Fire

آری، آری ، زندگی زیباست زندگی آتشگهی دیرنده پا برجاست گر بیفروزیش، رقص شعله اش در هر کران پیداست ورنه، خاموش است وخاموشی گناه ماست سیاوش کسرایی / / / / / Life is like fire, can burns forever. If we turn it on we can see flame dances from far away, other wise its dark and thats our fault.

Anger is only one letter short of danger. If someone betrays you once, it is his fault; If he betrays you twice, it is your fault.

MY VIOLET

Remember that day when sun was shining
When life was beautiful, when u still where here
You bought me that violet
Do u remember that day?

The violet was beautiful,
Sun was shining
You where here,
I was smiling
Do u remember that day?


Sun was gone
My violet dried
Smiles left me
and you said goodbye
I remember that day
...

Every where were white,
covered with snow
My heart was frozen
Sun wasn't here
My sun wasn't here



Didn't mattere how much i water the violet
it didn't bloom

and didn't matter how much chokolate i had,
my heart didn't smile



You didn't say hi
even
through wires of phon.

Weather was cold
My violet was dead
like my frozen heart






You said you will come
Wheather is warm again
My violet has green leaves again
Sun is shining
Like the smile in my heart

salam salaaaaaam

I'm lovein it :)

salam

i got to a interesting point" every hting has an opposite meaning to me"
maybe thats one of the reason i'm kinda strange. u know
from the sextual asultment volunteer work that i had, till reading "Veronika decided to die" I think the whole message of the book was enjoy the smallest thing in your life and try to be diffrent. the 2 things that cahnge in me is: I decided to be different, and like veronika le my self get angry, if i want and feel the hatred, and thats i am today, i screemed like a hell today at my grand ma. I'm the one who used to tell everybody that calm down , and take it easy with her, cus she doesn't know wat she is doing. and i blow up today, and i wasn't angry, and its not even close to my angry time.....
u know she took away my "ajil" well thats not an excue to get angry off, but if i dont' get angry over ajil, or too much oil she puts in rice, and igore the fact that i am doing s.t here, and the fact that when i'm watching tv she deicde to do ashpazi, and do every thing by her self to prove that i dont' care, and she can do stuff, or when i make a food and after taking all of her order, she would say i made the dinner and panteha help me .
to.
or calling me an angry girl, i hate that when she argue with me, and then calling me angry or crazy. beside all of those she took my ajils too.
any ways i knwo all of these are excuses but y i should always eb the humble one? whats wrong of expresing my self, and letting others know wat they r doing and makes me uncomfortable, i know i wil probably change by end of this week, cuz this is my " angry week" and i would be angry as much as i want, regard less that tehy really dont' want to accpet it or not.
and other things myabe there are small things that can makes me happy, like knowing fariba get engaged, or s.o calling me love. or getting emails from maryam ;) or getting a compliment, or have a conversatin about philosophy, or getting a good mark, or finding a" rooyeh" in"mast" ( i think thats the only things that used to make happy also when i was a kid) or having a chocolate, or ice cream or watching will and grace, or get invitation for a party, or buying s.t for my self.
BUt even non of these would make me happy for a long time, maybe becouse they become part of a rutine, i remember i was so happy when i got my black purse, or my blue bracelet, even thought when i still remember how happy i was ( remembering the happiness) that also makes me happy,
but

I don't know wat does it mean? I s it love? is it jelousy? is it ebing spoiled? being stupid? or jsut being stubern,
but it just make me jelouse, i feel that jelousybefore too, i belive it was just with pg that it hurts, and with R that made me cry for him,
hahahaha, but i can see even thought its funny when it hurts, it s liek candel light, it can burn, or maybe jiggle . bot it does feel liek candle, candels are beautiful, and colourfull, like him, ( beauty can be a bad thing) ( well i would never thought that i fell for it.)
but i did
and i never thougth i would fell in love
but i did
....
i used to think i can control it,
and soem times i did

I remember the first time, when i was trying to control my love, which i never was able to do it in full extend, i find out its just "love" that i am looking for maybe the person doesn't matter as much.
may be this "love" is exactly that platonic love, thats why we r always missing it. and nevere feel fulfiled.
maybe thats why when i see him, i dont' feel any thing, ( or i would ust discover how short he is loooool )
and as soon as he leave i feel burning. or maybe i jsut think i am.
i wold never forget his cold eyes.
those eyes who made me feel like "zamharir"
.....
and why i am still thinking about him?
and why i'm still checking his pic? and missing them?

being stupid?
being in love with zamharir? or do i see myself in him?


My first crash was beacuse of oppsition, the opposite attracts. Dara was all the courage i wanted to have, all things i dreamed of doing. and REza was like my dad, a "man"
and "K" is maybe jsut a cute face, + smart.+ charm.
is it taht hard to get over charm?

there is no way u can be in love with charm of zamharir. or maybe u can ( that makes a good story)