when and whereWhen voices seem to mumble into your thoughts
slide into the unknown again
a blanket of all there is and all here wasn't
share a corner in your mind
Where there are no slightly changed hands
to twist into your body
cruelty is in everything
and horrors at every corner
because darkness is a garden
and we have all prayed in it before.
Second Silence Could you not find me?Second Silence8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was here..
The FearfulWe carry our sorrow amongst the living. We are the wrathful, the lustful. We are the forsaken, the chosen ones. We are the fearful, we are the watchers. Observers of your frailty. We are the fleeting shadow in the corner of the unwary eye, we are the silent.The Fearful7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
We carry a burden so pleasureful. We take comfort in the knowing of our path. We are the immortal, alas we pay for this with frequent deaths and rebirths. And every time we die, we forget you.
We are the kind, we are the merciful. We repay you with smiles in exchange for solitude.
We are the fearful...<b>
WinterbornWinterborn7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
When fate drags you to the ground and tears your heart apart countless times, when all you have left are tears and blood to shed, when all you had has proven to be illusion, when you have nothing, and nothing left to cry for but memories...burn everything around you, until all is gone, hold your head up high, bury the pain deep inside your soul but do not forget it...
Dismiss regret and fight, fight like you have nothing to lose and nothing to win, you are the light that stands proud in the most bitter of nights, and when all around draws closer and closer, when you sense your end is near, do not shed one tear, they must not know, they must not see, your heart of stone and soul of fire they will never crush, they can never have.
Hear the skies calling out your name, and when you cannot move one bone from the cold ground, let them see you smile, they will never defeat your immortality.
Stand your ground to the final moment, this battle will never end, but those that follow this path
Le SecretJe sais que tu n'aime rien ces mots étrangersLe Secret6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mais c'est pourquoi je parle come ça
tu ne devais jamais savoir
que je t'aime, je t'aime je t'aime! plus que tu m'aimes
Je crois que cest possible d être rien
quand je me trouve dans tes bras
cest possible dêtre tout
quand je pense à toi
que jaime plus les étoiles, tu sais
que jaime plus les idées et les mots, tu sais
que je taime aussi comme je rêve
tu ne devais jamais savoir
je ne me réveillerai pas
pour voir les étoiles, ou les idées de les mots que je pourais dire
je suis tout, et je suis rien
Parceque je taime aussi comme un rêve
avant de son final
et tu ne devais jaimais savoir.
Doar vrabiaDin cate stiuDoar vrabia6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cerul meu e sustinut de doi piloni
ce se rasucesc si se inconvoaie
ca noaptea vazand rasaritul cel dintai.
cand vad o vrabie numai
tinand cerul sa nu cada
cu piciorusele in sus
in stele, in nori, in crudul soare
cum sa nu ma culc si eu cu spatele sprijinit de pamant
atunci cand cerul cade?
numai ca moartea, ca si viata e o iluzie.
ma adancesc in pamant, si nu vad cum cerul se prabuseste in mine
TransparentThe air gets so thick that I can hardly breatheTransparent6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dust and rain and everything that is in me too
Outside kept for everyone to see
The streets run by today, and by today I live, I live!
If I only knew exactly when the street-lights light up, light-up
so maybe I could race with time
Lit for tonight, urban dream.
The streets run by today, and I wish I knew
Walking past a building, I can hear their hearts
in concrete they beat again
again, again, the concrete-built-in-hearts
and I cannot say I hate them , for the streets run by me
and by me I can see today
my own built-in heart
urban for dust
rain makes it obvious.
les chiensc'est le moment mon reve, c'est le moment qu'importe,les chiens6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Le mot de mantenaint !
aujourd'hui je suis mort et sans erreurs,
demain je veux vivre encore un fois
NeincredereUnde, unde sa ma afluNeincredere6 years ago in Open More Like This
cand lumea toata e un singur loc
un singur loc, in locul nostru
restul tot e numai joc
Alerg, alerg spre tine iar
doar ca acolo, acolo nu razbesc
toata lumea e doar noi
si eu si tu cand te iubesc
doar unde, unde sa te aflii
la mine sigur n-ai sa fii
doar noi iti sta in loc, in joc
restul nu-s, fie ei si mii in mii
unde, unde noi sa fim
si in rima e absurd
ne repetam in lume noi
si ne purtam de parca am fi
VillainVillain11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I thought I killed you…
I took your head and smashed it,
Picked you up and threw you,
Squeezed you 'til you gasped,
Your clothes were torn.
