Anima Oscura della Fenice

2012-01-23T09:49:00.000-08:00

"I left behind me the madness of men whose lives are governedby the baser instincts. I separated myself from men of all races, from their greed and their prejudice, their wars and their politics, and their monstrous conception of betterment. I came here so that I could live alone. I was always alone, of course; I was made to feel alone. The difference now is that I am alone, not because others

The Dark Phoenix Howl

2012-01-13T06:57:00.001-08:00

Now that I chose to be alone I have a lot of time and energy to spend on myself. I am so rich of gifts I don't know why I've never tried to improve the way they deserved to. I sometimes feel as if I'm a world itself. I've spent so much time by thinking about other people's behavior, I've always been trying to deserve my right to exist by proving I don't know what to I don't know who,

Will I ever be able to love again?

2012-01-13T06:54:00.000-08:00

I've been betrayed so many times I'm no more able to trust anyone, so that I can't consider anyone worthy of my efforts to present him of an only sec of my life. I need no help to go on living well, so I do not need anyone at all. Generally, the risk of a behavior like mine, is loneliness. But, actually, loneliness itself does not frighten me and, for the truth, I do want to be lonely: I'm scared

WE ARE LONELY

2012-01-13T06:52:00.000-08:00

In my few years on this filthish world, I could understand that all those values I grew up with are gone. Anyone no more cares about them, they are "Out". U know: friendship, love, all what concerns doing something for the other person and not only for urself..well all this is part of the past. Nowadays everyone is a solo world. Everything, even the most worthless, has to be considered as a

Being a Dark Lady

2012-01-13T06:49:00.000-08:00

Once upon a time there was a girl who was teared by a struggle within her soul. She always had a dark core inside, but she never paid the right attention to it, untill it came out with all its power so that she had no choice but to accept it and follow its stream. If u have a dark soul, maybe ur not conscious about it but be sure it does about itself and it wants to make itself clear to everyone

2012-01-13T05:57:00.001-08:00

We are all our own graveyards I believe; we squat amongst the tombs of the people we were. If we're healthy, every day is a celebration, a Day of the Dead, in which we give thanks for the lives that we lived, and if we are neurotic we brood and mourn and wish that the past was still present.Clive Barker - Dalla introduzione alla raccolta "Books of Blood - Volumes One to Three" Special collector's

2012-01-13T05:49:00.000-08:00

Voler essere un Kender per:1. fregarsene di tutto e di tutti2. non aver paura di niente al mondo tranne la Torre dell'Alta Magia3. sapersi intrufolare inosservati ovunque4. sdrammatizzare qualunque cosa5. non prendere mai nulla davvero sul serio6. avere un'insaziabile curiosità

2012-01-13T05:42:00.000-08:00

It is easy to have hope in the spring, warrior, when the weather is warm and the vallenwoods are green. It is easy to have hope in the summer when the vallenwoods glitter with gold. It is easy to have hope in the fall when the vallenwoods are as red as living blood. But in the winter, when the air is sharp and bitter and the skies are gray, does the vallenwood die, warrior?What does the

WE ARE NO VICTIMS

2012-01-13T05:41:00.000-08:00

Everything passes byPain smooths as time goes onWounds heal day by dayMemory never dies thoughIn our brains the carves of sufferingthe scars of defeatsBleeding because of injusticePuking rage Spitting hatredWe go onstep by stepa task at a timeconquering selfconfidencelosing what we wereto achieve new levels of what we will becometo get closer to what we were meant to beNo one is a victim herewe

NONSENSE

2012-01-13T05:40:00.000-08:00

Life is toughFor everyoneEven though apperances show otherwiseA smile may hide a painA hug may conceal a woundA shrug may cover a mourningAll of us have something to go troughEverybody have something to forgetEach one have someone to forgiveIt's a hard dungeonThe field we all live inThe grass helps us to believe in freshnessThe sun makes us trust in brightnessThe dew allows us to wipe off

D's RULES

2012-01-13T05:39:00.000-08:00

1. Always Remember Who You Are2. Mind That You've Loads of Things Yet to Learn3. Never Ever Judge4. Don't Let Your Emotions Drive Your Thoughts on Wrong Paths by Dazzling Off Your Mind5. Speak Only IF and WHEN You're Expressely Asked To6. Let Your Mind Settle On Before Uttering Your Thought7. Keep Calm and Self-Confident: Nobody Can Thread On You Unless You Let It Happen8. Don't Let Anyone Steal

WHAT SHOULD I DO?

2012-01-13T05:38:00.000-08:00

You don't know how I tried not tobut you stole my thoughts all the sameevery minute of my daythinking of youmy heart beating every timeonly for youwaking up at morninggoing to sleep at nightwith the wishper of your name on my lipswhat should I do?Fancing about one of your pleasure sighsyour tongue tasting my skinthe flavour of yours in my mouthmy hand slips under my pantspain for the object of my

WAITING FOR THE GLASS TO BREAK

2012-01-13T05:35:00.000-08:00

I feel like a childlooking at delicious cakesfrom behind the shop glassher nose stamped on ither breathe drawing the shape of her desireher hands blocked by the obstacleI feel like a monkeytrapped into its cageits fists clenching the prison barsits eyes looking at what it is beyond its reachits limbs tended into an useless effortagainst something more powerfulI feel like a museum attendantlooking

MY WORST RECKONING MISTAKE EVER

2012-01-13T05:26:00.000-08:00

Wounded, one more timeEven with my heart lockedits key dug deeply into the earth But an unholy day I met youYour face was so niceYour pose so kindYour behavior so seriousI stumbled once more upon that promise I made to myselfNever ever let anyone have that precious keyI betrayed myselfOnce moreI trusted into that maskyou so carefully made upso that no one could peer deep inside youNor could IThus

2012-01-13T05:19:00.000-08:00

L'acqua fresca come dal frigo squisita da bere e meravigliosa sul viso;nessuna zanzara, mosca, cimice o altro insetto fastidioso;la dolce pesantezza delle coperte calde addosso;il silenzio e la tranquillità delle aree pedonali della città non più gremite di gente;la temperatura esterna che ti permette di conservare gli alimenti fuori dalla finestra;la durata degli stessi decuplicata rispetto alle

Illusioni alla pari

2011-10-25T04:29:00.003-07:00

Dicono: "Non è possibile che tu sia anarchica: vorresti davvero un mondo in preda al caos dove, se uno soltanto lo volesse potrebbe ucciderti, stuprarti o farti del male restando impunito?" e quando rispondo: "Certo!" controbattono con un: "Non ci credo!".E invece credici, tesoro!Non mi interessa se per questo penserai di me che sono una decerebrata, una illusa, una povera deficiente che non ha

You cannot espect of a fish to behave like a bee. Nor viceversa.

2011-08-29T09:33:00.000-07:00

Eccomi qui, ancora una volta preda della sensazione di non riuscire a stabilire un contatto con questi umani, ancora vittima della certezza di non far parte, in fondo, di questa umanità. Piena di voglia di imparare, consapevole di avere ancora così tante cose da scoprire e da capire, mi scontro ogni giorno con questi miei "simili" che simili a me decisamente NON sono nè saranno mai, così

-ista, -ico, -oso o de L'Ottusità

2011-07-03T11:53:00.000-07:00