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Donnie Donkov Project - Gone Forever (Official Music Video)

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Donnie Donkov Project - Gone Forever (Official Music Video)
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The Truth" by Donnie Donkov Man: Shhhhh, BE QUIET! Girl: But why, I speak only the truth Man: Exactly, you shouldn’t do that! Girl: I shouldn’t speak the truth? Man: No, not ever, not to anyone, EVER, even if you know it, just keep it to yourself. Even if you think you trust someone, don’t. Don’t trust anyone! Nobody knows no one. Girl: But why I shouldn’t speak the truth? Man: Do you see that man over there behind the bars? Girl: Yes, I see him. What’s wrong with him? Man: He spoke the truth, loudly, to a lot of people. That’s why he’s now in this little cage, away from all others. Now he’s weak, beaten, tortured, he’s just a shadow… everybody says he’s crazy. He lost everything – his friends, his family… everything. He’s all alone and always will be. He will never get out of this cage and never see another living soul for the rest of his life. People banished him, locked him in this little cage and threw away the key. Girl: Why would they do that? Man: Because people are scared and mean. Girl: Scared of what? Man: The truth! They are ugly inside and they don’t want anyone to see or know that. Even I am ugly inside, but I don’t want to know it, I don’t want to realize it. Girl: You’re not ugly! Man: You’ll see. Now that you told me the truth I can always take advantage of you. Girl: You wouldn’t do that! Man: Everybody does. Every normal person. And so will I if it will make my life better, and others’ worse Girl: I can’t believe that! Man: I can’t help it I am HUMAN! Girl: No!!! Man: So remember. From now on don’t tell the truth, to anybody, ever and maybe someday you will become like me. Look how free I am! My cage is so BIG, it’s HUGE, I even have a window!!!
Donnie Donkov
The Poet by Donnie Donkov
“The Poet”
By
Donnie Donkov
The poet was sitting in his chair with a pen in his hand
And a glass of red wine beside him
He was staring at the empty sheets
The curtains on the window were wide open
His was waiting for an inspiration
The previous night he noticed something weird in the mirror
His hair was turning grey very fast these days
For the first time in his life he felt mortal
He couldn’t sleep all night, thinking
Trying to remember the past
He realized too many things just for one night
That the better part of his life is gone
That his life, interesting or not, was wasted
Some very important things were missing from it
He thought that he should write some kind of memoirs or autobiography
But he was sitting in front of the empty sheets
And couldn’t remember the most part of his past
He didn’t know from where to begin
Which was his first memory that mattered?
The poet was so confused
He was stuck, for the first time he was stuck
He couldn’t believe it at first
Outside was too dark to see because of the storm
The poet liked storms
He thought this was a sign
His eyes were filled with tears
What now?
If there is nothing more in his life from now on
He thought that he must be too depressed
From his own thoughts to write
He felt old
He stood up and went to the mirror again
He started to stare at it
His eyes and his mind were 20 years older than his body
All his life he knew that he is different from everybody else
He always felt older than the others around him
And that was why he started to write in the first place
He couldn’t speak normally with anyone else
Except his sheets
He went back to his chair
He took a sip from the wine and tried to concentrate
How he could forget so many things, he thought
And those things which he remembered
Were massy and he didn’t know which one happened when
Then suddenly something happened
He remembered
All of his memories attacked him like a punch in his face
All at the same time
He started to cry, he cried couple of times in his whole life
The more he remembered the more he cried
How could he miss so many opportunities to be happy?
Maybe he missed them on purpose
He didn’t want to be happy
Or maybe he couldn’t be happy
In a such world, times of confusion, war and so much hypocrisy
Maybe because no one understood him
He didn’t think anymore for the reason
It was pointless now
He wiped his tears, drank from the wine again
And started to write
He was writing and writing, without a break for hours
He was writing like he never wrote a word in his life so far
It was weird and new for him
He looked from the window
The storm was gone, but it was still dark
He wondered what time it was
Not that it mattered
But when he saw the clock he realized
He wrote all day and part of the night
He looked at his sheets again
Those people he wrote about from his past
Were strangers, he didn’t know them
He didn’t know them at all
He has changed too much
He was alone too much time
He thought, was that good or bad?
