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
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
Where can I begin? Where will it end? Well, either in the year 2003 or the year 2006, most likely the latter. The remaining timeline grows thinner as the world grows fatter. It doesn\'t matter,
cand exista inghesuiala, ma invart...in jur si in jur in cercuri...luminile colorate sant ingerii mei pazitori...nu e ca in filme...e mai mult loc si mai putin prost gust...e aproape ca un basm...si
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
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
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
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
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
o nevoie arzatorare ma cuprinde,
sa te sarut
sa te ating
sa te simt
sa te gust
sa te string in bratze
sa te am
sa te mingii
sa fiu plina de tine
de simtzurile tale...de dorintzele tale...de
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
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
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
He created it.
And in time he looked down and saw that it was good. \"I shall call this place \"poezie.ro\", in so much as it is a mixing of many sources, come together under me, to create a
si ea se opreste...
\"nu am devenit inca persoanele ce santem meniti sa fim\"...ochii lui sunt patrunzatori insa vocea lui tremura...
\"bineinteles ca nu!\" ii vine ei sa strige...\"sant oameni de
vrei sa ma iei de nevasta?...ar fi nemaipomenit...ai fi asa de fericit...ne-am fi casatori in india, cu matase si clopotei si as dansa pentru tine...as purta o fusta simpla si frumoasa, orice culoare
A letter is being written for you. 10/26
Written in draft form, why?
Because I know not what else to do?
It is as cold here, in draft, as it is in my heart.
My body chilled, by
Si la sfarsit, stam singuri cu nimic altceva decat memoriile noastre
Nemiscati, intr-o mare de intuneric, agatati de o dragoste pierduta
Sperand ca cineva ne va salva, insa lipsiti de dorinta de a
[aceasta este pledoria Sufletului aruncat de EL, reprezentat in fatza curtzii de Inima, in fatza unui Juriu fara nume si fara fetze]
Domnelor shi Domnilor ai Juriului:
Va este prezentat cazul
dragostea,
ca o ceascha delicata de portzelan
poate fi ciobita
shi reparata...
putzin lipici
shi e ca noua
nu?
de cate ori poate fi ciobita insa
shi reparata
pana cand incepe sa
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
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