where is your soapbox?

she

Sun, 01 Feb 2009 14:45:38 GMT

Strong wind blows
She is alone
Her soul is closed
And love is gone

She want to scream
And remain to one
She lost her dream
And love is gone

Long road of life
Conducts in emptiness
We must die
Life is fairy-tale for dreamers

monotony

Fri, 30 Jan 2009 15:30:47 GMT

one moment can change ur life
I wait this moment...but It does not hurry visit to me
every day and every night are the same
university ...home...sametimes friends and snowboard
are basic consituents of my life
I live only for one idea...and I know
I will have done that

our dream

Fri, 30 Jan 2009 10:54:51 GMT

she breathes smoke of cigarettes
She think about her life
she gone where her dreams are true
she want to say for all "good bye"
This world is an illusion only
that's in ur mind and soul forever
and all people have this confusion
we will be able awaken never

work

Fri, 30 Jan 2009 07:40:41 GMT

we're with my friends have decided to settle down on work
wish successes to us)))

Something about me

Mon, 26 Jan 2009 15:28:59 GMT

Hi ..I'm Kate.I'm 19 years old..
I love snowboarding, merriment, rub socializing with different people, interesting films
I like rain and wind...when I'm sad...
If u want communicate I'll be glad))

Student's day

Sun, 25 Jan 2009 08:19:09 GMT

Ohh....I congratulate all students on his day)))

scream of my soul

Sun, 25 Jan 2009 05:56:05 GMT

maybe I'm very selfish, but I want live only on my own...
I was tired of all problems which I'm surrounded

But I love this world and my friends...
I know that all will be Fine...

I'm tired of myself...

Sat, 24 Jan 2009 17:01:51 GMT

I'm sick of feeling numb..
My inside world perishes
I scare to losed myself..
but I.m very tired of myself...
why? I can't understand...

I want here..
I want live in Australia

Through Glass

Sat, 24 Jan 2009 16:40:34 GMT

How do you feel, that is the question
But I forget you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes initialized
And folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me