, her head steaming. Gonna find me a man...I'll show that $$$$$!
As would happen, a car pulls up alongside. He thinks that Volkie, what with those suspenders and boots on, is some sort of hooker.
Volkie stares into the car...*Buisness???* she asks.
"Yes, I'm into interior design!" exclaims the man.
*Wow,* says Volkie, *Perfect!!*

Part 3;
Lena, still very upset, is driving round. Lena changes her mind, she doesn't want to lose her girl for the sake of a $$$$$$$ pair of curtains. She goes to a store, and spots a pair that look like the ones her Yulia loved so much. Although they are very, very expensive, she buys them anyway. On the way out, and back in the car, she tries to ring Yulia on the mobile to tell her the good news. But, to no avail. Yulia is already heading towards that man's flat.

Part 4.
Volkie arrives at the mans flat, and on entering stares in wonderment at his curtains. *They are wonderful!* she exclaimed, *they shimmer in the moonlight!* Volkie is so happy!
The man invites Volkie to lie on the bed to examine the wallpaper on the ceiling.
Volkie's attitude changes instantly. *You Fraud! You Trickster!! Your wallpaper doesn't match the curtains AT ALL!!! Who would have a YELLOW ceiling???!!!*
The man is astonished at Volkie's change of heart, and is so taken aback he trips on the carpet and falls on top of her. *I can't have this man...* and Volkie struggles clear.
He tries to persuade her "Don't tell anyone, PLEASE, my career could be in RUINS!!!"
*How could you try to mislead me like that?* Volkie is in a panic. She doesn't want anyone to know, least of all Lena, that she was in a such badly-decorated room. Fearing blackmail, Volkie takes the only option available, firstly to ring Lena to get her out of there, dive into his glass coffee table (and smash it to smithereens), and finally to save her face, to shoot the guy dead, leaving a red pattern all of her own on the walls.

Part 5.
The guy's dead, the furniture smashed, she needs to escape. Did Lena get the SOS?
Down the escape stairs, only to hear the screeching of tyres. Is it the cops? No, it's Lena. She pulls up and smiles.*I've bought you curtains you will really like* whispers Lena.
*Awww, I love you* whispers Yulia back.
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i_heart_tatu



Зарегистрирован: 20.09.2005
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Откуда: Burnley, England.

СообщениеДобавлено: Пт Сен 30, 2005 9:15 pm    Заголовок сообщения: My poem =] Ответить с цитатой

My poem...

One In Fire,
Two In Blood,
Three In A Storm
And Four In A Flood.
Five In Anger,
Six In Hate, '
Seven In Fear
And Evil Eight,
Nine in Sorrow,
Ten in Pain,
Eleven Death.
Twelve Life Again!
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tatuthemovie



Зарегистрирован: 13.10.2005
Сообщения: 1

СообщениеДобавлено: Пт Окт 14, 2005 12:20 am    Заголовок сообщения: fanArt taken down to a science: t.A.T.u.: The Movie! Ответить с цитатой

Цитата:
"In 2004, an obscure author undertook the writing of the screenplay for an hypothetical motion picture of the teen lesbian pop duo t.A.T.u. In return for his pains, the producers at Universal Russia themselves presented him with their warmest ostracization. Now you have the chance to read the script for one of the most original, irreverent and crappy films ever not made."


The screenplay in question, "Julia and Lena's Adventures in Wonderland" is a blasting parody of the sick world of t.A.T.u., using all the rumors around the group to form a comedy where everyone--including Julia, Lena, their fans, their detractors, the skeptics, the wankers, this industry, me and you--are taken off.

I, the author, Edgar Cantero, a comic artist and writer from Barcelona (Spain) began by sketching a short scene about Julia and Lena fighting each other. After eight months of work, a whole film was born. Now that the record company hasn't showed any interest, i'm determined to publish it. The easy way. Free. By sharing it with whomever is interested to have a laugh with/at t.A.T.u.

Request a sample @ www.tatuthemovie.tk

Thanks for your attention!
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Property_of_Yulia



Зарегистрирован: 24.12.2004
Сообщения: 704
Откуда: Saudi Arabia

СообщениеДобавлено: Чт Окт 20, 2005 12:00 am    Заголовок сообщения: Ответить с цитатой

I found an arabic song that has the same meaning as lyudi invalidi..it has no relation to the lyudi invalidi in the melodies or anything...but has the same meaning...so I thought i should share this too...

