tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268230102060843572011-11-08T19:02:31.593+02:00i feel soon, i will sink, into you, what do you think?bROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873069856507851412noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826823010206084357.post-77497465428886921362011-11-08T19:02:00.000+02:002011-11-08T19:02:31.638+02:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SxIGJnUcxns">leah</a>..<br />moving faster<br /><br />leah..<br />come out<br />of the water<br /><br />race for<br />the divider..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826823010206084357-7749746542888692136?l=broken-sad-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873069856507851412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826823010206084357.post-77828522781180194822011-07-19T18:47:00.001+03:002011-07-20T11:37:39.200+03:00отново болка ме пронизва.<br />животът, тъй жесток,<br />подгонил ме е като жалка измет,<br />набита под обувките на Бог.<br /><br />а ти обърна гръб, замина надалече.<br />не ме почака. не погледна. не прости.<br />нима чак толкова ти пречех..<br />нима и теб не те боли?<br /><br />сега пръстта очаква всеки спомен, всяка твоя дума.<br />дълбоко в мене ще те погреба.<br />"обичам те" се скъса като струна<br />и ми остави само тишина.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826823010206084357-7782852278118019482?l=broken-sad-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873069856507851412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826823010206084357.post-77771695210434581532011-04-28T08:04:00.000+03:002011-04-28T08:04:20.514+03:00живеем наслуки<br />и изгаряме време,<br />и никой не се сеща<br />просто да вземе<br />да спре да се блещи<br />и да отвори очи.<br />да не мислиш за нищо<br />е по-лесно, нали?<br /><br />белият заек<br />отдавна избяга.<br />и аз като него,<br />но все го отлагам..<br />хванат в капана<br />на фалшивите дни,<br />изоставам полека,<br />а душата ми спи.<br /><br />пипала от неон<br />във железни градини,<br />пещери от бетон,<br />термоядрена зима.<br />светът си отива,<br />а ние мълчим,<br />затъпели до сиво<br />от отровния дим.<br /><br />вече нямам желание<br />да си търся посока,<br />само миг невнимание<br />и се превръщаш във стока.<br /><br />пълен контрол<br />над душата. стагнация.<br />добре дошли<br />във света на глупаците.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826823010206084357-7777169521043458153?l=broken-sad-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873069856507851412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826823010206084357.post-85572878658166142542011-02-05T07:49:00.000+02:002011-02-05T07:49:40.652+02:00So be it, I'm your crowbar <br />If that's what I am so far <br />Until you get out of this mess <br />And I will pretend <br />That I don't know of your sins <br />Until you are ready to confess <br />But all the time, all the time <br />I'll know, I'll know <br />And you can use my skin <br />To bury secrets in <br />And I will settle you down <br />And at my own suggestion, <br />I will ask no questions <br />While I do my thing in the background <br />But all the time, all the time <br />I'll know, I'll know <br />Baby-I can't help you out, while she's still around <br />So for the time being, I'm being patient <br />And amidst this bitterness <br />If you'll just consider this-even if it don't make sense <br />All the time-give it time <br />And when the crowd becomes your burden <br />And you've early closed your curtains, <br />I'll wait by the backstage door <br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sruTcuCg8x8">While you try to find the lines to speak your mind</a> <br />And pry it open, hoping for an encore <br />And if it gets too late, for me to wait <br />For you to find you love me, and tell me so <br />It's ok, don't need to say it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826823010206084357-8557287865816614254?l=broken-sad-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873069856507851412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826823010206084357.post-63370166537319427132010-12-14T11:30:00.002+02:002010-12-14T11:30:55.541+02:00няма<br />правилни дни<br />за големи решения.<br /><br />правиш грешки,<br />редиш извинения..<br /><br />после<br />се впускаш<br />надолу,<br />надолу,<br />рядко изпускаш,<br />"каляваш си волята"..<br /><br />ала никой<br />няма да чака,<br />брат,<br />и при тебе<br />да съмне.<br />а ти<br />все така<br />си протакаш<br />и живееш<br /><br />несбъднато.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826823010206084357-6337016653731942713?l=broken-sad-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873069856507851412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826823010206084357.post-64415099655239396222010-12-02T06:46:00.000+02:002010-12-02T06:46:14.039+02:00къде е сега<br />онзи блясък в очите<br />онова тайно надничане<br />иззад ъгъла<br />на тази Реалност<br />и не твърде банални<br />отношения с думите<br />не всичко беше<br />изгубено<br />имаше смисъл<br />имаше писане<br />всичко бе ясно<br />и думите дишаха<br />всичко бе плътно<br />и сякаш трептеше<br />мечтите чакаха<br />сбъдване<br />тъй беше,<br />тъй беше<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826823010206084357-6441509965523939622?l=broken-sad-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873069856507851412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826823010206084357.post-65461152600835558402010-08-27T10:15:00.001+03:002010-08-27T16:51:04.123+03:00Fourteen