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But some times ,I miss those days

School's Out

( Alice Cooper )

Well, we got no choice
All the girls and boys
Makin' all that noise
'Cause they found new toys
Well, we can't salute ya
Can't find a flag
If that don't suit ya
That's a drag

School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces

No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks

Well, we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes

School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces

No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Out for summer
Out 'til fall
We might not go back at all

School's out forever
School's out for summer
School's out with fever
School's out completely

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Color Me Blue

Color the night with a black that is true,
And fill in each star with a silvery hue.
Shape a red flower so it's blossoms can grow,
Then make the grass green so it's easy to mow.
A sun-splattered yellow will brighten each day,
Though gray clounds may hover, they soon go away.
Those little pink houses are painted a new,
Their white picket fences are pleasant to view.
Crimson, the sunset, as day comes to end,
And violet is dawning, the new day begins.
Life is a pallette, such color to see,
A sweet splash of beauty but not so for me.
Away with your crayons, you only need one,
Save one simple color and you will be done.
As you draw my picture you'll know that you're through,
If you color me blue ..... when I'm not with you ..........

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  My Fear in Life


  Death is what I fear.  

        Love is blind and so I cannot see.

 Hate is strong . I'm mighty, look at me!

       Kindness makes one happy . see my cheery grin

 Greed, at times can sap you, I feel my blood grow thin.

      Mercy walks in silence a quiet to my ear.

 Revenge is very deadly, the danger lurking near.

    Peace is found in dreaming ,I'm always half asleep.

 Envy is quite restless at night, I'm counting sheep.

Amidst my life of tragedy, a mocking I can hear...
I live each day with all of this, and Death is what I fear?





 

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I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.


What restricts the use of the word 'lady' among the courteous is that it is intended to set a woman apart from ordinary humanity, and in the working world that is not a help, as women have discovered in many bitter ways.


People always call it luck when you've acted more sensibly than they have.

A little learning, indeed, may be a dangerous thing, but the want of learning is a calamity to any people.

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Afraid of Love

Is it true that love always comes with pain?
With the stories that were told, I guess it should be.
Then why do we still walk along this lane
And bare our souls for the one to see?

The answer is simple, we all want someone
With whom we would share, those moments so special.
To think of someone when we wake up with the sun
And reminisce about the memories, those which we dearly treasure.

Have u ever been in this predicament in which
You're stuck in a trap, so lost and confused?
Well, let me tell you that I'm the one bemused
Ruminating whether these feelings I should ditch.

I'm taking tentative steps forwards, yet backing away
Because I am afraid, of what love would bring.
I don't want the strings holding up my heart to fray,
Neither do I wish for my eyes, from tears, to sting.

Will I ever really let my heart go?
Should I reach out my hand for you to hold?
Or will I remain as this quivering coward
Tell me, dear, if I should move forward
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Well , here I am in the wind again floating where it takes me

 

Laughing and splashing in the summer sun until the alarm clock

 

Awakes me.

 

Then it's coffee and a kiss and two cigarettes and I'm back out in

 

the cold weather, chasing my dream but I just can't seem to rub

 

two coins together.

 

Life  ain't easy and nothing comes free ……  for you or me.

 

That woman, she doesn't understand the way my mind keeps

 

drifting , and the Lord don't always lend a hand when my poor

 

heart needs lifting.

 

Is  home and kids really all there is, or is there something better?

 

And how much soul must a poor man sell to rub two coins

 

together?  Don't you know that…….   Life  ain't easy

 

                                   By  Shel  Silverstein  

 

 

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Sex and the search for intimacy

What does it take to experience real intimacy            with someone? What is love?
What is intimacy?
 
 Today, the word intimacy has taken on sexual connotations. But it is much more than that. It includes all the different dimensions of our lives -- yes, the physical, but also the social, emotional, mental and spiritual aspects as well. Intimacy really means total life sharing. And haven't we all had the desire at one time or another for closeness, for oneness, for sharing our life with someone totally?

