Anything can happen, anywhere. Heaven is a state of mind, not a place. And there is NOTHING that can't, in some way, be done. We've managed to fly and made it to the moon, and can humans fly? No, they cannot. There is the proof.
Shir.
Uhm, uhm... okay, study... fresh air... fresh air, study, study fresh air...
Damn, I'm going down to the beach and taking the freaking history book with me.
Shir.
A few days ago when I went to the store to buy some sodas, a guy and a girl were standing there, talking, and I listened to their conversation as I paid the bill. The girl asked him: "so how do you, as an artist..." and then I heard him answering: "I don't call myself an artist, because... all artists have something screwed up in their heads, you know... something's not right with them". At that moment I thought, wow, good thing he doesn't consider himself to be an artist, because if he would, I might couldn't help it telling him to his face that he wasn't one, and believe me, it didn't take much more for me to tell him that he wasn't worthy of the title, as it was.
Shir.
She Sees In Him A Magician
she sees in him a magician
and he doesn't mind
and what's real and what's not get mixed
she can separate no longer
now she's giving her heart
and she's everything he's never had and has missed
that wave in the ocean?
I think it was them
proving their love once again
she's now learned
the meaning of devotion
but a child she was, and this she remained
and night becomes day every time
and day becomes night
that's the end of her knowledge, the limit to her insight
and it's beyond even them to tell
what's happening inside
this is what happens when real and dream collide
and he doesn't care, if that's what she wants
nor is he aware of the world that goes round
a magician she asked for?
a magician she has found.
Shir.
Heheheh...
I'm all alone on here...
Online members: 1
cool...
("I think we're alone now, doesn't seem to be anyone around...")
Shir.
Dream Chaser
My job... is to hunt for dreams
old ones, new ones little difference does it make
mine or those of others
and not a single one should I miss
they must have a very small smell
for I always track one passing by, no matter what
then, in a matter of seconds, I'm out for the hunt
tricky creatures to catch, those dream
all seems like everything, and all isn't what it seems
I can only try, and will never do better
but this is me,
the dream chaser.
Shir.
Okay, so...
It's now 05:10 AM, and I have a long day ahead of me. This Friday I have civics' exam no' 2. No'1 went okay, but not good enough, which means I need to work harder for this one. Other than this, today I'll go taking care of some things at the post office, I only need to go take something from there, but my mother asked me to take care of some stuff for her too, if I'm already around. Also, a few long walks with the dogs would be great for me, I think. I'll take them out, say... about at 06:00, and then I'll probably be tired and go to sleep for a couple of hours, and then get up and do what needs to be done.
And the beat goes on...
(lol!)
Shir.
נזכרת בשיר
.מביטה ימינה, ונזכרת בשיר
ומזמזמת אותו בהביטי אל הנוף
הנוף לא מוכר, והאויר הוא אחר
ומי שיודע ספק אם זוכר.
.אבל כל דבר מזכיר לי שיר אחר
בהזכרי בעוד שיר, איני שואלת אבל תוהה
האם מישהו אחר רואה את שאני רואה
מישהו אחר, ייתכן, נזכר באותו שיר, וזוכר
ושואל עצמו את אותו הדבר במקום אחר
נחמד לחשוב על זה עכשיו כשכל מי שסביבי
רואה את שאני רואה- אך לא
כאן, אני חושבת, לכל אחד יש שירים משלו
והזמן הוא לא אותו הזמן שעבר
ואני אולי לא אותה אני
אבל השירים, אני מחייכת, הם אותו הדבר
אולי איש לא שם לב מלבדי
כי האויר כאן הוא קצת זר
והאנשים לא דוברים את שפתי
וכל אימת שאני נזכרת בשיר מוכר
ספק מי מהם נזכר אתי
כל כך הרבה שירים
והם אינם מכירים אף לא אחד
ואני חושבת, ומצטערת
אך מה טעם בהיותך מוטרד
...ואז מביטה שמאלה, ונזכרת בעוד אחד
I Remember A Song
I look to my right and recall a song
and hum it while watching the view
the view is unknown and the air is quite different
And those who do know I doubt if they could keep it
in mind for so long
still every tree reminds me
of another song.
as I hear a familiar melody
I do not ask, though I wonder
if I can remember, perhaps there's another
who remembers the same in some other place
and asking himself if there's somebody else
it's nice to have this, that thought
when all who are around me see what I see- and yet not
here, so it seems, each have their own songs
the time is not the time that's passed
and I'm not the same me, but never the less
the songs, so it seems, the songs forever last
and maybe no one here knows this but me
for the air is quite different
my language no one speaks
and whenever I recall, I don't think they remember with me
so many songs
and they don't know a single one
I think that, and I'm sorry,
but what's the use in stressing on
and then I look to my left, and recall another one...
Shir.
My Army
my army is the prettiest ever existed
my soldiers are cats in hats.
my empire is a castle of laughter
my only fear is that of heights.
the war in which we're fighting
we shall win, either way
so will tell you any one of my warriors
and my army is here to stay
ask any cat in a hat.
the weapon in which we use
is a secret kind
made of neither metal, nor steel
it is meant to make heart fears and sorrow
give in from their own free will
looking at my kingdom, my castle, my army
you'll easily understand
can you feel the freedom? can you taste that breeze?
that's what we're here to defend
Shir.