All of Them

All of them
say the same things at the beginning
and the sweet words
will be soon transforming

the innocence and tenderness
and whatever was said in the past
all of this is now clear
more and more with each moment passed

All of them
say the same things at the beginning
and the sweet words
will be soon transforming

the words are easy and a lot
but what happens after that
in the air they quickly disappear
and everything will be the same

these are people who really don't have any security

the innocence and tenderness
and whatever was said in the past
all of this is now clear
more and more with each moment passed

All of them
say the same things at the beginning
and the sweet words
will be soon transforming

in the beginning it's all promises
and when they reach their goal
their harshness has no limits
it's hard for any blame to make them fall

these are people who really don't have any security

the innocence and tenderness
and whatever was said in the past
all of this is now clear
more and more with each moment passed

All of them
say the same things at the beginning
and the sweet words
will soon be transforming

listen here http://songs1.6arab.com/3amro-deyab_kollohom.ram
RTH, it's the same artist that sang "kaho na kaho" in arabic version.
Ka-BOOM, it's meaning and word accurate this time
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Friend or Foe



Зарегистрирован: 19.09.2005
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Откуда: N.Ireland

СообщениеДобавлено: Сб Окт 22, 2005 2:47 am    Заголовок сообщения: Ответить с цитатой

Lena and Yulia you keep me sane
I live another day without pain
Life without blame

Your music is a inspiration
It should be a decloration
Life without instigation

Your laughter
so warm
it lightens me
together we are free
Life with tatu is for thee.
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i_heart_tatu



Зарегистрирован: 20.09.2005
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Откуда: Burnley, England.

СообщениеДобавлено: Вс Окт 23, 2005 1:31 am    Заголовок сообщения: Poem (finished) Ответить с цитатой

Lena

With your crystal eyes, and your gorgeous red hair,
too your lovely smile, and that soft silk skin, you are the angel that walks the earth,
each and every day your face enters my thoughts, every week. every day.

If I could take your troubles,
and throw them away, I would.
day by day, I live without you, your the missing piece that can make me whole,
I dream of you day and night, never have I fallen, for someone this way,
but i will hold you, atleast one day.
How much I love you, you'll never know.

Kind of short I know, but it's finished :)
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Slickstrings16



Зарегистрирован: 08.09.2005
Сообщения: 213
Откуда: Thomasville NC, U.S

СообщениеДобавлено: Ср Окт 26, 2005 1:58 am    Заголовок сообщения: We Bury Our Dead At Dawn Ответить с цитатой

Well this part of the forum says lyrics, music, etc. so I figured I'd post this here. http://www.acidplanet.com/artist.asp?PID=660258&T=4652 This is a demo to some of the stuff I'm doing. In this song I'm on guitar and drums. And another guy I know is on vocals, it's a cover to a song by The Agony Scene. I know it's not everyone's favorite style but I'm just wanted some opinions :). And please excuse the quality also, me and the other guy live in 2 different states haha. Be sure to rate it whatever u want.
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i_heart_tatu



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СообщениеДобавлено: Ср Окт 26, 2005 8:22 pm    Заголовок сообщения: poems (I_Heart_tatu) Ответить с цитатой

OK, I was just wondering, what do people think of these lyrics?

I loved you

You knew I was around for you,
but I knew, that you never noticed me,
I saw her with you, the girl that you always knew,
But I, don't care anymore,
and I, love you so,
and...theres something I should do..

*back vocal* / Speak - Theres something I should do........

Chorus

I loved you, I breathed you,
I felt you, I bled you,
You acted like I weren't there,
I loved you, I breathed you,
I felt you, I bled you,
Please somebody help me now, cause I'm falling, falling apart....

*back vocal* / Speak - Apart (repeated).

Not yet finished.. reason for this is I am in a band and all and we are in the middle of writing some new song's and well, this is what I came up with, tell me what you think :) It sounds quite good when I sing it whiilst playing my guitar :)
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СообщениеДобавлено: Чт Окт 27, 2005 11:56 am    Заголовок сообщения: anarchic manifesto and other fractures Ответить с цитатой

MARIUS IANUS
Romania
оn engleză de (english version by) Adi Urmanov

Marius Ianus (penname of Marius-Christian Drajan) was born in Predeal in 1975 and studied Literature at the University of Bucharest.

He is part of the Letters 2000 and Euridice literary circles.

His books include toilet paper (Carmen underground series, 1999), anarchic manifesto and other fractures (Vinea, 2000), Mamijuana – best known of… (Fractures underground series, 2002), the bear in the bin – a movie featuring myself (Vinea, 2002), and toilet paper, preceded by the first poems (Vinea, 2004).