years have passed since that day<br />Your stories are the same but the ends have all changed<br />You carried on like you were some type of god<br />Some things will never change<br /><br />We went home to see our folks<br />We laughed and we told jokes<br />It was like we were young again<br />On that deathbed our mother lay<br />How long she's got they still can't say<br />It took all this to get us back together again<br /><br />How long is this going to last<br />You can't keep breathing in the past<br />Screwing over the ones that you love<br />In the name of some new drug<br />So brother, raise another pint<br />Rev up the engine and drive off in the night<br />See you somewhere some place some time<br />I know there's better brothers but you're the only one that's mine<br />I know there's better brothers but you're the only one that's mine<br /><br />The bondsman came to my door early the next day<br />He said "I come lookin' for you brother<br />You don't know what kind of trouble that he's in"<br /><br />How long is this going to last<br />You can't keep breathing in the past<br />Johnny law keeps a poundin' at my door<br />'Cause you screwed up some new score<br /><br />So he's standing in the doorway like he owns the place<br />With a look of smug satisfaction on his face<br />I'm gonna give you up<br />Of that he's sure as hell<br />But I take one look at him and I know I'll never tell<br /><br />So brother, raise another pint<br />Rev up the engine and drive off in the night<br />See you somewhere some place some time<br />I know there's better brother's but you're the only one that's mine<br /><br />So brother, raise another pint<br />Rev up the engine and drive off in the night<br />I still look out for you no matter what you heard.<br />They can knock all of my doors down but I won't say a word.<br />They can knock all of my doors down but I won't say a <b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zt2Sf2-o94g&ob=av2e">word</a></b>.<br /><br />Fourteen years have passed since that day and still nothing has changed.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826823010206084357-6546115260083555840?l=broken-sad-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873069856507851412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826823010206084357.post-57455742743410341612010-07-23T18:31:00.000+03:002010-07-23T18:31:00.896+03:00love grows in me like a tumor<br />parasite, bent on devouring its host<br />i'm developing my sense of humor<br />till i can laugh at my heart between your teeth<br />till i can laugh at my face beneath your feet<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826823010206084357-5745574274341034161?l=broken-sad-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873069856507851412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826823010206084357.post-72223656001488217652010-07-06T19:42:00.002+03:002010-07-06T19:42:56.285+03:00и за какъв,<br />по дяволите,<br />се мисля?<br /><br />А?<br /><br />тука хвърчат листи,<br />капят разтопените мисли,<br />не знам,<br /><br />вече май взе да ми писва<br />да гоня все същите рими.<br />все пак,<br />доста време замина<br /><br />във опити празни,<br /><br />викам си<br /><br />поне не е твърде заразно,<br />ще го изкараме някак.<br /><br />Глупак! си останах,<br />такъв и ще бъда<br />и за напред - <br /><br />несправедлива присъда<br /><br />и дори<br />не можеш да се оплачеш<br />и скачаш ли, скачаш<br /><br />във опити жалки<br /><br />да надскочиш света.<br />аз не, брат.<br /><br />аз си търся запалката..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826823010206084357-7222365600148821765?l=broken-sad-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873069856507851412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826823010206084357.post-60219342150529833832010-06-28T09:46:00.001+03:002010-06-28T09:46:49.724+03:00сутрин пия кафе<br />от твоята чаша.<br />лягам си<br />от твоята страна<br />на леглото.<br />гледам твоите снимки,<br />говоря на призрака ти<br />и, общо-взето,<br />върша нещата,<br />които ти в момента<br />не можеш.<br /><br />нощем бих ти пращал<br />от топлината си,<br />но понеже е лято<br />и те пазя,<br />да не ти стане<br />твърде горещо.<br /><br />изпълвам деня си със теб,<br />изпълвам нощта със въпроси.<br />доколкото мога, държа се зает,<br />и всичката болка, си я пазя за после..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826823010206084357-6021934215052983383?l=broken-sad-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873069856507851412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826823010206084357.post-51111553987313304352010-06-22T20:03:00.002+03:002010-06-23T12:36:22.130+03:00и няма слънце вече да изгрее,<br />и няма топли, есенни звезди,<br />които вятърът да разпилее,<br />като роса по твоите коси.<br /><br />на моят остров не растат дървета,<br />не пеят птици, няма чудеса.<br />в небето никога не съм видял комета,<br />не ражда нищо мъртвата земя.<br /><br />без сбогом ще те пусна да си тръгнеш,<br />без спомени. и без вина.<br />по пътя си, където и да стигнеш,<br />без мен бъди. но никога сама.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826823010206084357-5111155398731330435?l=broken-sad-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873069856507851412noreply@blogger.com0