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2:30 A.M.Doar eu si un pahar de vin2:30 A.M.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ganduri ce vin
Spuse unui vechi prieten
De a carui voce sunt strain
Astept amintiri sa vina din nou
Trecutul sa se intoarca
...acela numai sunt eu
Privesc la poze
Uitate de timp
Si incerc sa inteleg
Ce atunci nu reuseam
Sentimente ce imi erau atat de comune
Nepasarea le omorat
Si trecutul e vis acum
Privind in urma
...acela nu sunt eu
Am uitat sa ascult...
Despre o fataEști ca atâtea alte feteDespre o fata9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cărora nu le-am strâns niciodată buzele
În jurul buzelor mele
Sânii mici
În strânsoarea buzelor mele
Coapsele calde
În alunecarea buzelor mele
Picioarele nu ți-au fost sărutate de prea mult timp
Și eu îți simt durerea, serios!
Iar formei tale de înger pierdut
Îi duc dorul...
N-or să-mi apuce mâinile
Să cadă peste tine
Pleci
Ești ca atâtea alte fete.
Hranit cu visepe aceiasi alee,Hranit cu vise2 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
in fiecare seara.
o dulce plimbare
prin viata,
plina de vitrine pe o parte
si pe alta,
plina de magazine care vand...
tot.
de la amintiri si dorinte,
pana la vise.
care...nu le pot cumpara.
la fel ca orice alteva,
nu am ce imi trebuie.
eu am ales gresit.
cand m-am nascut am ales
sa castig sentimente,
si cu ele nu imi pot permite nimic.
nimic.
nici macar un gram de iubire!
poate la negru.
dar aia se duce imediat
si raman din nou la colt de strada
si raman acolo,
blocat la niste manechine.
cu privirea ,
la fel ca atunci cand eram mic
si mi se spunea
ca am toata lumea la picioare
si pot sa imi aleg ce vreau,
orice din ea.
a
O ultima chemareO ultima chemare4 years ago in Open More Like This
Transpirat, te-alerg in vise, nu te vad, insa te simt,
iti aud vocea ta dulce, si iti simt pasii tai mici,
mana mea o duc spre tine, dar tu te intorci si pleci,
ma eviti si pleci si simt ca totul se darama.
Doar in vise mai puteam sa-ti privesc buzele reci,
sa te strang in brate, sa-ti miros parul, trupul
si sa te am si tu sa ma saruti..
doar in vise mai puteam cu tine sa ma ascund.
Dar m-am amagit caci visele sunt .. vise ..
si oricat as fi visat, tu nu mai esti a mea;
si acel visul nesfarsit, cand tu ma iei in brate
se termina zilnic si intr-un pat mare singur ma trezesc.
Dar te pierd si nici in vise nu mai pot sa sarut,
chipul
IndragostireNu-s cuvinte care să descrieIndragostire7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Primăvara de pe buzele tale
Nici ce știu eu despre tine
Când îmi lași mâinile în suflet
Când închid ochii știi să faci la fel
Dar nu-i nimic
Ni s-au atins buzele și tremurăm.
Printr-un soi de masochism
Inimile noastre bat din ce în ce mai repede, simultan, violent
Nu știu, habar n-am
Dacă și când se opresc
Dar nu aici, nu acum.
Când s-a terminat clipa
Știm să respirăm în așa fel încât
Să ne lăsăm sufletele afară
Nu mai au nevoie de noi.
Dustprivind o camera goalaDust2 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
prin acelasi pahar,
plin de praf
si nisip
tornat din clepsidra ta.
si golul din tine nu reprezinta nimic
nu poti decat sa il privesti,
cum se duce
putin cate putin,
si esti nedumerit
daca ai tot ce iti doresti
sau te multumesti cu nimic.
caci maine e o noua zi
in care te asteapta promisiuni
trimise de aseara
din aceiasi camera goala
a viselor de odinioara.
iar cand alarma te trezeste,
ramai la aceiasi poveste.
de ani de zile,
fara sfarsit
ramai blocat la aceiasi fraza,
"maine o sa fie diferit".
Doar o mica plimbareVrei sa stai alaturi de mine?Doar o mica plimbare3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nu mult, doar atat cat voi mai trai.
Dar te rog tine-ma bine
Si nu ma lasa sa cad.
Nu din nou.
Am mai fost acolo jos,
In acel infern numit realitate.
Nu, nu vreau sa o simt din nou.
Eu vreau sa traiesc aici
In eterna ta imbratisare.
Sa ma alinti cu saruturi
Si sa visam impreuna.
Iar eu? Eu in schimb
Iti voi da tot ce nu imi ceri.
Orice nu vei rosti
Iti voi aseza la picioare,
Si iti promit ca daca vre-odata
Aripile iti vor fi rupte
Si vei cadea iar printre acele creaturi,
Numite oameni,
Voi veni dupa tine...
