Даммм я тут магу делать цензуру . Конечно я её делать не буду... Мне же и так нет над чем её делать. Поскольку дневник должен быть нудным и тд... В нём ни кто по идеи уже не читает.... Значит мона это всё забивать бессмысленными текстами..... Как этот.... В моей голове много вещей, в большинстве мечты, небеса, дождь, горы. Но каго моя голова интересует?

Sorrow, sadness, all this beauty,
All this humans been betrayd by me,
All of them, by broken voice,
All of them, by my own choise,
Oh when Ill stop, this empty sadness,
Ill stop the sorrow, destroy their darkness,
Ill made them lough, Ill entertain,
Oh I liked their smiles, they liked to train,
I made them strong as they were wishing,
But now their minds forever sleeping,
I wish it to be a lie, I wish to cry,
But they are gone, please tell me why,
They was so young, they was so crazy,
But for this battle they wasnt ready,

As years are passing,
I keep in asking,
Oh evil rulers!
They still are loughing.
Oh foolish humans!
The gold they counting.
Oh stupid wars!
On lifes they mounting.
The honor calls!
To stop the loughing!
The wish of will!
To stop the counting!
The finest steel!
To stop the mounting!

The last battle of me as master,
Seemd to be as great disaster,
But I had smile all the way,
I died in honor in that day.

Why was I happy?
Why was I calm?
On that young lady,
The answer deadly,
As I was ready,
To meet them, lady.

The anciant master died,
This old body is dryd,
On cheer the tear he cryd,
On face the smile he smiled,
His tongue never lied,
As warrior this man have died.

В поисках совета:

Так много вещей в моей голове,
Чувство иллюзии в настоящем мире,
Уверенность в своей правоте,
Удивление в собственной силе,

И многое другое,
Совсем иное,

Земля под ногами,
Небо с облаками,
Глаза с огоньками,
Люди с мечтами,

И охота начать,
Наконец то искать,
Идти по пути,
Видеть мечты,

Что же посоветует друг мой ветер,
Последний раз словом не ответил,
Что же спрошу я и у вас,
Начать ли мой показ?

Just say if you wish, I didnt wrote further then that....
I love to speak to myself yet I never wrote to myself.... The butterflys, the flowers all that beauty such a shame this beauty lives not for long. Well as some wise say, we live only in the memory if no one remember us then we dont exist and never did. I wish to be forgoton and in the same time remembered, I wish to be forgoton as an image, I wish to be rememberd as a person that lived and never died in his storys.... I dont wish to be a writer or to be a part of the history. I wish to reach my dreams and to make others to remember me as someone that reached his dreams and showed that others can too. Yet my dreams are posible but I must say they live throw legends and storys and thoose storys never proved to be right, as it never proved to be wrong. I hope you enjoy reading my diary, as a mind of a crazy person supposed to be interesting.

I didnt wrote much, I kept my self in silence for long time, yet talking to myself, I wrote a little story, about my self or about me from my point of view, point of view of crazy, of selfish, of child that wished only one thing, of mystory person to himself. Anyway the story began. This story with lost love, lost freindship, lost mind, and darkness that lurked my mind or perhapes just made them more clear.

The reason of my silence

Its not the pain with blood,
Its not the screams from city,
Its my woundet heart,
That made my life so pitty,

I tryd to cry it out,
But no tear had fallen,
I tryd to shout it loud,
But my voice was holden,
Then I closed my mouth,
My pitty dreams were stolen.

The reason of my silence,
Lives deep inside of me,
The reason of my silence,
Keep grow as I can see,

The time keeps passing by,
And I still wish to cry,
But still the eyes are dry,
The humans still asking why,

Its not the pain with blood........

The diory begin:

I Child Hood:

My silence was around me as long as I can remember, quite child, if no one bothers then I simply invisible.
Back then I started to be a loud, I was using others, played with them as they are the toys.
I grew with time, my skills in everything growth, I always gained the wished, my choices wanst my, I used dreams of others. As they wished, I gained.
Humans aperantly wished to be my freinds and some of them paid a lot for it.
Yime passed I used humans by human, my weapon was my speech, my words, I made others to feel themself in another way, with passing time I noriced that I make others a little suffer, I choosed to leave comunity, yet the humans that my freindship fallowed me.

