Far away from the land of make believe

So far away from the land of make believe
Beneath the heavy clouds of violet skies
Wasn’t it too hard to find the reason why
Nobody was there to relieve
The restless girl who often cries

Trying to find the perfect notes
To compose a love song
She got lost in the way
That she used to go along
By confusing right and wrong
She didn’t have anything to say
Or anything to make her strong

In the catastropic air of May
She realized she was so far away from the land of make believe
So
She sent her melody to the angels
Who wouldn’t ever deceive
Her
with violet sky lies.

Frankenstein

I want no one left to cry after me
So that I can leave this place easily
May the ocean come and sweep us
Maybe we are killed under a bus
It doesn't make a sense

I don't want anyone to pity me
So that I can disappear suddenly
May an alien come and take me
May they welcome me
It doesn't matter much

Do not mourn after me
So that I can find the peace
That I lost long time ago
May the Frankenstein monster come and meet me
Look at my face and cry for me
Who knows we can be friends
and together we can mourn for our existence

WHY DO I LOOK SAD?

Why do I look sad?
A mate came to me and wondered the reason why I looked sad.I hadn't been aware of my revealing sorrow until that moment. I responded - ''Oh, not really . I am just sleepy , not sad at all. Though, my answer was not reasonable enough to fool myself . It gave me more sorrow that later I would have to face.

The moment when I and myself were gathered , together and alone, only surrendered by silence I studied my sorrow. Yet, it was quiet hard to find the real reasons of it. Maybe, it was not so difficult to find the reasons, the harder thing was to encounter them as causes,which would give me more pain to me. However, I did not try to escape, I came closer slyly, as if I was strong enough to overcome them completely. Afterwards, I found myself on the way. There were stairs but I didn't know whether I should go up or go down. But it came to my mind that it had to be something underground. Then I followed the direction appeared in my mind.

There was nothing visual there. Only the voices. I heard voices screaming, crying. I asked to the voices- Why do I look sad? And they told me-
'Because they always expected you to wait for the next day, for the next month, for the next year, even for the next decades. And they made you believe that in those days your time will come to be happy. They never encouraged you to believe that it was possible to be content and happy today. They wanted you to believe in things that they believed.You were not taught to believe in yourself. You couldn't know that today would be fine. To live in the present, with a total conscious mind was the crucial thing. You were not allowed to know. They wouldn't let you. You woke up with the same all anxious mind, a fear in your heart. You escaped from the shining sun, a cloudless sky because you waited for the next summer. Every day that passed left you nothing but more sadness, less satisfactory...''.

I couldn't stand it anymore, I just ran from the voices.
But who am I escape from the other people even if there were not inner voices?

I was perplexed, I was in the middle. The others ,the voices... Everything was killing me.

Because

' Because the sky is blue
It makes me cry'

the beatles- because

Having been woken up by the sunlight came through my window didn't make any happier at all. On the contrary it made me upset. Afterwards , I tried to find the reason why it made me upset.
As we try to understand the world, seasons change, years change, numbers change, you don't fit your old clothes or they don't fit you ,our friends change or we change friends, the world itself change, maybe nothing changes but our vision of life changes. We are always waiting for something. We always want something.
' After this session, I will be ok' you say. But that time never comes. Or it comes but it is not like you expected. Or you didn't expect something, you only hoped. Or you never knew what you really wanted. Maybe you don't know how to be happy. Maybe you don't look the bright side of it. Yes ,yes. You don't see the glass half full, you always see it half empty.
Even though it is quite difficult to imagine , I believe every bad event is for next good event. I experienced it many times. And in every bad event there is a good thing which is the piece of next good event. Because of the nature of human beings, when something good happen we feel guilty and nervous. '' Hmmm, I should be happy now, but why? Did I really deserve it? Should something bad happen after this ? Hell, I don't know what to do! '' Your solution is to feel numb. Then we start not to enjoy life. We always wait for the next thing. Bad or good. We waste our time.
What I learnt from what I wrote ( what I wrote comes from very deep of me, I am quite surprised by what I really have inside,lol ) is to try to be happy in every session of your life. When you wake up, try to smile to the new sun, or cloudy sky. Try to play ' pollyanna game' just one time. If you fail, never play the game. Though, I am sure that you will win.

May the sky be blue,
But it only should make you cry the tears of happiness.

Collean****

New Moan, The Twishite Saga

I am going to talk about a book which I keep in my bathroom because I may pee on my pants laughing! It is a parody of the Twilight Saga. Even though I am a big fan of Twilight saga, I enjoy reading New Moan.

In this book, we see the main character of the book as Heffa. The writer not only makes fun of the books of Twilight Saga but also criticizes the movies adapted from fantasy books in an amusing way. Reading the book, Heffa reminded me of the untalented girls becoming famous thanks to the products of popular culture. (Like Miley Cyrus)

Before reading the book, I had a negative attitude towards parodies but this book proved me wrong.

If you want to roll on the floor , this book is perfect 4 ya!

GaGarama, oh la la wants your attention badly!

Once upon a time, there was a girl****
She poked us with different masks
We couldn't guess who she was
She had her poker face
Though she went gaga over for nobody
We applaused her without a cause
Is a new Madonna she tried to be
with her monstrosity clothes?
oh sorry, not clothes, lingerie!

***it is not something i am sure of !