Biography of Anastasija Bobileva
Born in latvia, at the age of 9 Moved to ireland with my adopted family. Lived there for 11 years. Finished 9 and a half classes. Started working at the age 16 and then moved back to Latvia to meet my biological family and now living hapilly with them. Know fluent Russian and English. Love drawing, wrighting poems, sining, and a lot of diferent sport.
Anastasija Bobileva's Works:
Did not publish anything yet, just on this site to see what kind of feedbacks i will get for my poems and see where life takes me from here on. Thanks to everyone for their time.
Anastasija Bobileva Poems
All those nights I hope to die. They always seem to pass me by, As I lay alone inside my bed, Thinking of my life ahead.
Each And Every Day.
People say chin up, But I just feel like giving up. People say smile and it will go away But I feel like crying each day.
I'm traped in a box with no intension to survive, Praying...asking God why am I still alive? ! I go to sleep each night knowing everything is a lie, Knowing that...is enough for me to breakdown and cry.
Everything they say, Everything they do, Everything they spout, is a lie And I know it's not true.
Deep red and orange Burning light A glint of yellow But not so bright
Feel broken down, my body aches My heart it bleeds from my past mistakes Old memories, old actions, old regrets, It seems someone never forgets.
Крик Растоптанной Душы...
Чувствую, что я теперь грязна! Но покарает Бог тебя сполна! Будешь мучатся в аду, Обливаясь страхами в поту!
Just For You!
A friend like you is hard to find, One that touches you deep inside. You've given me strenght to carry on, You've offered your hand to hold on.
Friendship Is For Ever! !
I could skip a heartbeat and I would survive, I could be in a car crash and still be alive. The clouds fall out of the sky, The oceans could dissapear, and all turn dry.
Only You! !
No shadows to depress you, Only joys to surround you, Friends to love you, And God himself to bless you,
Circle Of Life
The leaves have turned from green to brown, Those have fallen to the ground. Some are orange and some are red,
When life gets you down, And you need a little hope... Look deep down inside yourself, And you'll find the way to cope.
When life gets you down,
And you need a little hope...
Look deep down inside yourself,
And you'll find the way to cope.
It's not what you gather, but what you sow,
That gives your heart a warming glow.
It's not what you get, but what you give,
Decides the kind of life you live.