For Nana

21 Jan

She was young she was gay

She is perfect was all that he could say

All her life she saw just pain

From the people that were but never came

She suffered each time with a smile on her face

And her eyes set out on a horizon with a hoping gaze

She believed in people even when they lied

She would call them back forgetting her pride

But then she stopped fed up with games

And turned her head toward her friends

And all of a sudden life seemed so cool

For there she was standing next to her groom

That day she went out on her first date

Knowing well enough of her coming fate

They were two rivers with nothing in common

They were just strangers with life stolen

Together they built another huge life

And today she is going to become his wife.

A person I love a lot

Nana

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А Person in the Mirror…

21 Jan

Early in the morning the mirror told me

That I was not the one you wanted to see

Pretends were part of my reality

And I had allergy from gravity

I hated myself for the person I am

For the people I used to get in the game

But later I changed and turned into me

The one that people just did not expect to see

Today I ask you can you really accept

That I am not just like the ones that stepped

I hate lies and cruelty as well

Violence is the nature I am far away

I cry when a child is hurt in the street

I hate every moment when dears cheat

I feel pain when I am just hated

I am most afraid of being neglected

I love to walk along in spring

Rain is the music my heart sing

I am strong for people like you

But in my nature I wanna be weak too

I want to be just once protected

And then loved and truly respected.

For being me is always strange

As I feel a bird not in my cage.

I smile when people want to cry

I smile when my heart is ready to die

I smile when tears run down my cheeks

I smile when my soul gives a few kicks

I smile and I hate myself for that

For when my heart cries I still smile to protect

The world so close yet so open to you

The world that you will never dare to know.

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Hold Up Your Chin

14 Jul

Even if they pull your life apart

Even if they grab you from your heart

Even if they make you a laughing stock

Even if they say that you are a huge joke

Even if they try to break you up

Even if they say that you are a useless crap

Even if they try to make you cry

Just pull your nose high and walk all them by

Send them all to the nice place known as Hell

For they are all jealous of you, that i can tell

They  think they are higher than you, my friend

But they go down with their every single step

Hold up your chin and rock the floor

Make all of them envy even more

Make them believe that you do not care

Make them understand that they can’t get you there.

Be proud of yourself and the world you live in

OF your dreams and hopes and fears within

Never give up anything that you dearly love

For whatever you do is given from above

So higher your nose and proud in your steps

Go forward along life’s crazy paths.

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Strange Me…

12 May

Early in the morning the mirror told me

That I was not the one you wanted to see

Pretends were part of my reality

And I had allergy from gravity

I hated myself for the person I am

For the people I used to get in the game

But later I changed and turned into me

The one that people just did not expect to see

Today I ask you can you really accept

That I am not just like the ones that stepped

I hate lies and cruelty as well

Violence is the nature I am far away

I cry when a child is hurt in the street

I hate every moment when dears cheat

I feel pain when I am just hated

I am most afraid of being neglected

I love to walk along in spring

Rain is the music my heart sing

I am strong for people like you Continue reading

About Me!!!

12 May

Me is what you call a stranger

Me is never in real anger

Me likes fog and mist and rain

Me cries when in pain

Me hates emptiness of streets

And dull faces she meets

Me loves music so pure

That it can heal and cure

Me loves people of all kind

Still she fights against the whole humankind

Me feels sad when alone

Me is afraid when people are gone

Me is scared by toys she has

Me is strange I guess

Me is me just go ahead

And ask me of the dreams I have and had…

Year 2080

29 Apr

T O   T H E   R E P R E S E N T E T I V E S   O F  Y E A R   2 0 11…

Never thought that we would be left so few,

Never thought that we would struggle for something new

Never thought that one day our world will end

Never thought that we have once sowed death…

(Anna Voskanyan)

Earth. 2080. The last generation of humanity. It seems only yesterday the humanity was living a full life of a fool, and believing that developments would bring only and only happiness, that life would never end, that through some 50 years we would be able to read each other’s minds and would not have the need of talking. Well here I am to disappoint you.  God created us to live in this world, to cherish every minute spent here,  to love each other, to care for each other, to smile through our tears and to hope for the better, to dream of the things that are never dreamt of, to imagine, in other words to LIVE. We were His favorite creatures. His greatest masterpiece. His hope for the world to be a better place to live in.

What have we done? In fact we have created as well. Yes, we did. But somehow the things we created differed from the things God up in Heaven had created. He had created lakes and we merely turned them into swamps and deserts. He had created the world; we created every possible mass distraction weapons to destroy it. He had created a home for us that we sentenced to devastation. We, human beings of the 21st century, were the deathcreators. We have sowed only death!!! Continue reading

A Ticket to the Past

29 Apr

Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last.

The past is over and gone.  The future is not guaranteed.

Wayne Dyer

It is a cold day and a rainy one also. I am standing at the station waiting for my train & in my hand there is the golden ticket that will take me to the place where I

Yesterday is a History...

have already been, to the past. The train of past is scheduled to arrive at seven o’clock and it is still half past fife. I have more than an hour to think over what I am going to do with the ticket and the train. Before coming here I met a lady who was telling her children a story about life and she said that life is all about appreciating each minute and second before it is gone. Yes, life is short and we have to appreciate it. Continue reading

The Game She Lost

23 Mar

Tbilisi Georgia 2010

Tbilisy, 2010 Summer

The day was shifting to night and she was still drifting along the streets of the city that was gradually changing the colors form yellow reddish to gray black. Dark streets were gradually being enlightened by the old and sometimes not properly working street lights. The auto head lamps started to sparkle as if the eyes of a child who was offered a chocolate. The mild and not annoying raining (there are rains that are annoying and are dirty, but today’s one was not like that it was mild and not annoying) was falling from the dark grayish skies and hitting on the ground and passing cars was turning into a small dot. Continue reading

Positive Poem

15 Mar

Put your hands behind your head

And walk through life proudly dear friend

For all the misfortunes that come along

Will make up a story just for a song

And all the moments of happiness and joy

Will lead you up to the most desidered goal

For all the people that hurt your feeling

Are the ones that soon you will not be dealing

And all the ones that are there for you

Will stay there all least for a century or two

Be proud, live happy and trust my lyrics

And make people believe that you are best of the Chicks 😀

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The Paralle World

7 Mar

All my life I have run away from the reality, that I have been living in. I have created a parallel world to the one I’ve been considered a member to. If in reality I had no friends in my imaginary world I created hundreds of them giving them names, talking with them all the time, fighting, arguing, joking, laughing. They were not real, but they were better than no friend at all. For some it may sound strange that I had no friends in reality, but it was true, at least to some point it is true. Like any other normal child I was given the opportunity to go to school, which as it later turned out I would hate with all my heart. Well in fact all my so called friends later forgot me as a useless thing, as a toy form a childhood. For some I was a tasteless toy, for the others a good listener, somebody that can keep your secrets and would never tell anybody, and for the rest just a person that they knew by a name and sometimes even surname. That was all my classmates knew about me, all that they should have know about me. Continue reading