sa uit.sa uiti.sa uitam.sa uit.sa uiti.sa uitam.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunt din nou aici cu ale mele ganduri .
Pe aceeasi banca incarcata cu amintiri .
Sunt din nou aici si e din nou iarna .
Si ninge , si e rece dar nu mai simt .
Nu ma mai simt , simt doar lacrimile care curg din ochii mei ,
Si imi spun : un nou inceput , te las in urma ...
Si imi este dor de tine aici , unde credeam ca te am , ca te am doar pentru mine .
Dar cate poeme nu ti-au fost dedicate tie ba , si de cate ti-a pasat?
Dar cate fete nu te-au plans in noapte si pe cate le-ai sunat?
A fost doar un joc.
Nu vrei sa stii , nu vreau sa stiu , hai plecam.
Hai uitam ca ne-am cunoscut , ca am vorbit , ca ne-am privit.
Hai sa ma lasi in urma , hai sa uit ca existi .
Hai sa ne dram dracului odata in mod frumos.
Hai sa uit cate au fost , sa le ardem , sa le facem cenusa , sa le ia vantul , sa le ingroape zapada .
Hai sa uitam ...
Cine-i cine?Eu si tu.Cine-i cine?6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Tu si eu.
Ma uit la tine si parca ma vad pe mine.
Tu te uiti la mine si ai vrea sa fiu tu.
Stiu ca eu sunt faurit din tine, dar nu vreau sa recunosc asta.
M-as simti vulnerabil.
Tu esti sensibil. Foarte sensibil.
Eu nu plang in public.
Cum as putea eu sa recunosc ca eu sunt parte din tine?
Imi e frica. Acesta e secretul existentei mele:ca eu sunt tu...
Sa nu ma tradezi,te implor...caci daca faci asta, vom muri amandoi.
Ne vom muta intr-o stea.
Vom exista, intr-un fel sau altul, impreuna.
Oare cat de bine ne-am intelege tu si eu, eu si tu pentru o eternitate doar noi...?
Tu esti sincer.
Eu pretind ca sunt .
Tu ma certi,eu ma fofilez.
Iarta-ma,dar nu vreau sa mor.
Ar insemna sa te ucid pe tine.si nu pot!
Te iubesc. Tu ma iubesti? da?!? chiar daca te reneg?
Iti sunt recunoscator...
Tu... esti eu || eu sunt tu ...
Candva vom fi doar noi.
Pe o stea tacuta, intr-un univers de vise.
Human MagicHuman Magic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at her!
Go ahead stare
Her breast pressed up
Her legs bare
Around her time slows
Details are enhanced
Like how her skin glows
And when by chance
You manage to charm her
You find you cannot harm her
For under the glowing skin
There is a steel spirit within
When some how you melt the steel
Her heart will reveal
Endless strength reserves
Concealed by her luscious curves
When you get through the strength
you find at length
that pure bliss
after you finally kiss
and bit more
as you start to explore
you trade your trip to heaven's gate
for this girl, greatest of the great,
But are not upset or filled with regret
Nor shall you ever forget
When you saw there
Hair pined up, legs bare
On the end of the bed
Ready to give up her maiden head
Nervous? Of course you where
It was new for you, and her
You nearly didn't do it.
You very nearly blew it.
As you turned to say no
Got caught by her body's radiant glow,
Black hair up, black tank top nearly gone
Green-gray skirt that was barely on.
lush.you're all the "him, he, his"lush.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in every poem i write.
every star i watch,
especially the ones i wish upon as they fall,
holds your somber reflection.
you're every cube of ice wrapped up in a mint green cloth
you held against my shoulder
on the spot where some random face pushed me against the lockers.
every time it rains
i swear a smidge of your soul is falling from the sky,
maybe that's why i love to run outside with wheelbarrows of buckets
to catch and hold each drop.
sometimes it snows in this dreadful southern wasteland.
the earth is covered in specks of your grated skin;
ivory crystal so cold my hand goes numb,
so i can't feel the electric shocks from a handful of embracing midnight movie marathons
of low-budget dramas that we always just ended up acting out ourselves;
we never had any money to spend on tickets to the real movies,
we poured all our cash and coins into the old register at that used bookshop.
need i say that you were every line i read,
every syllable stained onto tho
The Price of Winning with the Wrong Full HouseWalking alone in this desert,The Price of Winning with the Wrong Full House3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sucking on the bones of my past.