Your hair – out the window,
Then burned for assurance,
Your photos in the gutter,
Negatives and all.
Your scent – replaced,
Your smile – contorted,
Your taste – bittered,
Your eyes – forgotten.
I pulled out your name
And battered you with it,
I took what linked us
And threw it in your face.
Yet you're still there…
My Memories My memoriesMy Memories10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This grave I stand before is mine
Mine is the skeleton inside.
The flowers on the grave are mine
Mine was the gal' that made them grow.
The soul that died is mine;
I am the phantom of this land.
The one she never loved was me;
I never was more than Alone.
I haunt the land, the time is night,
Night is my only friend.
Silence was never beyond midnight;
Night was the time when I was dead.
I died alone in my own grave,
Deserted by my thoughts and memories.
You'll die with friends along your bed,
Deserted by their thoughts but not their greed.
Breaching Insanity 1Breaching Insanity 17 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Break the silence and speak your mind. Linger here no longer unless you have a purpose. I will be sorry for this.
Open your eyes even if they burn. Blind men will not fight this. Despise for the weak...despise is what I offer. You will be sorry for this.
There is no blood left to lose. There is only a heart to be broken. A dried out heart...They will be sorry for this.
Inside your mind you hear the voices, and so gently do they whisper, and we cannot hear them. We will be sorry for this.
Vengeance, they claim it's for fools...I will be a fool, and you...You will be sorry for this.
Ravaging the voids with my humanity in search for an answer.
Ravaging my reality with the voids, searching for a balance.
Breaking my heart with every time you turn your eyes away...
Disappointing you with memories of failure, and confusion...
And I wish I could set this on fire, so you'd hear me this time, and maybe the last sparks will draw your attention, and the heat will not have been in vain...for th
The last poem that......nobody will believe inThe last poem that...7 years ago in Open More Like This
Reality is coincidence of minds
In folds of time
In the sands of space
And everything stays the same
In a changing world
Because we are synchronized in that which makes us existent,
We meet each other
In quantum coincidences.
Amniotic ThoughtSounds and images, I just didn't careAmniotic Thought8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just didn't feel.
Could it be, we were only one?
I remember you, I don't know you,
I am you!
I just didn't care, couldn't touch,
Couldn't taste, nor see
I felt you, we were me
And us were you.
Two beings into one,
And then a half broke away from another…
One is the dreamer
The other one is the dream.
Which one is you?
Which one is me?
fata ce vindea vise 1n-am ştiut cum să privesc zările. mi-am imaginat că totul, nesfârşitulfata ce vindea vise 18 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
acela care ne vorbeşte despre destin, despre ceea ce vom fi, despre ce
putem fi cândva, undeva, nu poate fi nimic altceva decât o altă fiinţă.
şi n-am vrut s-o cunosc, să îi ştiu temerile, slăbiciunile, să-i aud
sfaturile. îmi era teamă să nu mă reîntâlnesc pe mine. desigur,n-aş fi
fost eu, dar ar fi fost egalul meu în toate afectivitaţile confuze, o
reflecţie coborâtă din oglinzi a cărei unică menire era repetabilitatea
a ceea ce sunt sau pot fi.
aş vrea să mă strecor nopţile după perdele, să las aşternutul pustiu si
să o privesc cum face acelaşi lucru. leneşă şi cu pleoapele grele s-ar
ascunde după aceleaşi perdele.
mi-am zis atunci că am nevoie de ceva nou, de un început ş