Orange skinOrange skin2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your orange skin makes me warm in December
like the Sea is a blanket to the sand
and the Sun nurtures youth to our land
i'll be Your pocket -
You may keep all Your secrets inside of me
be shy and be not
there's nothing You should be afraid of
while You're here, with me
on this Pale Blue Dot.
nopti albem-am gândit la tinenopti albe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
până am orbit de-atâta
am măsurat distanţa în tăceri
care ajung întotdeauna prea târziu.
am început să număr vieţile
până când o să ne întâlnim din nou.
de iuniemi-am aruncat ieri toate perechile de papucide iunie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
şi toţi dumnezeii
care nu m-au înţeles niciodată.
pe tine te-am pus într-o cutie de carton
şi te-am lăsat în faţa porţii,
aşa cum fac oamenii cu lucrurile
care nu-i lasă să mai respire.
şi te-am privit legată la ochi
(ca să nu ştiu cui să i te cer înapoi)
până ai dispărut.
de mâine încep să caut
străini care să nu semene cu tine
şi pe care să-i visez
fără să ţip.
Baby's lullabyall of the children went to their beds,Baby's lullaby2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
a soft starry light guarding their heads;
hush now baby, don't you weep,
silence is just music put to sleep.
inganandu-ti gandurileşşşşt!inganandu-ti gandurile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
vorbeşti prea tare
şi n-am reuşit
gândeşte-l iar doar pentru mine
şi o să-l ascult
cu ochii închişi
(tu mi-ai spus că cele-mai-frumoase-gânduri
nu se aud
cu ochii deschişi.)
până o să gândesc şi eu
cu vocea ta.
cum sa orbesti inzilelenoastreia-ţi sufletul de mână şicum sa orbesti inzilelenoastre3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mută-te într-o sală de cinema
sau într-o casă cu geamuri din podea;
pune-i mâinile la ochi,
cere-i să-ţi spună ce vede
de fiecare dată când va spune
one street level miraclegoi.one street level miracle3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
umăr peste umăr
ne suprapunem perfect
ca un puzzle alcătuit din două corpuri
care în sfârşit există.
inimile noastre îşi sincronizează mişcările,
o bătaie tu,
o bătaie eu,
un moment de reculegere pentru bătăile din urmă
şi aşa am ajuns să fim
Omul cu cele mai multe bătăi de inimă pe minut.
zâmbesc cu toate oasele
atunci când pielea mea
îşi sparge valurile de pielea ta
cea mai frumoasă mare
acum deschide ochii
şi dormi liniştit.
azi nu moare nimeni.
avem bătăi de inimă
pentru fiecare om.
atathai,atat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
în câte bucăţele vrei,
oricum n-o să-nţelegi nimic.
A Shoe TaleA Shoe Tale1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were a pair of red shiny shoes living in a boxful of dreams, on cloud-coated linens. One May day, a little girl found them sleeping next to each other, and she loved them so much that she took them out for an afternoon walk, sometimes tituppy, sometimes gingerly, on the sundressed alleys. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were cheerful, as they had never breathed such a crisp air before, and the chill of those spring days, after a good sturdy rain, was daintly tickling their soles, growing goosebumps on their skin.
The little girl was bursting with fidgetness. When she stopped to bathe in a tiny oasis, she briskly took off her shoes and left them on the dewy grass. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were slightly afraid, as gloomy spiders and frowning mosquitoes were tamelessly rumbling around them. They cuddled tightly, to make the fear go away, like salt in a desert storm. The fear started to vanish itself, as the two realized that they were not alone. They were a p
Anorexic Pretty BoyMy Anorexic Pretty BoyAnorexic Pretty Boy9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My anorexic pretty boy
My fragile little broken toy
Always crying when alone
Waiting to be taken home
Eyes filled with ambivalence
Mind filled with the ignorance
Hands, they shake with fear and pain
Falling in the pouring rain
The heart of a doll which you possess
No love for another, you confess
I hold you in the bitter cold
As the darkness too grows old
My beloved little pretty thing
Oh how you mean so much to me
Never will I let you go
True love for you is all I know
I will protect you in the dark
Upon your heart I make my mark
Loving you, I do enjoy
My anorexic pretty boy
.sec.unde?în fiecare zi se întâmplă o grămadă de lucruri..sec.unde?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
viaţa se întâmplă în fiecare zi.
aşa că nu-ţi face griji,
n-a fost vina nimănui,
la un moment dat trebuia
să ne întâmplăm şi noi.
pears and nearspears and nears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
monday afternoon and
my lover is studying;
i am wondering if he remembers that time when
we learnt together the geometric shapes -
circled are his lips when
the sun draws himself upon them;
i am jealous.
earth has his own anatomy -
them science people called him "pear";
maybe the fruit was before the planet
or maybe the planet grew out of it,
which makes us pearestrials, but
i wouldn't know;
i don't do science.
i don't even do words -
words are too academic sometimes;
it's propestorous (exclamation mark)
and my fingers are only made to waltz with yours;
i'm sorry when i stumble,
you know my forefinger is high heel sensitive;
there's too many is in the world.
monday's moving towards evening
my lover's still studying
earth is still a pear
there's Pretty Woman on tv
the food is not getting any w
KING MEOver the course of time you have carefully adjusted the shape of the checker piece by scraping it on the concrete floor methodically, quietly, so as to not garner attention.KING ME1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The evening meal arrives in your cell, with a message written on the salt packet: KING ME.
