Lavde cmendurise....
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Jo mor vlla, e ke kuptuar gabim. Thuaje mendimin tend, megjithese e kuptoj se eshte pak e veshtire nen keto ngjyrat e shifura te kuqe te Sh. Valentinit. Megjithate nje keshille do kisha; Fyerja eshte art me vehte. Te jesh u zoti te fyesh (dhe me kete nuk kuptoj vetem te thuash fjale fyese, por te fyesh me te vertete personin) eshte art me vehte. Dhe si ne cdo art, duhet treguar origjinalitet, perndryshe nuk dallohesh nga masa. Dua te them se ky forum nuk ka me te vertete nevoje üper mediokritet, prandaj mos e lodh shume vehten. Mireudegjofshim (kete nuk e shkruaj ironikisht)
I
insane
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Re: Lavde cmendurise....
hi i am INSANE
hi i am INSANE
alinos
Forumium maestatis
Re: Lavde cmendurise....
Mendjemadhesia ime nuk arrin deri ne ate pike sa t'i thur lavde vetes.
Po citoj dike dhe dicka qe me pelqen shume:
...
-Jo jemi ne ata qe i japim funksion dickase. Jemi ne qe i japim tavolines kuptimin e tavolines dhe karriges kuptimin e karriges.
-E sigurt?
-Pafundesisht.
-D.m.th sipas teje nje cope dru ne forme karrigeje nuk ka kuptim deri ne momentin qe ne na shkon ne mendje te jete karrige?
-Po.
-Por ajo mund te ishte shume mire tavoline.
-Mund te ishte dhe avion po deshe por derisa une them se ajo eshte karrige dhe shumica binden atehere ajo eshte karrige.
-E nese dikush do te thoshte se ajo eshte tavoline?
-Atehere ai dikushi do te ishte i cmendur. Ose i paafte te ece me shumicen.
-Po sikur shumica te gabohej e ajo dicka te ishte vertet tavoline?
-Atehere dikushi do te ishte gjeni.
...
deri kur do te vendose shumica se kush eshte gjeni e kush jo, pyes veten. Do te doja ta ndryshoja kete biseden tende i dashur, por kur te kem pak me shume kohe...
I have changed! God, I have changed, and still I am so much the same, that you would be scared. Anyone would be...
longing for a metaphysical conversation!
Mendjemadhesia ime nuk arrin deri ne ate pike sa t'i thur lavde vetes.
Po citoj dike dhe dicka qe me pelqen shume:
...
-Jo jemi ne ata qe i japim funksion dickase. Jemi ne qe i japim tavolines kuptimin e tavolines dhe karriges kuptimin e karriges.
-E sigurt?
-Pafundesisht.
-D.m.th sipas teje nje cope dru ne forme karrigeje nuk ka kuptim deri ne momentin qe ne na shkon ne mendje te jete karrige?
-Po.
-Por ajo mund te ishte shume mire tavoline.
-Mund te ishte dhe avion po deshe por derisa une them se ajo eshte karrige dhe shumica binden atehere ajo eshte karrige.
-E nese dikush do te thoshte se ajo eshte tavoline?
-Atehere ai dikushi do te ishte i cmendur. Ose i paafte te ece me shumicen.
-Po sikur shumica te gabohej e ajo dicka te ishte vertet tavoline?
-Atehere dikushi do te ishte gjeni.
...
deri kur do te vendose shumica se kush eshte gjeni e kush jo, pyes veten. Do te doja ta ndryshoja kete biseden tende i dashur, por kur te kem pak me shume kohe...
I have changed! God, I have changed, and still I am so much the same, that you would be scared. Anyone would be...
longing for a metaphysical conversation!
Re: Lavde cmendurise....
Io sono sempre ubriaca
della sua meraviglia e delle sue regole
di come ogni cosa sia bella
e magnificamente costruita
io sono soddisfatta poiché conosco Lui.
E non son matta, ne schizzofrenica
son sono ubriaca e soddisfatta.
Ringrazio Lui per tutto ciò.
Io sono sempre ubriaca
della sua meraviglia e delle sue regole
di come ogni cosa sia bella
e magnificamente costruita
io sono soddisfatta poiché conosco Lui.
E non son matta, ne schizzofrenica
son sono ubriaca e soddisfatta.
Ringrazio Lui per tutto ciò.
M
Mortal
Guest
Re: Lavde cmendurise....
E lexoj here pas here kete poezi ne Anglisht. Nuk e kam vendosur akoma ne eshte cmenduri e semure, apo prehje e qetesi. Po ju le te gjykoni si dini vete:
A Suicide Note- Fuck you
I have come here
Just to inform you...
I'm NOT sorry,
For what I shall do.
I have no guilt
Nor shame,
For leaving you
To your life game.
Life holds nothing...
Nothing for me.
No purpose.
Only misery.
I'm in debt.
I'm in pain.
I cry, knowing
I'm not sane.
Cause I see me dead.
A grewsome scene.
My knife in my throat.
The bloodiest of dreams.
Chris will find me.
He'll call the police.
But I'll be long gone,
Still wishing for peace.
