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RTRobert Tofan
Data nastere: 13 August 1981 e-mail: (tofan.robert@yahoo.de) On every street in every city, there's a nobody who dreams of being a somebody. He's a lonely forgotten man desperate to prove that he's alive.
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RRrusoiu raluca
Textele mele...sa ma gandesc ...ce pot sa spun despre ele?!Sunt cuvinte rupte din suflet,scrise in urma unei lovituri demonice.Cicatrice am inca si azi...tot ce am scris am simtit pana in adancul sufletului,am trait pana in adncul maduvii si am gandit ...poate... pana in adancul neuronului.Acestea reprezinta "Moartea unui inger" dupa cum am si o proza, trecerea d la speranta la deznadejde,suferinta, dezamagire, si, in sfarsit, la moarte.Poate suna prea dur moarte, dar nu ma refer la moartea trupeasca, ci la cea sufleteasca, ceea ce este si ma dur.Poeziile mele sunt lopeti d pamant puse una peste alta pentru a-mi ingropa viata.Prin poeziile mele si proze sper ca lumea sa invete ceva din ele si sa nu faca aceleasi greseli ca acele "personeje lirice".Totul incepe frumos, la inceput cuvinte frumase, inaltatoare, dar treptat, treptat duc spre morminte , demoni, iad etc.Insa in spatele acestor cuvinte se afla cel mai amar sentimet-dragostea.Ce a fost dragostea pentru mine?!moartea ingerului...
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ADAdam Drucker
The power of word and a child\'s imagination walk their way through Doseone\'s works creating music described by Urb as \"so indelible you may have to physically turn it off and take a breather.\" From his sought after release \'Hemispheres\' to his poetic soundscape \'Slow Death\', his releases have overflowed with such style that it prompted one reviewer to dub him \"an artist who may turn out to be one of our generation\'s most important.\" One of hiphop\'s most prolific artists, he is the driving force behind Themselves, Deep Puddle Dynamics, cLOUDDEAD, and Greenthink and has provided guest vocals for a slew of other notable releases. From an east coast birth, to a midwest education, and now a westcoast lease, its full circle and all heart. \"Some kids just gotta be different, and some kids just gotta be Doseone.\" - Vice
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Mantra Shirokuro
I'm just my ego's coma... my heart's deep poison It's just a waiste of time Waiting for your love poem..
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Hancu George
Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...
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Fred Moramarco
Dr. Moramarco is a Professor of English at San Diego State and the Editor of Poetry International, an annual journal of new poetry published there. He is the co-author of Containing Multitudes: Poetry in the United States Since 1950 and Modern American Poetry, and co-editor of Men of Our Time: Male Poetry in Contemporary America. ,,I\'ve devoted a lot of my life to poetry. Reading it, writing it, writing about it. In her wonderful novel, \"Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant,\" Anne Tyler writes, \"There ought to be a whole separate language for truth.\" I think there is such a language--the language of poetry. Poems create the miracle of connecting our inner lives. We live in a world where the language of advertising, commerce, and politics are so filled with falseness, deception, and manipulation, that we have an absolute longing to hear words spoken from the heart, with clarity, precision, and authenticity.``
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Tom Waits
In the 1970s, Tom Waits combined a lyrical focus on desperate, lowlife characters with a persona that seemed to embody the same lifestyle, which he sang about in a raspy, gravelly voice. From the '80s on, his work became increasingly theatrical as he moved into acting and composing. Growing up in southern California, Waits attracted the attention of manager Herb Cohen, who also handled Frank Zappa, and was signed by him at the beginning of the 1970s, resulting in the material later released as The Early Years and The Early Years, Vol. 2. His formal recording debut came with Closing Time (1973) on Asylum Records, an album that contained "Ol' 55," which was covered by labelmates the Eagles for their On the Border album. Waits attracted critical acclaim and a cult audience for his subsequent albums, The Heart of Saturday Night (1974), the two-LP live set Nighthawks at the Diner (1975), Small Change (1976), Foreign Affairs (1977), Blue Valentine (1978), and Heart Attack and Vine (1980)....
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RVRenée Vivien
Renée Vivien, born Pauline Mary Tarn (11 June 1877 - 18 November 1909) was a British poet who wrote in the French language.[1][2] She took to heart all the mannerisms of Symbolism, as one of the last poets to claim allegiance to the school. Her compositions include sonnets, hendecasyllabic verse, and prose poetry. Vivien was born in London, England to a wealthy British father and an American mother from Jackson, Michigan. She grew up in Paris and London. Upon inheriting her father's fortune at 21, she emigrated permanently to France. In Paris, Vivien's dress and lifestyle were as notorious among the bohemian set as was her verse. She lived lavishly, as an open lesbian, and carried on a well-known affair with American heiress and writer Natalie Clifford Barney. She also harbored a lifelong obsession with her closest childhood friend and neighbor, Violet Shillito – a relationship that remained unconsummated. In 1900 Vivien abandoned this chaste love, when the great romance with Natalie...
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AAmara
"Poet divin, lumina fara moarte m-ajute-n grai iubirea-n veci fierbinte cu care pururi ti-am citit din carte" Infernul - Dante Alighieri This is me for forever One of the lost ones The one without a name Without an honest heart as compass This is me for forever One without a name These lines the last endeavor To find the missing lifeline Nemo - Nightwish Last dance, first kiss Your touch my bliss Beauty always comes with dark thoughts I wish... Wish I had an Angel - Nightwish
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ITIoan Tițian
Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...
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Sonnet XLVII
de William Shakespeare
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish\'d for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, With my love\'s...
Asculta-mi iubirea
de mircea trifu
Zăpada întreagă-i o hart-a dorinței, Scrisă-ntr-o limbă de mult necitită, Cu fruntea plecată-n palmele științei, Mi-e calea-nghețată-n viața topită. În portul din mine se-nalță o pânză, Mi-alină...
Whenever
de Zavera Ioan Alexandru
so what to say ... about a dream that whispers every single night and every night unlike the day shines down upon me ? you are my moon that shines so bright my very soul watching above me you are a...
Miss you already
de Moldovan Tiberiu
I don\'t understand why we are trying; I\'m just missing you more and more each day, But we need to stop all this denying, We both know you won\'t be able to stay... It\'s going to be so hard to let...
in the heart of a silence
de Ștefan Petrea
cer îmbîcsit de lumină nu poți trage o dușcă din mustul ploii mustul viei doar ne droghează cu dulce va fermenta iar pe plaiul visării ne-om duce la iarnă în cramă va fi un arest nici un fel de...
The change of the heart
de Gondos Ana
I started long ago a journey And ended up with an attorney, To plead my innocence to others, Ans it was fair enough to witness The Phoenix and the change of the heart And a writer who played well his...
A new me...
de Hoancea Catalin
This is what I have become! Once again a heart of stone… I cant take this anymore! My soul is dead… My heart is cold… ------------------------ So what if I want to die? Shut up and enjoy , My sweet...
A happy/unhappy event
de Adrian Arvunescu
It was a beautiful day when I met Traian on a cargo ship to Afghanistan. We both were illegal immigrants seeking a better life. I forgot to mention that I m from Papua, where big people eat little...
maximalizarea plăcerii
de Lesenciuc Teodor
\"A heart is a fragile thing. That\'s why we protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely and why it means so much when we do. Some hearts are more fragile than others... purer somehow, like...
All that I might be
de Florea Ana-Maria
I am a sheet of paper, Dropping out of a book, Leaving words behind, Never to return to them. My song is that of the wind, Disturbing letters in a text. I\'ll be waiting, Down here, Never to raise...