PamfletPamflet2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Strălucești ca soarele și luna
de te caci sau îmi zâmbești îmi e totuna
când mă muști sau-mi zgârii pula
mândru mi-s și ți-aș da una.
*îmi plac cariile tale negre mai adânci decât vaginul lu` Tanța
FeminineSo I am the temptressFeminine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dark lady
The one who takes your men's blood
So I am the Jezabell
I'm not allowed to be loved
dirty liarMy lifelinedirty liar8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In and out of time
Ill try and rehearse
These lines I've told
Myself a thousand times
Try to remember
Why I try
Get inside my mind
Try and find
Me the one that I see
Not the strange
Awkward ones alwAys see
I feel deeply
I lose sleep
I wake up panicked
Sometimes I ddevide
Others I break
And take as much as I can
Sometimes this inner
Pain is overwhelming
It hits sharply
It hits the nerves
Sometimes I even
Believe the misguided
Words it speaks
Slamming me against
Every raw emotion
Every misplaced word
Whispering to me
You cant get it
You dont deserve it
You barely deserve
What you have
Some days I hold a knife to
Its rotten flesh
And hold it a bay
But today today
Antidepresive la 5 lei pastilaTu,Antidepresive la 5 lei pastila2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
care spui şi da şi nu īn acelaşi timp,
de ce vorbeşti
de parcă taci?
Depresie de iarnă, probabil...
Merci că mi-o provoci şi mie.
Nu te ambala,
aşa ţi-am spus,
iar tu n-ai spus nimic.
Om, de ce tocmai acum,
şi (aproape) şesimea asta de iarnă
că săptămāna viitoare,
o să te caut,
ca să īţi privesc pupilele
şi irişii verzi,
să te privesc cum fumezi,
poate-poate mă vei privi şi tu pe mine.
Poate-poate o să reuşesc să te citesc.
Someday I'd Like to Be A PirateSomeday I'd Like to Be A Pirate3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Someday I'd Like to Be A Pirate:
Someday I'd like t' be a pirate and sail across the seven seas.
I always thought it might be nice t' feel the ocean breeze.
I've always dreamt of findin' treasure, stashed away in a hidden box,
And then after I drop the anchor I'd burst open the locks!
Dubloons I'd find and diamonds t' keep, trinkets worth a life;
Or maybe I'd find a sacred sword or a really ancient knife!
But as I grew, I was soon t' learn, that dreams do not come true.
How many times have I seen a man be strangled till he's blue?
How many days have I watched them stumble, cursin' ill their fate.
When none would reach a helping hand, their heart would fill with hate.
I grew t' question th' ways of Kings who whipped the backs o' men,
More labour earned with blood and sweat while the preachers say 'Amen!'
Donations are given t' temples rich, while the poor are in the street;
So many souls are quickly trampled beneath their ugly feet....
Where first I believe the world was fair, no