It didn’t matter at the time
He continued to write
It was like an adventure to him
A new exiting adventure
The poet closed his eyes
And fell in some kind of trance
He looked around, he was by the sea
This was a memory, he was 21 again
Beside him was a girl, holding his hand
He looked at her
The girl was his greatest love
The love of his life
His mate soul
He wanted to marry her, he remembered
How the things got so ugly through the time?
The whole world got ugly
It was unbelievable for him
It wasn’t a dream or hallucination
Just a vivid memory
He remembered how much they loved each other
And his eyes filled with tears again
But then like a thunder it stroke him
He didn’t remember her
He didn’t know anymore as well
How could this be? That was impossible!
He remembered where they have been,
What they did when they were together
How happy they were most of the time
He remembered only the good times
But he forgot who she really was
Especially the little things
Voice, face, smell, laughter again
But unfortunately it was true
He forgot her as well
Maybe she forgot him too
She must had changed too
The same time passed for her as well
He calculated how old she is now
He turned and looked at the phone
He still remembered her number by heart
He shook his head
She continued her life
She may had a husband and kids by now
And lives somewhere else, even in another country maybe
Then another thunder came
He remembered why they broke up
What he had done to her
He couldn’t believe he was the same person
He felt like he was broke inside
And if he was broke now,
How broke must she had been back than
He realized he ruined his own life, leaving hers
He took another bottle of wine and opened it
Took a sip from it and wrote all of his thoughts
He had to go on writing
Now he needed to
This was his confession
After a while he suddenly stopped
He needed more than a muse
Then opened a drawer
And found a picture of her in a frame in it
He cleaned the dust from it and put it on the desk
He continued writing
It was morning again
Outside was sunny
He finally wrote what he needed to
From now on it should be easy, he thought
Then smiled thinking that if he publishes this
She may read it
He was so tired from all the emotions
Finally he got up and went to his bed,
Thinking about her
Somehow he was sure she was happy now
That was the important thing
He fell asleep with a smile on his face.
For D. C.
The Truth by Donnie Donkov
Man: Shhhhh, BE QUIET!
Girl: But why, I speak only the truth
Man: Exactly, you shouldn’t do that!
Girl: I shouldn’t speak the truth?
Man: No, not ever, not to anyone, EVER, even if you know it,
just keep it to yourself. Even if you think you trust someone,
don’t. Don’t trust anyone! Nobody knows no one.
Girl: But why I shouldn’t speak the truth?
Man: Do you see that man over there behind the bars?
Girl: Yes, I see him. What’s wrong with him?
Man: He spoke the truth, loudly, to a lot of people.
That’s why he’s now in this little cage, away from all others.
Now he’s weak, beaten, tortured, he’s just a shadow…
everybody says he’s crazy.
He lost everything – his friends, his family… everything.
He’s all alone and always will be.
He will never get out of this cage
and never see another living soul for the rest of his life.
People banished him,
locked him in this little cage and threw away the key.
Girl: Why would they do that?
Man: Because people are scared and mean.
Girl: Scared of what?
Man: The truth!
They are ugly inside
and they don’t want anyone to see or know that.
Even I am ugly inside, but I don’t want to know it,
I don’t want to realize it.
Girl: You’re not ugly!
Man: You’ll see. Now that you told me the truth
I can always take advantage of you.
Girl: You wouldn’t do that!
Man: Everybody does. Every normal person.
And so will I if it will make my life better, and others’ worse
Girl: I can’t believe that!
Man: I can’t help it I am HUMAN!
Girl: No!!!
Man: So remember. From now on don’t tell the truth,
to anybody, ever and maybe someday you will become like me.
Look how free I am! My cage is so BIG, it’s HUGE,
I even have a window!!!