Poezii

the Pauper Poet, afraid not of the darkness, but the light that surrounds it. perished, prosperity and the wanting for words. talent terminated, depth destroyed, all cadences fail me

furtuna a trecut. zgomotul tunetului se retrage. fulgerele luminand in departare cu taceri din ce in ce mai lungi intre ele. o picatura de ploaie atarna pe marginea unei

last night I spent the darkest night, dreaming of you in love. I saw in this dream, the vision of two bodies, embraced after hours of romance. The girl was not me, and I am

unmoved are we reluctantly set in our ways. a watermark in the basin. or not in love. enough. to fine-tune the differences. the percent of the milk. the

I dreamed of meeting you in a long black dress with 20 gold buttons a big smile on my face and a big blue moon shining in the sky just the look in your eyes melted five buttons off the

el s-a apropiat, dansind parca, shi cu grija a facut o gaura microscopica in mijlocul pieptului ei... a usturat-o putzin ca o mushcatura de tzintar insa fiind asha de mica ea nici macar nu i-a

atinge-ma, tremur. stringe-ma in bratze, ma calmez, rasuflu adinc. intreaba-ma, ma inroshesc in obraji. uita-te la mine, fug. ma gindesc. sper. ofera-mi complimente, zimbesc. danseaza cu

it\'s amazing how the tone and texture of the morning can be so charged so enhanced so lightened by the sound of your voice on the phone you may never realize how you affect me like a

the fragrant pungent aroma fills the air zig zagging moisture scents like a hikers trail tracing the path back to the pot of black gold pouring the umber fluid into my china cup nostrils are

how i long to hold thee till mornings light then rip down these walls of spoken thought ravage this language we hold so dear strip away all conventional wisdom to bare a heartfelt human

more dreams angelic prose I grow numb to it all I let you all in without destroying my wall one is the same as the others are different (another angel’s kiss without knowing what it

The deaths of the liars The lives of the saints The picture of silence Is the one that we paint Burning our bridges Is all fine and well But sinking the ship Will send you to hell Apathy is

Don\'t slip away Under the stairs Or think bad thoughts In the middle of prayers Exposing your soul Like an open door Stained on the surface Rotten to the core Sleeping all day Locks up

no, This isn\'t a mushy lovesick poem, although I\'m a romantic. it\'s just me... this cyber cesspool of thoughts and emotions have clouded my thoughts on the bluest of days. trust

A poem for all the ones who ever typed A/S/L I look up in the corner, and a message up has arrived, a private message from a stranger who thinks I have no pride, who thinks the three

Sometimes people are put into My life because I need them, But often it gets turned around, And it\'s them who need me. That\'s when I start to become drained, Giving all my energy, With

I\'m transfixed silently biting my lip, wanting, that touch. I shiver. In my mind, you are tracing a path... blood on my lips.

Domnisoarelor, puneti-va pantofii cu toc inalt. Aranjati-va fetele si ascundeti-va noptile nedormite cu farduri. Impodobiti-va cu margele si haine moderne. Umerii trasi spre spate, pieptul

el a impins-o shi a tarat-o de par in peshtera lui ea il ura el i-a spalat fatza, a taiat funia din jurul mainilor ei shi i-a dat ultima bucata de carne de pe foc ea a inceput sa se simta mai

ruptura unei inimii este atat de subtila singura, in piept durand shi inlocuind bucuria vietzii cu moloz acolo unde inainte flacarile erau pline de pasiune dansand de placere shi fervoare

shi cred ca asta a fost totul ...imi lipseshte dragostea. dragostea MEA cortina cade insa eu sunt inca pe scena. Orchestra a parasit demult teatrul. {dragoste acapella}

{ceva scris de mine acum un an insa care prin ironia vietzii, se mai aplica!) de ce faci asta? haide, acuza-ma insa nu sunt vinovata de nimic altceva decat de faptul ca te iubesc cum putem sa

ma simt insultata de pielea mea fierbinte, catifelata insa inima mea se raceshte shi devine ca o piatra din ce in ce mai rece in fiecare zi shi aud tacerea din ce in ce mai rece in