diellona-hoxha
Albanian
I'm Diellona, a 17 years old girl from Skopje. I love music and arts in general. Metal (death, black, thrash), rock 'n roll, heavy metal, are the types of music that I like. I enjoy exploring my emotions and the depth of strategies they behold through the process of writing. I love Gothic literature, because it expresses the evil, darkness, and melancholy that people go through. I enjoy reading books that deal with psychological issues, suicide, and death. My favorite authors are: Edgar Allen Poe, Paulo Coelho, Sylvia Plath, Robert Frost, etc. My favorite type of movies are Psychological, Thriller, Horror and drama... Like : “ We children from Banhnof Zoo”, “ The black Dahlia”, “ The Shinning” , “ Clockwork Orange” , “Tenacious D and the pick of destiny” …etc. I love writing because it’s the only way to express my emotions. In my writings I try to put a little bit of me in everything, when a writing it personal, that’s when it’s original. / / https://www.facebook.com/diellona
I smell even if it is a nutshell,
I touch even if it is a rabbit hutch,
I taste even it if is waste,
I feel even if its not real,
because I love and since I do...
I cry and die;
and every tear that runs through my face,
starts it's journey in interplanetary space,
but the others to follow they flow,
just like a waterfall on my cheek
and your love is the highest peak.
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 3:41 PM UTC
The most beautiful mountain
Haven’t been discovered yet
The most beautiful seasons
Haven’t been chosen yet
Our most magical days
We haven’t seen them yet
The most beautiful words I want to say to you
I haven’t mentioned yet.
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 2:39 PM UTC
Convince me that it is real
Make me believe that the kisses that you lend come from the depth of your heart
And your sensation towards me... Oh, I hope it is filled with emotion too
Cause every time your hand runs softly through my hair, every time your body is close to mine, silence is the only present ingredient that fulfils the moment.
My head resting on your chest, looking at the start in the open sky
The only cloud I see is the smoke of your cigarette.
...And I hold still onto you
the more I feel, the more I think of it,
The less I believe it is real
Because the more I feel, the more I fear
It feels like our end is near
But... when our lips cross, the world becomes a fairytale,
and I, we, the poison that flows inside of me, embraced with love..
I hope it’s not real
Oh...It’s delightful, breathtaking, magnificent!
Than why do I wish for it to end?
Everlasting questions run through my head, are you the right one to fall for? Am I making a mistake? Will I be hurt? Should this be happening?
Am I afraid to love?
I hold onto my glass of wine, take my mind away from you... into the wild where I find myself safe.
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 11:55 AM UTC