Voi veni dupa tine si te voi ajuta sa te ridici.
Stiu ca iti vine greu sa ma crezi
Si eu am o incredere zb
AmorAmorAmor3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A cada dia me vejo mais só
Cada dia mais isolado
Desse mundo, quiça a fazer...
Não sinto mais vontades...
Talvez eu precise do Amor
Mas comigo ele é vazio
Pobre e solitário,
Cada vez mais...
E eu passo dias num quarto
Sentado em frente a uma tela
Sem vontade de sair
Nem ver o mundo...
Com uma leve dor no peito;
Mas os exames nada acharam
Talvez seja tristeza,
Que eu não consiga curar
Esses dias estão se tornando anos
As pessoas que tento amar
Não se importam, ignoram
Mas eu tento superar...
Mesmo sem conseguir entender
Porque elas fazem o que fazem...
Mas a cada dia
Alimento u
Rugaciune de dincoloNu am trait sa vad un alt apus de soare,Rugaciune de dincolo2 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Caci soarta nu iti mereu ce iti doresti.
Nu am vazut ochii celor dragi ,
Sau sa primesc a mortii binecuvantare,
Pentru ca viata a decis sa ma lase dincolo de...
"Ce traiesti".
Pacate ce s-au strans prin fapte bune ce am facut,
Acum se aduna in viata de apoi .
Dulce adiere a sufletelor ratacite,
Speranta pentru libertate azi imi sunteti doar voi.
Sa crezi ca esti liber este doar un vis ciudat
Purtat atatia ani cu zambetul pe buze prin ceata
Acum prin oglinzi se vede realitatea ce ma sugrumat
De-as putea numai sparge acest geam de nonsalantaz
...sa pot da sufletului un impuls strigand de dincolo de via
MirajeIti vad suraul de dimineataMiraje3 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Si e tot ce imi doresc.
Prin mirosul de cafea
Si fumul de tigare,
Pasesc usor spre tine
Sa te strng in brate
Ca sa iti spun cat de mult
Te iubesc.
Caci o noapte nu a fost de ajuns
Sa iti dovedesc
Ca inima mea o simt ca bate
Doar cand tu esti langa mine
Si as avea atat de multe
Sa iti povestesc.
O viata intreaga
Te-am asteptat
Sa te vad cand ma trezesc
Cum cobori din pat
Cum ma saruti
Si imi zici "buna dimineata"
Cum cu zambetul si privirea ta
Imi simt prin vene cum curge viata.
Prin ochi de copilAm scris despre ce am iubitPrin ochi de copil3 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Am scris despre temeri
Despre ce ma facut fericit
un lucru am uitat in schimb sa il precizez
Probabil cea mai frumoasa parte din viata mea
Una dintre putinele in care am simtit ca traiesc.
Despre vacantele care le petreceam pe la tara
Despre serile care ma prindeau pe sant
Si stelele care le numaram
Cine ar fi crezut ca in timp o sa dispara
Ele sunt tot acolo
Dar eu m-am schimbat
Ele au ramas la fel frumoase
Dar in aceasta seara eu nu le-am mai numarat.
Copilaria e ceva ce nu dispare niciodata
Iar pentru a mine a fost
Ceva ce nu o sa o uit
Si o sa ma faca sa imi dea o lacrima de fiecare data
Cand jucam fotbal
Pen and Rasashe met an ink-stained boyPen and Rasa3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
stories sunk in his skin
e-y-e-s above constantly
popped knuckles, an anchor
on his cheek, small thing weighed
heavy below his half-closed lids
loud is an angry dog barked [with I'll be gone as a collar along
over his heart tense rapscallion neck]
her illustrated man was strumming a guitar
in a quiet parking lot, she toured (with hands clasped behind her body
this living museum, his colorful past leaning forward)
she studied his graffiti-self from a distance
we come in peacelunar landings lovewe come in peace2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
stars for company. light-year
beings witness earthrise.
my sylvan summercrunch of leaves under careful footmy sylvan summer2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the sound of autumn oranging red-brown leaves
this is how we loved dead things
(this is how I still love)
memories carved into bark
flesh, my dear, our summer
is trapped in the corpse of a tree --
our initials on its heart-shaped tombstone
only the greatest happiness grown cold, cuts deep enough to kill
leaving behind that ghost of you in the folds of my clothes
in my favorite musical notes
I strung together for you to wear unintentionally forever
like a trinket you stroke holding the hand of someone more permanent
still gracious how you parted from me,
soft and gentle as a leaf floating off the branch
(even your goodbyes were beautiful)
the sound of autumn
the crushing steps slowly away
redbrown orange
the color of this bruised heart at the remembrance of our
smoldering something special
Grey DayRaindrops gather on my window,Grey Day1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
crystals succoured to my memory,
as I sit thinking of you.
In my chair with my incense.
beside the candle’s burning light,
silver skies and hallowed grey nights,
bring me close to bear.