II Voice:
Humans liked my words; so great, so fits, they understood that I can put in words what others cant even think of.
My words, lyrics, songs, poems all of that made them keep fallowing my way. Yet they never understood, never listened to the great words that thstrongly admired.
I understood, they like my voice, not the sound but barely the meaning.
They always wished me around, I never get to understand why. Why someone keep admiring me, me the one that always tryd to get lost from sight of humans.
Day by day trying to avoid humans, unsuccessfully. I just stoped to talk unless I had no choise.

III Call it Elusion:
With time passing I gained only emptyness, darkness, silence the things that I wished. I nicknamed as samurai, ninja and in another nicknames that helped to gain lonliness. Lots of humanssimply turned of me, that was my success. But once a human as I know started to talk a little of energy.I told him lot about it, since then he didnt realy leaved my side. We firstly talked about using mystory energy.
The energy of life, as I know called "chi" first found about 4,000 years ago by the korean, maybe chineese, maybe by japanese and maybe by thoose who bee around that area, its said that its energy of living bodys and death spirits too, as humans, wolfs and another beasts. I teached him how to use, drain from others, explained that its wrong to do it, its a crime that I am the most guilty in.
I teached him to control his chi, I lend him forbidden knowledge for testing the humanity once again. At first I thought he doing well, his quite about and that all I can ask.
With time I teached manye others but I didnt gave them the whole story, part by part this knowledege will live and maybe some day gets to be completed.
I learned storys, legends and believes all of them sound the same, taking all this pices, I gained a big picture of this puzzle, its logical but yet, I learned from my mother that yet its not the true picture, maybe it is, but I cant be sure. Maybe all that is just a big elusion.

IV Empty Eyes:
As all the students unawer of their importance, in their knowledge.
As I cant look for all of them, I tryd to learn new technick, to see without eyes. I emptyd my eyes, unusing them, took me long time to get a better instincts yet I cant see much. I need to start to close my eyes and use it that way.
Humans have bad instincts, alhrough I could understand the danger and to save from it without my eyes, I cant start explaining that technick.
I need lonliness wich I cant reach.
There is to much on my mind.
My technick growth. I cant control another technick, I forgot how, I fear that I lost this abilitys. I need blood for recovery the last powers, I am not a vampire but the search for prey, I geuss I just addicted to blood maybe with it ill be able to fill my eyes and use the lost techick.

V Visions from Darken Silence:
With all that time I started to gain weard dreams althrough before that I had no dreams at all.
This dreams came after releasing the sound of the ghost town to my ears.
I cant remember a thing from the dreams. They coming more and more, sometimes I hear the voices from my own mind, they coming with the winds, with the silence. They seem to come Читать далее...

I wish to see the stars,
I wish to end the wars,
Wish to tough the skys,
Wish To see throw lies,
To live my dreams,
To use my wings,
To creat beauty,
Without eyes to see,
I wish so much,
I wish a tough,
I wish my tribe,
I wish my life,
I will say goodbye,
I will start to fly,
I will die,
I will not cry,
I will not lie,
I will be ghost,
I will be lost.

Какой приятный этот ветер,
Приятен день, приятен вечер,
Как тёплый сон тот светен,
Как бархат тот всё нежен,
Так прекрасен ветерок,
Пролетает бесконечный срок,
И с ново малейший шок,
На миг срывает с ног,
И словно я лечу,
Порождаю я мечту,
Смотрю на красоту,
Я по этому живу.

This Angel trys to cry,
This Angel want to die,
Kept believing every lie,
To stressed to fly to sky,
The eyes still empty, frozen,
The dreams, a way they trown,
The lipes still never ever tought,
The heart, have lost to much,
The sword still searched by Angels acts,
This Angel keep breaking human hearts,
Angels dreams are still exist,
Angels dreams wroten on empty list.

Мама взгляни в прекрасные небеса,
Открой свои потемневшие глаза,
И пусть боль навеки та уснёт,
Любая проблема просто пропадёт,
И в душу твою радость попадёт,
Ветер на лицо улыбку та пришлёт,
Мама еще раз стань счастливой ты,
Мама пусть прибудут все мечты,
Пусть будут подарены тебе цветы,
Пусть станешь сердцем красоты,
Пусть ветер нежно погладит тебя,
Будь на век, на два еще жива,
Будь всегда здоровой,
Будь всегда хорошей,
Живи радостно,
Живи прекрасно.