A jolt of adrenaline (KING ME) but you must calm your breathing and eat your dinner as normal. KING ME. You empty the salt packet and chew the paper.
KING ME. It's past midnight (you assume; no clocks) when you jam the slightly modified checker disc into the lens of the video camera. It fits as if made for it.
The wait is agony, but eventually your handler comes to investigate the dead video feed. Between the time he peeps in through the slot to the time his key scrapes in the lock you bolt from your fake-sleeping position and poke the checker piece with a finger. It pops out of the camera into your hand. KING ME.
When the door swings open you are ready for him. Routine has caused everyone to become slack; he does not expect
Hand Cannon OverkillHand Cannon Overkill2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The charismatic recluse
with a loner's philosophy.
Birds of a feather,
the punishments that I endure,
I cannot work beneath
The know-nothing status
in the search for myself
Goes on with trial & error...
All in all, I am merely awaiting
my own return.
Deux-pieceDeux-piece2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i gave my heart to a crocodile
he used it as a toothpick
i took it back
gave it to Charlie Chaplin
he kept playing the dictator
i took it back
gave it to Houdini
he'd make it disappear every morn
i took it back
gave it to the Beatles
they threw it to their lunatic fans
i took it back
gave it to my chest
it was dark and bloody in there
i took it back
gave it to You,
to stuff it next to yours -
i heard from your veins
there's room enough for Two
in your rib cage.
The KrakenThe Kraken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your life is a boat
Wandering the desolate seas.
But then nothing.
Until the heavens open.
The seas waves grow and grow
Hitting your mast,
What guides you
pulling you on your right path.
In the dark deep waters
Lurks a demon.
A demon so big
It will swallow you whole.
until your last dying breath.
Your worst enemy.
It will wrap its deadly tentacles around you.
Squeeze away your pleading scream.
It's your life's worst enemy.
calamity.the poor boy got a lecture from deaths secretarycalamity.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"deaths busy enough as it is without walk ins"
"but it was urgent," he stutters.
"it couldn't wait, it was now or never"
he was simply told
"take a number, and wait over there with the rest
who 'couldn't wait' "
I guess it is time to move on..I told you,I guess it is time to move on..2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of my returning feelings,
but you never replied.
I am worried you might be hurt,
I am worried that you might be gone forever,
I am scared that I may never talk to you again.
But I am also scared that I am being played.
I guess it is time to move on.
You were great in my life,
you taught me what feeling great was like,
and you also taught me what it felt like to be a ghost.
I loved you,
and that is the problem,
it is now past tense.
I am tired of saving myself for someone who might just turn me invisible again,
and now I am going to move on,
I will find someone who will take care of me,
I will find someone who would kiss me,
I will find someone who would hug me in public.
So I am sorry to myself,
and to you,
I am moving on.
I will find somebody better,
and with that better person,
I hope to find out what it feels like to finally be happy in love,
It is now time to move on..
Daily Poem #37Words I wish to speakDaily Poem #372 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are caught between
The plane of imagination
Alone in this room
The silence becomes
I can only feel
AbandonedI lay in pieces, scattered across the ground.Abandoned5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I search for help, there is none to be found.
I look to the sky, and let out a great sound.
I scream, I yell, but with no one around,
I lay in pieces, scattered across the ground.
cosmeticbeauty crowds me till I diecosmetic5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
false impersonations of a lie
cosmetic rituals to make a disguise
all to impress those girls and guys
cover up blemishes, your freckles too
wouldn't want to see the real you
bright red lips and mascara eyes
remind me, where is it beauty lies?
eye liner paradise and lip gloss heaven
press curler to eyelash and count to eleven
tweeze your eyebrows, make them dramatic
these daily beauty rituals seem automatic
suck in your cheeks, pout your lips
fluorescent white, fake finger nail tips
surgeries to make the thicker thin
muscles trained to pull your stomach in
dyes used to make the perfect color
shades with shine, sparkle and glamour
the tightest of clothes which trace each crease
reminder that black slims even the obese
beauty crowds me till I die
but all of it's a make-up lie
products and surgery, all cosmetic
a society based ritual, ugly and pathetic.