I don’t know you,
nor you me,
but the nights are long,
and the atmosphere hazy;
have you ever thought of me?
The same rain
that I’m chasing
falls over all the land
yet in some world
through distant slumber
the Sun has never lost her smile.
Ballad of the Philisophical Juice-HeadThough it’s been an hourBallad of the Philisophical Juice-Head1 month ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
it feels like years
since I held you in my arms.
How I long to run my hands
across the shining surface
of your autumn coloured hair.
Your glassy lips might press against mine,
sure – and your red blush comes to me
with my tongue in your throat.
Your neck upturned,
the curves of your body thrust in the air,
with all the breath pouring from you.
In disgust I throw you from myself,
- watch you crumple to the floor
where rigidly you shatter.
We had such plans,
you and I oh Liebling mine,
but all for nought.
My sweet Calypso
how I pined for thee,
but in your absence – I find another.
You thought, m
Highlight: SHOCKWAVEHighlight: SHOCKWAVE2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
SHOCKWAVE
From the inception of time itself, the Universe has always caused its dwellers to observe it in wonder. I, however, am intrigued by the studies of it, or simply put, the science behind it. Some acclaim that I am one of the most brilliant scientists, while others state that my thoughts are rather unspeakable. Perhaps, they conceive these concepts due to the fact that I disapprove of theories with insipid hypotheses, and I reanalyze the structure behind the study and announce the masked truth, even if it requires exposing fraud in another fellow scientist. And that is precisely how I operate—pure logic. My designation… i
Wild HostThe Dead live on in the bellowing windsWild Host1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the Wild Host descends upon my house
the Barrow-Wights released from slumber
with Woden at their head.
For dust calls up and the Blood demands an answer
in mighty circles nine Worlds spin,
so pausing with the Age of the Wolf
according to Holy Wisdom’s wiles.
Tilt your head and listen
as the Song of the Dead rings out
what frightens the young and draws out the bold
puts its masque on a thousand sounds.
The howling of the Varg,
the pounding of the Etin-drum,
the hring-ring timing of the Dwarven smithy,
and the sound of Heimdall’s horn
have all been cast into the Wind
and added to the Hym
written on sugar cane paperI left when the cows came homewritten on sugar cane paper2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
escaped on a dusty bus headed for
the sun with passengers
comfortable in slumber by the
large windows scratched by
time and wild children
stuck in an ever-moving inside
I had this dream folded in my suitcase
light for traveling
and this man
with all the roads of the world carved into his face
laughed at the little all that I carried, he laughed
deepening the paths he footed
with a suitcase dragging
in his once young, white-knuckled hands
now sat in his lap trembling from heavy incredulity
my naivety, to him, amusing but lighting
his once dull, resigned eyes
ours is a shy onewe were in the car going somewhereours is a shy one3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
at a dark scenic pace
the night was steady outside
keeping the stars bright when
my silence took your silence
by the hand and you said
nothing but a hidden smile
the road slid by, double yellow lines
side by side
us for the longest time
till we crossed the great divide
meeting, with soft blinking eyes,
each other's souls
and should we come to the end of
this long country road sobered, weary
I swear it impossible to forget
the burn of forelsket in this quiet,
humming tarry feeling as though
we were the only two beings
left in the universe
IchorThe Steam, it risesIchor1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
carrying with it something of a manifest Holiness
a character divine.
It rises like the Breath of God,
rising from the round white womb
from which many a god has tumbled before.
The same canyon
nestled under a new dawn,
golden like all the rest.
Storm and stress;
they flee the scene of the crime
as the hand grips the wheel.
We drive to the valley where the gods are born,
and we drive with the sun and morning mist,
between the phalanges of the Wood.
The steam, it rises
the warmth, the moisture,
they titillate the senses.
The sweet smell,
so pleasant, so subtle and so sweet
it takes away our wrath and indignation.
It
FrankincenseThe smoke rises,Frankincense1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
a billowing stream,
an astral projection;
the finger of one god to touch another.
Ruach ha Kodesh,
unserer Heilige Geist,
Holy Ghost,
det Almatki Áss,
to Thee I send my greetings.
Breath divine is on the wind,
a supple smell,
our sweet oblation,
so soothes the soul.
A spice burnt on my altar,
we walk with Cain below,
those who spy on Abel,
yet Cain’s time is over,
and Abel’s seed is all that lives.
And so our offering goes
as pleasing as the Fiftieth Psalm
to mortal ears
is our offering to the Mouth of God.
Ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
wir sind alle Staub,
und brennen wir unser Aschen.
and then there was nothing"When mama died the sky rippled like a tossed rock in water and you know what? I think that was mama's soul breaking through to the other side. You think that was Mama?"and then there was nothing2 months ago in Emotional More Like This
"I don't believe in an 'other side'. Dead is dead is dead."
Sta.sh