Currently, he works as a desktop publisher.

e-mail: marius.ianus@gmail.com
site: http://hyperliteratura.reea.net
http://litclub.3x.ro/phpBB2/phpBB2/index.php


anarchic manifesto and other fractures (2000)


Ode Toilet paper

With hands frozen
with legs even colder
I’ll eventually go to Dracula
Mihai worked there people had to
put their hands on a certain image say
a few formulae
he received four letters in which he was told
it had worked
the old black and white mad chestnut trees are swinging
what did their flowers smell like?
I’ll give Paul Miski’s book
I won’t talk to some girls who ignore me
I told them “Take me with you” and they didn’t
take me
the poem didn’t start yet
a little bit of patience
picture your best friend with his eyes yanked out
sticking his bloody palms to your face
OK
Angelo didn’t return
to set free the time the bladder
the prohibited smoking
Maria was talking about a mirror
in which somebody didn’t want to see its back
Miski will give me too the master’s car
and books
Paul complained they attacked his computer
With hands frozen
with legs even colder
I’ll eventually go to Dracula
Mihai worked there people had to
put their hands on a certain image to say
a few formulae
he received four letters in which he was told
it had worked
the old black and white mad chestnut trees are swinging
what did their flowers smell like?
I’ll give Paul Miski’s book
I won’t talk to some girls who ignore me
I told them “Take me with you” and they didn’t
take me
the poem didn’t start yet
a little bit of patience
picture your best friend with his eyes yanked out
sticking his bloody palms to your face
OK
Angelo didn’t return
to set free the time the bladder
the prohibited smoking
Maria was talking about a mirror
in which somebody didn’t want to see its back
Miski will give me too the master’s car
and books
Paul complained they attacked his computer
from the very beginning
the literary circle got crammed with pre-Stanescu poets
we are just pale hungry teenagers—
how to oppose that?
the poem didn’t start yet
it snows outside the sweater, hung with green clips at the window
sweater, coffee with milk
dizzy flakes are spinning
and tersely
I felt lifted from the chair dancing with all
the winds among the branches on which let’s write fresh
paint
and my soft bones were getting stuck to the bones of others I was sliding
as if bobsledding right into the palm of a poor
unhappy child
and I found myself in the head of a madwoman preaching
after a staggering clinical death
with the hearts of others in my teeth
with the exclamation mark between my pupils
with you
the poem didn’t start yet
Cristina came back to go to the movie
I sat on the stairs with Anamaria
with Daria on my mind
not to get her rumpled
I stood with my nose pressed against the windowpane
to see who got first downstairs
in the snow
I wrote desperate messages on the notice boards in the department
with unknown recipient
I signed them anonymously
I took interest in the leaves that were still in the chestnut trees
and the poem that didn’t start
If desperation exists, broken eyes
which the snow doesn’t cover
it nevertheless snows
if toilet paper exists
written by me…

When I wrote toilet paper I was going in for my baccalaureate
then I was baking bread
Cucu was dancing dead drunk on Doors and yelling that the disciple
exceeded his master he was already in the Nirvana
The trailing was pulling phone lines from the street poles
and we were talking gibberish
George had begun to mimic me
he’d have climbed on the bench next to me while I was reciting
Popica had brought me money in the madhouse
It was told that he’d found me on the pedestal trying to shave
Davila
When I came back I was like a vegetable
I could only see straight forward
Mache had changed the notes in the computer
I had got out of a teenage crisis
I had tried to commit suicide
and I was writing a raw book
with its skin peeled
in which to wipe down all my
swelled imagined filth
I’ve written other poems as well since then but none like
toilet paper
it was a poem like a knife
in the spirit of a haiku: Those who masturbate
are flowers
and I couldn’t ever but rewrite toilet paper
if I didn’t grow tired
otherwise what’s with this saxophone sounding rustily in the poem?
why do I only listen to Hooker?
and I want to return home
but not at home – we don’t even have a home
somewhere where a home wouldn’t be needed
beyond the whitewashed mask of the moon
on this side of this cheating face of a drug addict
who wants to break the shop windows
where there’s nobody else anymore
or if there’s a girl she puts you in a swing and casts a spell of life over you
if there’s a professor you shut up and he takes notes in a frenzy
if you’re a child you give others the entire cake
if you love her she runs to the monastery
if you understand your brain opens and inside the brain
bursts
her smile like a diamond
and she’s less and less somebody
snowman spread with ink smoking
the poem hasn’t started