Marshall Hodge wrote a book called Your Fear of Love. In it he says, "We long for moments of expressions of love, closeness and tenderness, but frequently, at the critical point, we often draw back. We are afraid of closeness. We are afraid of love." Later in the same book Hodge states, "The closer you come to somebody, the greater potential there is for pain." It is the fear of pain that often drives us away from finding true intimacy.

I was giving a series of lectures at a university in southern Illinois. After one of the meetings, a woman came up to me and said, "I have to talk to you about my boyfriend problems." We sat down, and she began telling me her troubles. After a few moments, she made this statement: "I am now taking steps never to get hurt again." I said to her, "In other words, you are taking steps never to love again." She had thought I misunderstood, so she continued. "No, that's not what I am saying. I just don't want to get hurt anymore. I don't want pain in my life." I said, "That's right, you don't want love in your life." You see, there is no such thing as "painless love." The closer we come to somebody, the greater potential there is for pain.

I would estimate that you (and around 100 percent of the population) would say you have been hurt in a relationship before. The question is, how do you handle that hurt? In order to camouflage the pain, a lot of us give people what I call the "double-sign." We say to a person, "Look, I want you to come closer to me. I want to love and be loved . . . but wait a minute, I've been hurt before. No, I don't want to talk about these subjects. I don't want to hear those things." We build walls around our hearts to protect us from anyone on the outside getting in to hurt us. But that same wall which keeps people out, keeps us stuck inside. The result? Loneliness sets in and true intimacy and love become impossible

Read more here    http://everystudent.com/features/search.html

 

 

 

 

 

+ نوشته شده در جمعه 11 فروردین1385ساعت 12:25 توسط Tala |

Some quotes:

                       Be the change you want to see in the world.

 

                                     (  Mahatma Gandhi)

 

                                   
                     The trouble with the world is that the stupid are                                                                           

                  

                    cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt

                                        

                                   (Bertrand Russell)

 

                            

                         

 

 It uneasy lot at best

 

It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self – never to be fully possessed by the glory we behold, never to have our consciousness rapturously transformed into the vividness of a thought, the ardour of a passion, the energy of an action, but always to be scholarly and uninspired, ambitious and timid, scrupulous and dim-sighted.

 

From Middlemarch, by George Elliot

 

 

                                

                                                

                                 

                           

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مسيح بارها به دنيا آمده است و در سرزمين هاي بسياري گام برداشته است. و هر بار او را

 

 بيگانه و مجنون انگاشته اند.        (جبران خليل جبران)

 

Many times the Christ has come to the world, and he has walked many

 

lands. And always he has been deemed a stranger and madman.

                                                                                              

                                                                                     (Gibran )

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My soul advised me and taught me to perceive the hidden beauty of

the skin, figure. And hue. She instructed me to meditate upon that

wich the people call ugly until its true charm and delight appear.

                                                                        (Gibran)

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 I realy enjoy painting flowers.

 

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Row Row Row your boat gently down the stream merrily, merrily, life

 is but a dream, merrily with a smile upon your face.

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+ نوشته شده در جمعه 4 فروردین1385ساعت 10:45 توسط Tala |

What lies behind us and what lies befor us are tiny matters compared

to what lies within us  (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

+ نوشته شده در پنجشنبه 3 فروردین1385ساعت 17:52 توسط Tala |

If you can't be a highway, then just be a trial, if

you can't be the sun, be a star, it isn't by size that

you win or you fail. Be the best of whatever you

are!  (Douglas  Malloch)

 

 

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Happiness cannot come from without. It must

come from within.

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You are good when you strive to give of yourself.(Gibran kahlil Gibran)

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You can always find the sun within yourself if you will only search.

(Maxwell Maltz)

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سال نو مبارک.

عید آن است که خود بگوید نه آنکه تقویم بگوید.

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Live-decently-fearlessly,joyously and don't forget that in the long run it is not the years in your life but the life in your years that counts!

بی آلایش ـ بی باک و شادمانه زندگی کن و از یاد مبر که در نهایت نه سالها بلکه این زندگی تو در طول سالها ست که آینه حیات توست.

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