Вышло не очень как хотелось ну зато попытался =)

На лесной горе, есть дорога к небесам,
Дорога та, принадлежит не нам,
Дорога та, не открывается глазам,
Дорога та, открыта лишь мечтам,
На дороге той существует дом,
И из окон дома виден сон,
Красиво там и ночью, да и днём,
И бывает что вода покрыта льдом,
Там бывает прекрасные дожди,
Это места воплощение мечты,
Хоть по дороге некто и не идёт,
Лес красивую песню всем поёт.
Я художник, не великий, я поэт,
Я увидел в красоте свой свет,
Я нарисовал, дорогу к небесам,
И дал я смысл, своим словам.

Я ангел тьмы,
Я темнее темноты,
Цвет кожи бледный,
А взгляд смертельный,
Но в сердце я добрый,
Радостный, холодный,
Я умею любить
Также как жить,
Я знаю многое; хорошое,
Плохое, доброе и злое.

Моя душа умеет летать,
А глаза умеют сверкать,
Я не чувствую холода и тепла,
Я чувствую боль и горе,
Я вижу прекрасные глаза,
И я вижу синее море.

Я пробовал кровь,
Я получал любовь,
Но в сердце не теплела,
А в глазах не светлела.....

И ангелом из тьмы я родился,
С моим демонам не раз я сразился,
И его одиночеством я заразился,
За душу мою тот долга та бился,
Но не чему демон тот не добился,
Хоть может со мною тот слился,
И может годами демон и злился,
А может во мне тот сразу прибился,
Я тёмный ангел с неизвестной причиной,
Одинокая Луна для меня стала любимой,
Она стала сиять светлой красотой,
Моя голова наполнилась мечтой,
А демон всё свободы ожидает,
И себя он всё больше огорчает,
А может наконец стал другим,
Хотя может я поменялся с ним.

The feeling is great the winds flowing throw the body the clouds the seas so beautiful... The islands the mountains so great, the soft wind that gently moves its hand on the face... So great till fall... And when you falling you start to see the beauty and the happiness of your love that things gives some hope it give to the life a very high price... For the ones that had no hapiness there are still great memories flashing in the mind there is happiness of others and that gives to this sort of humans to keep hoping for the same feeling of happiness or might be love...

You make me smile every time
To dislke you its a great crime
To make you happy it is great
To see you I barely can wait
I realy like you I must say
And I honor your choosen way
You got a very pretty eyes
You can make the sun to rise
You might be a source of light
Came from sky it must be right

Yep its short

I wonder how is it to spining around under the stars
I wonder how is it to singing songs to the moon
I wonder how is it to live without the evil wars
I wonder if the next war will apear again so soon
I wonder how is it to see the dreams in this world
I wonder how is it to be alone on this little planet
I wonder how is it to feel again the greates cold
I wonder if the next nature will be finaly wanted

Не важно сколько лет от душе не найдёшь и след,
Поскольку давно погас последний в жизни свет,
А сердцу покоя больше нет, и не виден мой росвет,
Ищи часами,да и днями, гадами, да хоть веками,
Душа исчезла навсегда не моргнув глазами,
И меня оставила с моими последними мечтами.

Дети, без конца те играют,
Прекрасно и мило мечтают,
В глазах те проста летают,
Смысл жизни неплохо те знают,
Любовь и сияющая радость,
В глазах не видима усталость,
Дети, лжи не говорили,
Дети, все мелочи ценили,
Дети, радость всего мира,
В них есть незаметная та сила,
Верят наивно в любые слава,
Жаждут внимание всегда,
Для них играть и есть судьба,
Всё живое, им семья,
Какие прекрасные те дети,
Которые не попались в сети.

Капли за каплей падают вновь,
Капля за каплей кончается кровь,
Капля за каплей тратится зря,
Капля за каплей все плачет она,
Капля за каплей осталась одна,
Капля летит и жизнь у конца,
Взглянул я тогда в те небеса,
Произнёс наконец простые слава,
И тогда она открыла глаза,
Печально взглянула та в облака,
Медленна спустила глаза на меня,
И плача с слезами сказала пока,
Капля разбилась, кончилась кровь,
Жизнь простилась, вспомнил любовь.

Последний, сухой и тихий привет,
Приходит, когда кончается свет,
И слышен чёткий тёмный ответ,
Напоминает сильно печальное нет,
Открыв одинокий жестокий секрет,
Понимаешь известный старый совет,
Но воздуха в чистой душе уже нет,
И тогда произносится последний привет.