The marrow of mistakes stuck
to my gums and the diamondback knows
my guns are empty.
We both hear the cactus laughing.
I pretend not to.
Somewhere, a coyote licks it's teeth.
Am I dead? Will I be dead soon?
The thoughts interweave
like Native stitching.
What will be there where I go?
Is there sex in heaven?
I can't smile from the heat.
I think of hell.
I fear it is
worse than this desert.
I see no water, but
I do see my father.
He sits on a rock
and refuses to look at me.
He plucks ugly at
the three strings left on a
I walk past him in silence.
The sun...blinding white.
My soul so black
that I can see the bones
through the skin of my bad hand.
My good hand was
shot clean through days ago.
I'm not sure if I stopped
I fear to check.
How many days is it, now?
My thoughts are mud
and they...my only moisture.
I wasn't given a canteen.
I see dust in the distance. Human dust.
The Buzzard and Crow
SufferingSuffering4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The morning rain is falling outside
Like the tears I'm releasing from behind.
It hurts when I see a fake smile on my face
And those scars I can't erase.
Was it really worth suffering for, was it
Really enough to just cry for. Sorrow and
Coldness wake me up every night, with
humid pillow by my side.
The pain I'm trying to hide is losing
Its battle from time to time. My heart
is breaking away, counting the pieces
that are willing to shake.
B e a u t i f u l.Tears roll down her cheeksB e a u t i f u l.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he kisses them away lovingly;
she flinches warily from his touch.
He takes her chin between his fingers,
turning her face up to his own.
Don't look at me.
Her beautiful blue eyes swim.
He is confused.
Why not, darling?
A sob wracks her body,
along with a fresh wave of tears.
His eyes fill with loving concern.
You're not ugly.
He leans closer -
a soft gasp escapes her -
their faces inches apart.
You're beautiful, baby.
He kisses her soft lips,
and for the first time in her life
she feels utterly beautiful.
Confidencemake me your canvasConfidence1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
paint me with your fingertips
color me pretty
ResurrectionResurrection4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i see the world with new eyes
now it all begins
Such Sweet SorrowSuch Sweet Sorrow4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Tell me about something that made you sad.
Uh. Okay. Let me think. [Pause] I was sad when I sent you to the airport in San Antonio. That made me sad You leaving again made me sad.
Yeah. That made me sad, too. Parting is always sad, but you know what's worse? It always gets better. The first couple times, you're likeshe's leaving, I'm so sad I'm going to cry. And then, after a long time, you get used to it. That is sad.
Yeah. I understand.
Mm. Let's sleep now.
She fell into a slumber quickly. I soon heard her gentle and rhythmic breathing next to me. But I stayed awake to ponder her words. Did parting really get easier as time went by?
I don't think so. If else, I feel that it gets harder. More painful each time to see her turn her back on me and walk away. It's just that I've gotten stronger, and I've learned to smile when I wave goodbye. And cry l
DreamtakerDreamtaker3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
SLIPPING Slipping slipping
I almost had it right in my palms
AWAY Away away
My eyes open wide like my lungs
GASPING Gasping gasping
Accumulated back into this world as I awake
PAIN Pain pain
Gathering the moments of the dream before it fades
REAPING Reaping reaping
My desired world is always taken from me
FAITH Faith faith
I never wanted it to be make belief
FEELING Feeling feeling
That unaware sensation is being ripped
BLAME Blame blame
But it's as if I am the one that is torn to shreds
ToxicToxic6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
one kiss in the morning
a thought during the day
maybe I'll call you at lunch
cause I've got so much to say
I think, I miss, I ask for
your sight, your voice, your touch
because t h i s must finally end
and 'cause I love you so much
I wait, I feel - I feel what?
excitement, hope or fear?
I hope to be happy again
I fear I'll find usual tear
you come. I greet you
with the most beautiful smile
i give you everything I have
you seem to be fine for a while
but then it starts.
salty soup, lost game, stupid guy on tv
I even can understand you
but why do you blame me?
first shout, I leave
maybe this time it'will end
second shout, first hit
it's all repeating again
at first I try to run, to hide
also behind my own thoughts
after a series I give up
"it stops" I imagine "it stops"
after a few waves of pain
my dreams simply come true
it stops. i check if I can stand
some blood and bruises, pain running me through
I go to the bedroom and cry for a while
you hear me. your steps.