There are girls worth getting you out of your skin for
like a flayed rabbit
but none is her
there are living flesh monuments of loneliness
at night in the residence hall
I wrote a blues for them
But the poem hasn’t started yet
this prologue is long because the snowing takes long
there are in it friendships that make my eyes more
hysterical longer closer to tears
perhaps you’ve read it for nothing
there isn’t even going to be a poem
but you can read toilet paper
one fragment was published in the military high school anthology
Paul has it now
in toilet paper I wore my heart of a winged dog
wrapped carefully in my pocket
with my hands frozen
with my feet still cold
live having sex
in the snow


On the corridor with Alexandru Matei

Pay attention, I told him, here comes a mouse
it opens and out of it a flame appears
that burst a few empty bottle
Filled with blood, he answered
and I circled dizzily until
I forgot where
I was in the department hall waiting for Godot
Until we unfolded our middle fingers
to signal
towards who?
where?


Explaining to a bum what poetry is

The sun ball clashed with the road to the Poiana
and got blood all over it
come here on the edge of the artesian fountain to see how
it’s penetrated by the spears of the water
trust me the ball of the sun got blood all over it
you only have to understand
when a crowd of scribes wiped the sweat
of their foreheads the idiot exaltations
on the pages of the books trust me poetry is only
what you understand
poetry is when you want to tell me something
that should stick to my mind
to my heart, which is a sad fish dreaming
to fall asleep in a wet vagina
a sad fish dreaming to give its last breath inside a
wet vagina, still not to be found
in my brain, are ticking clocks that don’t exist
are running taps long ago thrown
to the bin I love the sun but I can’t know
if it loves me
with its forehead, blooded by the thorns of the hill now
right now
I don’t love loneliness but nobody dragged me out
of its desert
nobody loved me I need somebody
listen
even a bulldozer getting on your nerves needs
somebody
and a dog with crying eyes sniffing
a trash bin
and a mad beggar fidgeting about at an
underground station
and all the people in the hospitals where I lay
for months
and all the cranes that lifted their melancholic necks
on the waste lands
as if they should have thrust their glossy hooks
in the moon when the whole
breath of the world stopped, and dragged it down
for my lover
who doesn’t exist


***

I don’t get it I’m very happy
it depresses me,
having to buy a bus pass
Sometimes I just want to eat
other times I just want to sleep
other times I just want to write
poetry and find
a simple girl like that one
in her jeans and jumper, who was standing
at the artesian fountain in Sfatului Square
and she seemed to have lost everything
in some love story
and she couldn’t care less

After two days

After two days of thinking I’d die
after I swallowed a box of Piafen
and after I vomited it after
I dreamt a crowd of characters
who were all I and who were taking care of me
gently covering my pain after
that I called her
Come to me I told her now
I look like a potato that sprouted
come to have fun
we’ll play beauty and
the beast at Predeal I didn’t succeed to
fall asleep here I can my mother can’t
live by herself at Predeal but I
felt I was going mad I left her
come to me Oana I love loneliness
Then I hang up and I told myself hell
is a white room where you lay tied-up and all
your teeth hurt and after they’ve all crumbled
new ones grow over night
already decayed.


***

it doesn’t even interest me
what’s going to happen
to me
I stuff him daily with two loafs of bread
Ianus, the animal
But he’s like Dambovita river,
at times
you can’t even tell which way it flows


Poetry

Two sparrows pull each other’s eyes out
a cleaning lady stands with
her head in the toilet, straight like a
candle – somebody grasps her ankles
and pumps

This is not poetry If that’s what you want
go to the cinema
In a poem Ianus goes to the park and
feeds the doves


Haiku

Red tulips
lie in buckets
with their heads broken
Did their minds take off?


second hand news

Somebody

Here it is, loneliness, itself indeed
spinning above my head
like a future pie
Divide and subdue it! he may well
yell, Ianus, from his damp corner
but loneliness is my inflatable doll
sailing on the blood waters of my brain
loneliness is I in black in tail coat
reciting poems on a pile of rusted iron
with “Oeuvres Completes” of
Roland Barthes under my arm because
nothing makes sense but
all carries significance and I say this
although my pockets are cram-full
with lists of ideas and archetypes
Loneliness is a man of future
tied-up in chains on the throne of a toilet bowl
for ever.