Either Way, That Way
when I left the other day
I thought that we would change
guess you cannot work things out
buy running away
still isn't it strange
that every road we take
still leads to the same old oak tree
when I leave you alone
seems to be a mistake
then I always end up
finding some way
back to you
afraid we might fall apart
and it's too much to take
but it seems
we always end up
like this-
end up that way, either way
when you tell me something nasty
like you did the other day
I try my best so that you wouldn't know
how you mess me up that way
but isn't it strange
how I can't seem to fake
and you always find a way
to set it free
and you always find a way to me
when I leave you alone
seems to be a mistake
so I always wined up
finding my way back again
know we might fall apart
with those choices that we make
but it seems
we always end up
like this-
that way, either way
who knows why
guess sometimes we're a kind of mystery
as hard as we try
we can't prevent it
I can not help it
even when I
am standing still
don't know what to feel
don't know how to touch
don't know what to say
it's that way, either way
Shir.
Hmm... How do I do something which nobody will be able to ignore? One of those things that people can either love or hate, but can no way stay inert to?...
Shir.
Purple Light
standing at the top of a hill
looking ahead
I saw a purple light
Purple is my favorite color
I thought
I wonder if it is still there tomorrow
I also though
for the sunset is most likely
to cause such light
the following morning
I ran up to the top of the hill
to see whether or not
it was real
and the purple was still there
and I sighed
now I can breath freely
and everything's alright.
Shir.
Another Wall.
a hindrance on the way
another wall
i'll run through this one also
i'll run through them all
break them right down
with my fist, if i must.
i'll leave them no trace
i'll crush them to dust
that's how far i'd go
this is what i would do
that is what is worthy
of someone like you.
Shir.
I'm sick of this. i'm sick of this, i 'm sick of this, i'm sick of this!
i want to be the girl with the Mona Lisa smile.
Shir.
It's Gray Here.
It's been a long long time
since i've seen any colour
any colour at all
you would't know
for it's all shiny where you're at
nothing like here, for sure
and here it's gray
and i'm not feeling so gray
anymore.
hearing from you
of the colours and tastes
i can almost taste them from here
still it isn't the same
for i'm not where your at
and i want to know for sure
that for you there's no gray
that is what makes me feel
not as gray as before.
Shir
I found it!! i found it... *dancing and singing with joy*
I was looking for the notebook in wich i write my book- it's pretty heavy, with all the maps, notes and all... it's always wandering around my room and everything is uhm, how should i say it, dinamic in that room and i always take VERY long breaks in the middle of writing. so if i left it somewhere 4 months ago, it would most likely not be there when i come look for it. but this time i found it very quickly... see, last time i left it, i didn't know wheather i would remmember where i put it or not, but i knew where i would look for it first, hahaha, so i put it there (see how smart i am...)
okay, so in the end, i've come to a decision to put my work on here, in hebrew, as it is, and just keep doing it here. i would like to thank the people that encouraged me to do so, it took your push for me to start with this.
okay, so here's how it's gonna work: i will start typing in the first part of my book, wich is what i've got so far, and it will be organized by chapters. after each page i finish writing, i will (TRY to) translate it and write the same page in English. i want everyone to be able to read it, and have decided that it would take more than a small insugnificant problem such as a language barrier to stop me... i will be writing it in 'the writings, and anyone who wishes will be able to watch the progress. also, it will be open for editing, and i will appriciate it if whoever from the people who read it and find any flaws (language, spelling, grammar) would give me a hand and fix it.
so... here we go... my "trying- to- type- 40- pages- in- hebrew- hoping- it's- a good- idea" project is on the run.
Shir.
p- and if after this the same thing that has now happened to Elftown happens to Writersco then hell, SOMEbody's gonna get shot.
It's early.... dead early. 06:44 a.m for me. and school isn't untill 11:00 aclock today. but well, i'l have more time to get ready for my mass- commun' exam today (didn't even touck the book yet). just something i wanted to tell you guys, a message: an addiction is only a bad thing if it hurts you, or if it cannot be fullfilled. otherwise, it is okay to be addicted.
Shir.
I write more than songs and poetry. i also write a book, been working on ot for some 4 years now (i keep changing and re-editing and stuff... i only have about 40 pages so far, wich is very little, but it's hand written, so... anyway, if i devide it in to parts, then the first part could be finished very soon, if i sit on it for about 2 hours every day, 'cause when i'm in the mood and know more or less how i want to contenue, i cover pages over pages very fast. not a very organized method, if you don't have the whole story planed, and you just make it up spontaniesly, then you're very likely to forget detailes and then your story becomes inconsistant. but it's the only way i can get along with.... and i also don't know how i want to finish- damn, i'm not even at the half yet. it's going to be a great story. if ONLY for the fact that it is not so completely planed. it's dinamic, it's changing, it has all of my moods and thoughts and ups and downd in it. i like it, because you can actually "smell" me on each and every page, as if i was telling it to you personaly. one of the people who have read it said that it feels like the story is.. sort of... alive. i like that. i wouldn't change my writing method. it's not the best, but it's mine.
however...
my book is not written in english, and i'm not in a level where i can translate all that's in it to English quite yet. i intend to try, but others and greaters than me have trouble doing those things right... and if that would change my book, or that some of it will get lost on the way or that it would be ANY less good than it is in Hebrew, that would upset me. i'd rather not to even try for now. and writing\ translating 40 pages all over again, not to mention typing the whole thing, would be an imposible mission for me. frankly, i don't even know how to start. it's really, i mean REALLY frustrating. very much so. untill i do so, i won't be able to present my book to anyone who doesn't speak Hebrew (most of the world). and i'm most upset about not being able to present it to anyone on here (writersco), and it's an entirely different thing from my poems. but i have my blog, though, and i will try to write at least a "triger" for my story. and for me, like, even just being in Writersco feels like it does for a child in a cany shop. so, for now...
this will do, won't it?
oh, yeah, and... it's good to have friends in high places.
Shir.