City functions

This one for example.I've promised this one so long before
(on the right you can see who's guilty for the other photo)

There are sometimes that I would really like to know what exactly are there all those buildings for.

Trick question II

and I will make bananas that I stole from your house

I've given up on people, but I guess I can get used to your cookies and tea. These will make me happy from now on so now you hold the key to my happiness. Big thing huh!?

LIFO

memories, that is

The more memories we make the more I forget of those that should be forgotten. Maybe that was the deal from the beggining, I couldn't stop thinking about it because I had no other memories worth thinking. But these aren't happy memories anymore. Let's make more .. .


That's the method after all, last in first out.

Treat me

cloudy sky

Tears? Oh .. Don't worry, my eyes have been sick for sometime now and they vomit tears occasionally.
So don't worry about them, they're getting used to it.

Trick question

the place is empty now so you won't be able to see it

. ..
- What makes you happy ?
- Ehh, happy as?
- Happy as when you think of it, it will make you smile .
- Hmm, is this a trick question?
- Hahah, yes it's my trick question. Others have been in your shoes before so don't worry .
- Music would be a standard, people make me happy as well but not always...Well, I smile when I think of you.
- ...Straightforward aren't you?

Rose red cheeks

The girl's cheeks took a rose red color and she could feel her lips getting warm from the things she was ready to say. She wanted to tell him that he was kind, that she had never met such I kind person before and that's the reason she had that impulse to tell him in the first place. She truly believed it even though she didn't know him for long. But long days and long nights passed with him and the time came when she was abandoned. Denying to accept what she said in the past was wrong she tried and she tried and she tried to get him to acknowledge her value. But what she had said was wrong and nothing could change that.

She cried. The first day she cried because she missed him. The second day she cried because he didn't miss her. The third day she cried because she was nothing without him. The fourth day she cried because he was fine without her. The fifth day she cried because she understood that the dreams they shared, her dreams that were taken from her without question, had vanished.  The sixth day she cried because she was betrayed. The seventh because she had let her feelings mislead her. The eighth because she was told lies without telling any. The ninth because the world is cruel. The tenth because she was crying even though the world is so much crueler to many others. The eleventh because she was lying to herself that there was still hope. The twelfth because she was pathetic enough to still try for a lie. The thirteenth because she found happiness and she let it go. The fourteenth because she understood that what she thought as happiness was a fraud. The fourteenth because she had to buy tissues. The fifteenth because whatever she did she couldn't stop. The sixteenth because she was afraid she would start to hate him. The seventeenth because he didn't care, and he was having fun while she was rotting. The eighteenth because she was afraid she wouldn't achieve the leftovers of her goals. The nineteenth because he didn't keep his promises. The twentieth because he absorbed her lost self. The twenty-first because she accepted she wouldn't be with him any more. The twenty-second because she thought she would never have the same feelings again. The twenty-third because she didn't want to feel again those feelings not to get hurt again. The twenty-fourth because she got that even if she felt it again nobody would ever feel the same. The twenty-fifth because he didn't want to see her again even though he said otherwise. The twenty-sixth because she wasn't given another chance although another chance was given to someone who didn't deserve it. The twenty-seventh she cried because she wanted another chance. The twenty-eighth because she shouldn't have wanted and she shouldn't have even been the one to need a chance. The twenty-ninth because  he made her feel as if she wasn't worth anything. The thirtieth she cried because he regretted their time together and he wished to be with another. The thirty-first she cried because she noticed one month had passed and nobody could tell her when her pain would ease. The thirty second day she cried because nobody helped her and more than anybody he wouldn't help her.            All of these happened just for her to notice he was not a kind person. Not at all, not beautiful nor kind , at all.                                            

She cried, although it was too late. The world she had built her logic, her common sense, her purpose of living was destroyed. But she was left                                                                                                                      

The thirty third day she cried, but she wasn't alone anymore.

Easy

You are. You are the easy to forget, easy to resist. That's what you are.
Don't forget to remind yourself cos lies can deceive you.
You are easy, that's what you are. Easy to trust, easy to hurt .. .







                                                                   That's what you are

Regret

No, I don't regret. I will never regret. You said I showed you love exists and you are the only one who could possibly show me that no, love doesn't exist.

Love will tear us apart

The girl returned getting in her deep-red-from-head-to-toe pyjamas (which didn't quite match her mood) and her penguin shocks instantly. She was wondering why she felt like the lyrics of all these songs (that she used to think of as a someone's hard try to put some words in order) started to touch her so suddenly. Could it be that others might have had the same feelings as her? She didn't think so as I don't too.

Her love had teared her apart.


                                                                                                                         jd

Nice to meet you, I'm nothing

Why can't you people love?
Why can't my tears stop?




Why are my clothes smothering me?
Just how much louder do I have to shout?
Just how much more do I have to cry?Stop it please I can't run anymore, the gates of the world I dreamed are closing. Allow me to hold all those dear memories, cause I will run one more time.

Suddenly I found a hope that shouldn't have been there. The moment I thought it was the same moment it flew away, since I saw your face your eyes, those eyes that were always taking my pain away, now they scare me they bring me unbearable feelings they make me understand that I'm not me anymore. I'm vacant , I arrived at where I began, in nothing. I was nothing, you gave me identity and now,again, I'm a solitary wounded nothing.

At least you gave two adjectives to my name. I should be grateful

                                                                                                                                            brs

Little old toy

I'm wearing my favourite dress tonight, no one has seen it and no one will.

Today while picking trees and columns to leave my colorful signs, I saw so many odd things. Maybe these where signs for me, ominous or auspicious I wonder. Some men where changing trousers in the park while I was going and even when I was turning back. Another man was spreading red flowers on the grass while sb, who was standing in the middle of the street, was filming him. An itinerant couple was wondering in the middle of nowhere , playing accordion.

The game begins, how many signs can you find?

Beg

What did I do to deserve this?
I'm sorry I'm truly sorry whatever it is. Just take this pain I beg you, I beg you .

Spin

it's such a pity we didn't get to see your tear

I want to turn around, turn around, turn around 'till I pass out.





                                                                                          Please someone make me pass out.

Hot bath

When tears come to your eyes and you try to keep them by closing your eyes tightly, it's as if your eyes are taking a hot bath.

Groans

The silent cry makes the guts want to change vessel.