On music by Iaru

He was jolting the window to get hold of something
to thrust
his hooked fingers
in the hard, mad creature of the night

Is that all? the critic asks
suddenly blanching, tenderly throttling
All, all – answers
the engine-driver – you stretch it a little bit, son…
put something more into it…
Is that all?!?! howls a creature of air
taken out of the fridge and hastily bleached
What is all? asks the breakdown mechanic
pulling his smoky head out of the engine
like a late bomb
What is all – all?
All, all – answers the engine-driver
turning the key, pulling the crank, developing
the sadness, rattling the dark,
anchoring with the last dusty truck
the night.


Toilet paper preceded by the first poems (2004)


(what)

what can
my drunken baboon face mean
in front of the sea?
Like when we walked at night
in the water between Saturn and Venus
and we saw the stars
and we never saw
the stars mirrored in the sea
but that still touched me
told by others invented
by their imagination
because I only understand words
and some of them
talk


to the reader

and when you want to hang yourself
because the others fail to know you anymore
think of me
I always have time for you
I stay here rooted in words
and I marvel… look
your eyes turned beautiful like binary stars
above a heavy sea

***

we are others
it would be sad to be ourselves
When you’ve knelt once you are another once
when you’ve knelt twice
you are another twice
and so on


free

I am somebody who’s not dead yet
in spite of loneliness and cars
of good corridors and bad corridors
in spite of the girls who didn’t love me and
didn’t love me
I have a few meters of basement of my own
I know a few words I understand
some ideas
I have an expired passport and
very few hopes and
I want to have even fewer hopes
I can’t be bought or sold
—so poor that
in high-school I sold the tapes of my mother
who I love
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B-Jane



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More Than a Friend


"Is it Leigh?" Annie, my best friend asked. I glanced to where she was looking. Leigh was talking with a group of friends not far from where we go unnoticed. Would I still recognize her? " It's her alright" I replied. Suddenly I wondered why my heart was beating very fast. Three years ago, Leigh and I were so closed, that lots of our friends mistook us as sweethearts. Vehemently, inside me I've nurtured a special feeling for her. A secret I've kept over a long time, that was when we were still in fourth year high school, now I'm already in my third year college, yet, the memories were still so vivid....

Her back was turned against me. Perfect timing, I thought. Something to myself, I sneaked behind her and covered her eyes.

"Guess who"?!

"Sandy" she said flatly. Then I noticed she was not herself at all. She looked so gloomy and depressed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She gazed at me slowly then looked away, " Tomorrow we're leaving for Paris, Sandy.....I'm not sure when we will be back." I can see she is fighting back the tears and so am I. Why? I asked myself. Too numb to say anything. The next day, Leigh left.....Three years later.....

" Sandy!" Annie cried. "Hey! are you alright?" I snapped out of my reverie.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Annie" smiling sheepishly, "What did you say, again?"

"I said, I have to go now" she bid goodbye and disappeared into the crowd. I was about to go on my way when I felt as if someone was watching me. Must be my imagination I thought, brushing off the crazy notion out of my head. Leigh stared at Sandy's retreating figure. She wanted to approached her, she lacked the courage to do so. Leigh knew she was already aware of her presence but she wondered why she didn't even bother to greet her.

Her heart had dictated her to tell her what really she feels. Glancing at her watch, she figured she could still have the answer to her questions. Quickly, she sprinted to Sandy's direction.

The sun was smiling down at me, and all in all the weather watched my mood.

"Sandy! wait for me!" someone called.

I turned around and was very surprised to see Leigh gesturing at me to wait. With a few strides she was standing in front of me.

"Hi!" she greeted. "Could I walk you home?"

"Sure" I said puzzled.

"I'm sure glad to be back here," she said. Smiling she asked. "Did you miss me?"

I stared at her, is she merely teasing? "Of course I missed you" I replied, smiling reassuringly.

" You'll never know how much a person means to you unless she's gone, don't you think?" she said with an implied meaning.

I nodded in approval.

"Hope I won't offend you but did I mean more than a friend to you?"

I was shocked to hear it from her, she seemed to sound so hopeful. It could be, she trusted me only as a friend. I'm the one who is in love with her, I'm the one who's hurt when she left and now, Should I swallow my pride and tell her yes. I can't afford to be humiliated again.

Sarcastically I turn to her. "Did I mean more than a friend to you?" I turned and walked away, anyway.

"Yes, Sandy" she shouted. You're more than a friend. I love you and I always will!"

I stopped walking. " I should've told you this long ago. I'll lose you as a friend . For three years, this is all I could ever think about. I realized I have to tell you sooner or I'll lose you again,"she said.

