20 Days of Poetry

I'm telling you, it was not my fault! I didn't abandon my blog, it was my lack of inspiration. These few month were very tough, full with a lot of homework and a lot of responsibilities. BUT this is over! Because it's...

It feels so good to have you back, summer! I missed you so much...

Anyway...

I decided to start something called ''20 days of Poetry'', something I found i the Internet while I randomly was searching (useful!) thing to do in the summer. Why I decided to be this? Because I suck at writing and because I hate all of you, my readers, so much that I'll be happy to abuse your minds while you read my nonsence. :D I'm kidding, I don't hate you. But the other part was true... SO:

Day 1

It's about concrete poetry. This is about the use of words and their physical forms. It's kind of making picture with words.. literally. My task: to create a scene, using only word. Yikes!

I decided to make a rainbow. Yeah, I know, it's not a decision, full of creativity, but it's the best one I came up with. I told you - you'll suffer :D

                                          rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow

                            rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow 

             rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow

rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow

Maybe I should get a boyfriend instead. Anyway, see ya soon ♥

Beauty. What is beauty? Is it the new model of Versace’s brand or the rainbow after rain? Is it the newborn baby or Da Vinci’s Mona Liza? Can you feel it? Can you smell it? Can you sense it? Who can tell me what beauty is?

You can find it anywhere, that’s what I mean. It’s there and there. It’s inside of you (well, not literally because, you know, inside of you are the bones and muscles…). It’s everywhere. And as soon as you found it, you will be free. But it’s kind of hard among all that ugliness around you, isn’t it? When you were little you were told that the world is full with magical creatures, amazing places and pirates. But, as you grow older, you find that the world is full of nuclear waste, dead species and burglars. In a matter of fact, is it worth is to be a grown-up? Not at all.

So, that’s where the beauty comes. It saves you. Like a vacuum cleaner, she sucking up all the sh*t bad things around. That’s why to open up your eyes it’s important. It can’t wait a minute more! Open them. Open them now! Open them or you will finish as an ordinary, boring robot, working in a company, doing the same thing over and over again every goddamn day and year. And then you’ll die, left nothing behind you except some dust.

I will give myself as and example. When I was younger, I needed glasses because my vision wasn’t that great. To be honest, I cannot see the black board at all. But I continued to reject using glasses, thinking that I’m dealing well enough without them. After some time I decide to give it a try. And guess what happened? Everything was more clear and beautiful. A whole new world appeared in front me. I think that’s the feeling when you finally open your eyes and see the Beauty. 

Happy Easter everyone (a little late, I know…) ! I’m not really a Christian, but isn’t it beautiful how the little ones are coloring the eggs? How they laugh and play? How everyone dresses in their best clothes? I think it is. So, give your best smile to the world and celebrate that smile.

Well, hey there Father, I don't wanna bother you but I've got a sin to confess.

            I'm just sixteen and, if you know what I mean, do you mind if I take off my dress?

The Pretty Reckless

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGZjx2Qm1hI

Sixteen. What a beautiful number. It sounds.. young, and wild, and free. In my head, among many other songs, a little voice sings ''Forever young, I wanna be forever young...''.

Although, it wasn't as exciting as I though. In the end of the day, I was smoking and thinking about my life. And what sixteen means to me. Is it really that much of a deal? Nothing amazing happened today. My big love didn't finnaly showed up. I haven't done anything stupid or reckless. I probably won't remember this birthday. Is this a sign that my year will be like that - so plain and so.. normal?

Shivers all over me when I think about that. No way, there is just no way. So, on this day, I made a promise to myself - it will be an amazing year. Because, the simple truth is that no one will make my life worthy. The only person who can make things happens is me. Only me, myself and I (yep, ''Stronger'' is the song). But whoaaa, too much drama. I think I watch too much movies lately...

The Pretty Reckless realised their music video ''My medicine'' today. So, that's why I decided to name my blog in their honor. And I love them.