Why do I like the smell of grass, and hate the smell of gas? What is it that makes good smells good, and bad smells bad?
It's funny how sometimes we don't speak, or don't handle things, up until the point where they burst out all at once. As if we were stocking them in order to create as big of explosion as we can later on.
Why do I get upset, sometimes, with no real reason? Why do I write about how I like the smell of grass and dislike the smell of gas, when I want to say something else? I don't know what I want to say. Yes, I do, but... I don't want to specifically say things that I'd really like people to figure out on their own. I don't want to be so obvious, but I want people to get me. You can't enjoy both worlds.
If I'm honest, then people would say that I'm arrogant. If I'm being modest, then people would accuse me of being hypocrite. I want to say that I care not what other people may think or may not think of me, but it's not true. I do care, but I wouldn't want to fake, either, so... What do you do? How do you manipulate? I want nothing from no one, but as a matter of fact I do want something. No, I want everything. That's why I get nervous. It's like... you want so many things all at once, all at the same time, and you're almost like in a constant race to get it all, right away. You get irritated, you're always feeling slightly uncomfortable, so you move a little to the left, a little to the right, trying all kinds of angles until you find a state that is comfortable for you, and even then, when you find it, you know that it's not for long, and very soon you'll start looking for something else, different. But be honest with yourself- if you weren't so full of contrasts, and if you could enjoy and be happy in one place, in the same situation for long, wouldn't that drive you crazy just as fair? If you're a writer, I believe, you feel all those things that I just mentioned. We all want people to hear us, and to appreciate us, and to recognize that we have a tremendous talent, and we all want to be able to do something GREAT, that would make not one person recognize it, not two people, but to make something that would make the whole world go: "WOAH".
I'm restless, at times I'm moody, and at times I'm just happy, and sometimes I'm really happy, and instead of being satisfied with it, I get even more restless because of it, and can't sleep at night. And I still haven't found exactly what the right amounts of polite and honesty are, so... I still toggle between them. And it's great. You know what?... I kind of like it.Shir. And I think, heh, if I'm not mistaking... Flaws add to diamonds' value.

I need some pain killers... What do they give to horses, for instance?

Shir.

I've made up my mind. As from today, I am going to do everything right. I won't be lazy, I'll get up in time, I'll go to sleep in time, and I'll eat properly, everything. As I said, starting today. starting now.

Thank you, Travis.

Shir.

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.