"Are you sure about this, Leigh?" I asked , turning back to her.

"I wouldn't leave you again, Sandy. Je't aime" Leigh promised.

"I love you too" I smiled at her and I know right then and there, these ones for keeps. The rain started falling as we walked together hand in hand on our way home.

"Sandy, she said in a very sweet voice.

"Yes, what's that Leigh" I answered in a pleasing tone.

"Can I ask you a favor? she said.

"Yeah, sure why not? by the way what's that all about ?" I questioned her.

"Donne-moit un baiser" she said slowly the French word with all her feelings.

I didn't answered her back. Instead I lean forward and move closer to her and give her a light kiss on her nose.

"Wow, I like that!", how well did you know that was the meaning? She asked. But I only smiled back at her.

The end
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mizer doll.



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СообщениеДобавлено: Ср Ноя 30, 2005 5:59 pm    Заголовок сообщения: a poem called; last night. Ответить с цитатой

I wrote it with no thinking really.

last night.

I woke up
and didn't know
where I was
I started to remember
the last night
I asked you stay
you put me away
my eyes saw you
across the door
to never return here
you never would return
wouldn't you?

chorus: the loneliness won't kill me
because you already killed me
leaving me without love
leaving my wound heart.

I can't accept
present that's here
I still live in
the past we had.

chorus: ...
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Vikince



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СообщениеДобавлено: Чт Дек 08, 2005 10:07 pm    Заголовок сообщения: Essays... Ответить с цитатой

Because of the fact that I love writing essays and think over something like a problem or part of the reality I've wrote a lot of essays (most of them for homework of course).However I decided to post one of them and if you like it (also the idea) I will continue posting as you may do too :)
So here is the 1st one ,short but... :)

The "generation gab"

The time will always tick away and the people will always get older and older.And somewhere between the ages we all lose our wildness as children.The bad thing is that with the problems and responsibilities that the adults have,they foget what was like to be young.And because of that now we have the "generation gab" - one not just an expression but also a truth that will always be a part of our lifes.
In these days the misunderstandings between teenagers and parents is something normal.The thing is that in every family fight there is always a little bit fault from the both sides but noone never confesses it.
Like a teenager maybe I have to judje only the parents but I won't because I don't think that they're always wrong.The kids-we also make mistakes.I think that the main problem is that the parents want to protect us from getting in the wrong way and as teenagers we want more freedom and less questions.Of course the settlement by compromise is almost impossible in the most of the families.The resolution is always one - everything has to go on just the way it was before - the fights and the misunderstandings will always be the "right" choice.Everyone's only hope is that someday everything will get back to normal and the both sides will begin to see the truth-it was just something that it ment to be.

P.S.That isn't so long like the others and is written over one very controversial point so I'm sure that there will be a lot of you that may not agree with my opinion.But that's the only one I think like that-the others are about love,hate,lie,the begining and the end of the world...stuffs like that.I'm posting that one cause I've written it in English and I hadn't translate it.However if you like I will post some more :)
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СообщениеДобавлено: Пн Дек 12, 2005 12:30 am    Заголовок сообщения: Ответить с цитатой

The Mourning After

… And so she laid her eyes upon you
Wrapped your beauty around her soul
Placed her hands over her heart
Then let go of her love, her life

But you, you did not
Did not see it coming
At you like shattered
Arrows or wings

Angel sky with heaven eyes
Everywhere you go, illusion
Follows even where you're not
Killing dreams, breaking minds

Your absence, seeping into her
Skin like a scar, poisoned tears
Rolling off her tongue, your name
On her every breath

Why won't you hear the echoes
Of her sighs at night? Her blood
Screaming for release? When
Will you finally reach out

For what's in front of your heart
If not the truth, the lights
Blinding you to what lies inside
Who, then, if not forever?

And when, if she's not the one
For you, until the days she lives
She'll keep on looking
For your blue-eyed prison shell…
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seiryu



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СообщениеДобавлено: Пт Дек 16, 2005 10:12 pm    Заголовок сообщения: Ответить с цитатой

Don’t feel obligated
don’t worry about them
don’t worry about me
I’m in love with you
thousand others might be to.
So… I sure will fight for you!
For sure, some day, yes or no,
I will hear it from you.