No one gives a fuck.
No one will care,
While at my corpse,
They'll stare.
Just another one.
Another fucked up kid.
You're better off
With what I did.
I went quiet.
I went alone.
I went to find
A new home.
I'm with the others.
Those like me.
Helpless, lost, dead...
Gathered alone in our misery.
I know.
I'm going to hell.
But it's probably
Just as well.
Mom. Dad.
I love you.
I just don't know
What else I can do.
I'm sick of hurting.
I'm sick of crying.
I'm sick of all the
Pieces of me dieing.
I'd feel empty
If not for the rage.
If not for all this hate
Pushing me to this stage.
K****...
Fuck you.
You took away
All I knew.
R****...
Fuck you...
You drove me
To this too.
All of you.
You could see.
You all knew what
Was happening to me.
You watched me.
Losing my mind.
So all you fucks...
Leave your jokes behind.
You're all responsible.
You could have stopped this.
But you never cared.
You all wanted this.
The time has come.
This is what I need to do.
I just needed to leave
Something for all of you.
I hope you enjoy this.
I wrote it just for you.
This is it.
My final "FUCK YOU!"
E lexoj here pas here kete poezi ne Anglisht. Nuk e kam vendosur akoma ne eshte cmenduri e semure, apo prehje e qetesi. Po ju le te gjykoni si dini vete:
A Suicide Note- Fuck you
I have come here
Just to inform you...
I'm NOT sorry,
For what I shall do.
I have no guilt
Nor shame,
For leaving you
To your life game.
Life holds nothing...
Nothing for me.
No purpose.
Only misery.
I'm in debt.
I'm in pain.
I cry, knowing
I'm not sane.
Cause I see me dead.
A grewsome scene.
My knife in my throat.
The bloodiest of dreams.
Chris will find me.
He'll call the police.
But I'll be long gone,
Still wishing for peace.
No one gives a fuck.
No one will care,
While at my corpse,
They'll stare.
Just another one.
Another fucked up kid.
You're better off
With what I did.
I went quiet.
I went alone.
I went to find
A new home.
I'm with the others.
Those like me.
Helpless, lost, dead...
Gathered alone in our misery.
I know.
I'm going to hell.
But it's probably
Just as well.
Mom. Dad.
I love you.
I just don't know
What else I can do.
I'm sick of hurting.
I'm sick of crying.
I'm sick of all the
Pieces of me dieing.
I'd feel empty
If not for the rage.
If not for all this hate
Pushing me to this stage.
K****...
Fuck you.
You took away
All I knew.
R****...
Fuck you...
You drove me
To this too.
All of you.
You could see.
You all knew what
Was happening to me.
You watched me.
Losing my mind.
So all you fucks...
Leave your jokes behind.
You're all responsible.
You could have stopped this.
But you never cared.
You all wanted this.
The time has come.
This is what I need to do.
I just needed to leave
Something for all of you.
I hope you enjoy this.
I wrote it just for you.
This is it.
My final "FUCK YOU!"
Mono
Forumium praecox
Re: Lavde cmendurise....
Po te tregoj per Mosjeten me tha dhe buzeqeshi. E ndjeva qe ajo buzeqeshje do me bente te vuaja pas pak, megjithate nuk reagova.
"Si mendon me tha, pse duhet qe miliona e miliona vite me pare, hidrogjeni, oksigjeni, nitrogjeni dhe ca elemente natyre te panjohur dhe te pavlere per asgje do te lodheshin te organizoheshin qe te krijonin nje qenie me vlera si ti? Nese do te te merrnim dhe te te vendosnim ne nje permendore te thahehshe ne diell e te transferoheshe serish ne keto elemente, cfare do mendoje?
Po mendon tani mbi moralin, mbi deshirat apo mbi kohen qe te ngelet? Asgje prej ketyre nuk ka rendesi pas pak ... kujtesa shuhet, castet kalojne, platonizmi vdes ... mosjeta eshte e perhershme! Ketu jam une, larg pjeses tjeter tende, asaj qe zhgerryhet mes njerezve dhe lufton per jeten ...
Po te tregoj per Mosjeten me tha dhe buzeqeshi. E ndjeva qe ajo buzeqeshje do me bente te vuaja pas pak, megjithate nuk reagova.
"Si mendon me tha, pse duhet qe miliona e miliona vite me pare, hidrogjeni, oksigjeni, nitrogjeni dhe ca elemente natyre te panjohur dhe te pavlere per asgje do te lodheshin te organizoheshin qe te krijonin nje qenie me vlera si ti? Nese do te te merrnim dhe te te vendosnim ne nje permendore te thahehshe ne diell e te transferoheshe serish ne keto elemente, cfare do mendoje?
Po mendon tani mbi moralin, mbi deshirat apo mbi kohen qe te ngelet? Asgje prej ketyre nuk ka rendesi pas pak ... kujtesa shuhet, castet kalojne, platonizmi vdes ... mosjeta eshte e perhershme! Ketu jam une, larg pjeses tjeter tende, asaj qe zhgerryhet mes njerezve dhe lufton per jeten ...