Ink and SmokeInk and Smoke3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She loved the scent
of ink and smoke -
and the way strangers
caressed her name
like the verdant rushes
rolling off the river bank,
or a low slung
across the floor.
Mornings found her
where the light
and the cat's tale
lingered like a secret,
waking her from dreams
brighter than early frost.
But it was night
that bought and sold her,
made her heart a trinket,
dressing her in silk
as new as nuptials -
that flagrant shade of flush
and the rough and tumble
of her hips
serenading the world
I Want to Feel PurpleI Want to Feel Purple4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel so Blue
Blue as Cinderella's ball gown
Blue as the clothes I'm wearing
Blue as my desktop background
Blue as my ipod's casing
Blue as facebook's theme colour
Blue as the tiles in my bathroom
Blue as my evanescence CD cover
Blue as a smurf cartoon
Blue as the Israeli flag
Blue as the color of Squidward's blood
Blue as an avatar dressed in a rag
Blue as the town that drowned in a flood
Blue as the sleepy twitter whale
Blue as the villain in 'Big Fat Liar'
Blue as the scrubs that doctors wear
Blue as the hottest flame of fire
I feel so Blue
What should I do?
I think I'll mix a little red
So I can feel purple instead!
Once Upon a Letter Pt. 1Once Upon a Letter Pt. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Life in a different country is unbelievably tiring. I know it will be quite some time before I see you again so I thought that I would tell you how I've been settling in, so as to show that I do still think of you. The voyage was very uncomfortable; it took nearly a whole year to sail from our dear India to this godforsaken place (I know we are supposed to revere England as the motherland and the center of our Empire, but really.) I miss the lush fruits and spicy, exciting foods. I miss the thrill of looking into the nearby jungle and fantasizing about the wondrous elephants and tigers and all manner of animals that dwelt there. I miss dear Akash, and you, and all the mischief we used to get ourselves into.
But here, I am expected to behave like a proper young lady. No more short skirts and muddy shoes, no more climbing trees...not that the trees here are any fun to climb and the mud is far too cold to splash in anyways. It is so cold here, Maria! Not just the
My Old Friend and ComradeMy Old Friend and Comrade4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first time that I saw you was within Test Chamber 17.
You were smooth, gleaming with brilliant rays that I could barely open my eyes.
You were beautiful.
You were perfect.
We overcame one obstacle after another.
Your sweet whispers rang like chimes in my ear.
"You're doing great. You'll be out of here in no time."
"The way you tumble through the air was beautiful."
"You are so smart. I couldn't have thought of that."
I indulged myself in your honey voice, like a butterfly hopelessly entranced in the aroma of thousands of flowers.
You were the friend I had been looking for in my life.
She asked me to burn you.
The cold, lifeless voice prodded and poked, like barbed thorns dragging and scraping through my mind.
She thought you could not speak. She thought I could disregard you. She thought you were silent.
But no. You were much more than just a partner. You were a comrade that had travelled with me since the start of the chamber.
You were a friend that cheered me on when I sat in fru
Haters are Gonna HateHaters are Gonna Hate3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Haters are gonna hate
Some people in their lives will have haters stalk them ,send them hate mail,
make their friends stab them in their backs, and make others hate them with their lies, pretty much try to hurt them in any possible way that they can...
If this sounds like you, well then listen up your not alone,
around the world there are people like us that seem to get hate all the time and
enemies,,, , why do you get them and what can you do?
Well first of all we get haters for these reasons
1) We have a talent
2) you're a people person
3) others like you
4) Your life is successful
5) you feel good about yourself
And last but not least
6) You have something they want
That is pretty much the summary of why we get haters….
Most of the time, it is best to ignore, after all there will always be people who will envy you.
Unfortunately, when you get a pro hater, in other words a hater that really hates your guts and has the evil skills of making you miserable, that
We are freeWe are free3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon rose,
And i went out to play.
Under their nose,
and out of the way.
Creatures of the night,
Linger in the mist.
As the fire shines bright,
And we laugh in squeamish fits.
Your porcelain skin,
Shines radiant and bright.
Your soft black hair,
lustrous, in the light.
And i don't care what they think.
Exactly how i'm supposed to be.
I'll do what i like.
Because i am free.