Nao se sinta obrigada
Nao se preocupe com eles
Nao se preocupe comigo
Eu amo voce
Talvez milhoes
Entao... Com certeza lutarei por voce!
Certamente, um dia, sim ou nao,
Havera de dizer.
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Seinas



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СообщениеДобавлено: Пн Дек 19, 2005 5:04 pm    Заголовок сообщения: my song - Im Losing Control Ответить с цитатой

I wrote this song myself...its about being in love with someone but you know that nothing will never happen...i wrote it because it was how i felt...its called ''Im Losing Control''...it is sung fast, as in dance music i suppose. I dont ever do things like this e.g poetry but i said i would give it a go

Verse 1:
When your around I feel like Im gonna die,
When your not around I feel like im gonna cry,

Id do anything to have you in my bed
Id do anything to have you in my arms

I know it wont happen
but I can still believe
and I can still dream
that you will be the one

Bridge:
I know its not lust
I know its not a crush
I know its real

Chorus:
Cant get you outta my mind
cant get you outta my soul
cant get you outta my head
You know im losing control

Cant deny what I feel
Cant wipe you outta my mind
cant live without you, cant breathe without you,
You know Im losing control

Verse 2:

I want you to tell me you love me,
I want you to tell me you want me,
I want you to tell mr you wanna spend every moment with me,

Your the reason I live,
Your the reason I breathe,
Your the reason I do everything that I do

I wish you knew how I felt
I wish you could understand
how i struggle when your with someone else

Bridge

Chorus x2

Verse 3:

I want you to be here
right here next to me
I wanna feel your body up against me

Bridge

Chorus x2

La La La La La La x3 You know Im losing control
Na Na Na Na Na Na x3 You know Im losing control

Im Losing control,
Im losing control







be honest.....its really embarassing and stupid....im so embarrased ive done that :)
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СообщениеДобавлено: Вт Дек 20, 2005 9:07 pm    Заголовок сообщения: Have t.A.T.u. caved in? Friend Or Foe Video EXPLAINED Ответить с цитатой

Yulia and Lena had just finished a gruelling schedule of long flights, press conferences, TV shows and so on, and were due a hard-earned few days off.
"What shall we do?" asked Yulia, "It's far too cold for the beach, and I don't really want a city break"
"I know....let's have an adventure weekend!!!" exclaimed Lena. "Brilliant idea, what shall we do? Have you ever been climbing? asked Yulia, but this idea only got a frown back; "I'm scared of heights" replied Lena.
"mmmm...tell you what, we shall go pot-holing instead!" insisted Yulia.
"Putting holes in pots?" queried Lena "THAT doesn't sound much of a break to me!"
"No, you stupid ginger nut, pot-holing means caving!"
"You mean where its a very small space and extremely dark?" Lena puzzled. "Yeah, just like those rooms in Amsterdam night-clubs we used to go to!" Yulia laughed. "OK, then, let's give it a try!"

So they both descended in the Derbyshire hills, where there are miles and miles of unexplored, unmapped caves deep in the Peaks.
"We need a guide" thought Lena. There were no guides around, but a couple of brownies on a day out had to do.
So they all got roped-up, kitted out in boots and waterproof gear, packed lunches and they both wore a hard-hat with a light on the top. Except Yulia insisted on taking a bag full of her make-up. "Why?" asked Lena..."Oh, you never know..." Yulia replied.

So they began their descent into the longest cave. They got deeper and deeper, It got darker and darker, damper and damper, colder and colder.

By then, the two brownies had had enough and returned back to camp to listen to their Girls Too Loud CD's. Yulia, and Lena, were alone. Lost. Scared.

"Shhh....quiet!" exclamed Lena.
"What??"
"I can hear a deep thud...thud...thud in the distance..."
Yes, you're right....what is it???" Yulia pondered. "Lets go and find out, it may be our way out of here!"

They squeezed through the tunnel, the lights on their helmets barely flickering, the batteries were running down as well. The thump...thump...thump was getting louder.

"STOP!" screamed Yulia. Lena screamed back "What is it, what is it???"

"It's solid metal, like a door!!!"
"A door, three miles underground?, don't be such an idiot, blondie!" Lena replied.
"No, no, it IS a door..." Yulia screamed back. "Then knock on it!!!!!"
Yulia did. three quiet taps at first, three more. louder, no-one replied. Then she began banging franticaly.
Slowly, the door opened. Inside it was hot, bright and smokey. Two men gazed at our girls, one huge, the other slight.

"You're not coming in, your name's not on the list" the big one said, and began to close the door.
"Wait, what is this??" the girls pleaded. "It's a club for women only. They dont like lesbians in Derbyshire, so they heve to meet up here. Now go away."
"But we ARE girls!" said Lena. She lifted up her blouse to reveal her breasts. "GIRL, G-I-R-L, see???".
The slender guy looked at Yulia.
Yulia unzipped her pants..."Me girl, too. See???"

"What's that between your legs? I've never seen a girl that hairy before."
Yulia let out an embarrassing giggle..."Oh, that's my wig, I put it there for safe keeping. It's in case I have to sing *All About Us* to anyone!"

"I know you, you're them two Russians, aren't you?" enquired the big bloke. "Yes, yes, yes" screamed Lena, "Please let us in..." "Well, if we do, you will have to sing your new song for us"

"But, we've not got our stage clothes" Yulia and Lena despaired together.
"Not a problem" explained big guy, "the ginger girl can borrow my suit".."and I will lend my little skirt to the slim girl" said the tiny guy.

So the girls were let in, fed and watered, and sang Friend or Foe? for the assembled crowd, all conveniently recorded by a secret cameraman. Good job Yulia always carries her make-up bag.
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billiechaz



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СообщениеДобавлено: Пн Янв 09, 2006 3:06 pm    Заголовок сообщения: Weekly T.a.t.u.m. Ответить с цитатой

This is entierly fictional, this is not a real news report, this is evident due to the bad spelling and grammar, anyhoo.

WE SHOUT


Russian dance/trance/pop/rock, duo t.A.T.u have declaired their love for the world and everything in it by creating the first Utopian religeon.

The Russian sirens first came upon the idea from there official website forum, taty/u.ru where members had created the basis for the religeon. Tatuism as it is called, focuses on making all the bad/evil or lyudi/invalidi (which roughly translated from russian means people/invalids) in the world and tries to make it right. when asked about this contravercial new sect, Lena Katina (better speaker of english) had this to say.

"We think it's a brilliant idea, the members of the forum are really onto somthing. We are surrounded by people invalids, this is not an attack on disabled people,everybody in todays society has at least one flaw that is frowned upon, thus they are invalid, me and yuls are in valid, you and your readers, invalid." Smiled the red headed beauty.

Yulia added (in much broken english, bless her) "The members of our website found meanings in our lyrics. Not just lovey dovey sheet, but they have found deep and powerful political and sociologigal statments, which is more than me, Lena and the song writers ever wished for. This religeon, or sect or whatever, focuses on trying to make whats bad in the world, right."

The girls (and fans) hope to make Tatuism a mainstay in modern society and not have it passed off as a crazy fans crazy idea. For more info visit www.tatuism.com

Written by Alexander Martin Volenski (<my real name)
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Zsu



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СообщениеДобавлено: Вт Фев 07, 2006 12:27 pm    Заголовок сообщения: My short, 1st poem in English Ответить с цитатой

Between Dying and Life,
I'm here, I am alive..
Nobody can set me free,
Just you, who is my Destiny!
I'm tryin' to runaway from the darkness,
See into my eyes, shout: Homeless!

C'mon, just look at me,
And then you can see...
My heart with trinkled blood,
Did you love me? Not!

I won't feel lonely, but broken,
For me, every minut is stolen!
If I die, Would anybody like to remember to my last breath?
Those can be the more beautiful steps, what people takes.

I'll bring the the new way,
You don't have to stay...
Bye and kisses, I am yours..
This was my truth...




by Жужмуж (Zsuzsmuzs) - it's me
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СообщениеДобавлено: Вт Фев 07, 2006 9:06 pm    Заголовок сообщения: A poem for a Lebanese girl Ответить с цитатой

This is a poem for a Lebanese girl, who feels totally lost. I love her, I don't want to let her die!
Cause any god can have any name, but He/She doesn't wanna say to His/Her poeple: Go and die!



Forever I'm with you
Because your heart is true
I am with you... You won't be alone

Forever I stay with you
Cause your dreams are false, O-o-oh
you are not lonely,
I protect you tenderly

Cause you're my dream,
Cause for you I scream
Everyone hates you, don't think
that your God rings!

Not, not I am sure
Your life can changed and turned
I am so confused

Forever I am with you
Forever I'll protect you
Forever I stay with you
Forever I'll hold you

Up, to the sky...
To tell, you should not cry
Just fight for the Life 'n' forget
I can be there and you can trust
I understand your awful past

See into my eyes,
I wanna see your face
You said you're pessimistic much
(But I gotta tell you:)
I am your shields...

I am your shields...
I dry up your tears!
I am with you...
I stay with you!

(whisper) Forever...

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