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SCStefan Ciobanasu
Which way is the right path, as I stand upon This chaotic crossroads of hate... How many ways are there to roam On this dark and damned road of fate... "There are many ways, my son, to find where the souls of demons remain...But it takes only one second of despair and of doubt Until at last, your soul, they will gain... Inherit these lands, these things, these dreams That are yours, forever, to adore... For there is no life, in the depths of chaos, my son, For you to explore... C. Vincent Metzen - 'The Initiate' All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you. One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain. For yours I truly wish to be. Nightwish - Ever Dream
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Bianca Solonariu
Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for. Absolventa a Seminarului Teologic Cuv. Paraschateva, -Agapia-Neamt, promotia 2003; Absolventa a Universitatii Al.I. Cuza -Iasi, Facultatea de Economie si Administrarea Afacerilor, promotia 2007;
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John Willy Kopperud
It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...
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Hal Sirowitz
Pretending We went to Dan Lynch's, & listened to White musicians pretending that they were Black. And the people next to us jumped up & down, pretending that they were rock stars. And I put my hand on your knee, pretending that I was your lover. You remained aloof. Why did you have to be the only one who insisted on being yourself?
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VVVeronica Văleanu
All expression of energy in this universe must end where it began. Walter Russell I am a survivivore. And for a survivivore, its predatory condition is strictly related to consuming its own survivals. Born - every time I was signalled to. Married, two children. Printer.s Devil Review, vol.2, no.2 Chicago Poetry Review, Poetry Cram 14, Journal of Modern Poetry Randomly Accessed Poetics World Poetry Reading Series, Featured Poets Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts, vol.XXII, issue 3 ...as I said: Nobody can live real poetry. You have to survive it.
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Radu Contes
The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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Adam 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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ROruxandra olteanu
I am getting closer to myself...I'll let you know when I have news ...
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Louis Jenkins
Louis Jenkins’ poems have been published in a number of literary magazines and anthologies, including The Best American Poetry 1999 (Scribner, 1999) and Great American Prose Poems (Scribner, 2003). His books of poetry include An Almost Human Gesture (1987), All Tangled Up With the Living (1991), Nice Fish: New and Selected Prose Poems(1995), winner of the Minnesota Book Award, Just Above Water(1997), The Winter Road(2000) and Sea Smoke(2004). His most recent books are North of the Cities (2007), European Shoes (2008) and Before You Know It: Prose Poems 1970-2005(2009) all published by Will o’ the Wisp Books. Mr. Jenkins was awarded two Bush Foundation Fellowships for poetry, a Loft-McKnight fellowship, and was the 2000 George Morrison Award winner. Louis Jenkins has read his poetry on A Prairie Home Companion and was a featured poet at the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival in 1996 and at the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival, Aldeburgh, England in 2007. Louis Jenkins is one of the...
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RSRonny Someck
[[eng]] Ronny Someck Ronny Someck was born in Baghdad in 1951 and came to Israel as a young child. With Bachelor of Arts in Hebrew Literature and Jewish Philosophy, he worked as a counselor with street gangs. Now teaching literature, and currently leads writing workshops. Books: Exile (1976); Solo (1980); Asphalt (1984); Seven Lines on the Wonder of the Yarkon (1987); Panther (1989); Bloody Mary (1994); Rice Paradise (1996); The Revolution Drummer (2001). For children: The Laughter Button with Shirly Someck (1998). In Arabic: Jasmine (1994 Israel); The poem is a gangster's girl (1996 Paris). In French: Nes a Bagdad with A. k. El Janabi (1998 Paris). In Catalan: En paper de vidre (2000 Barcelona). In Albanian: The Sign of the Bite (2001 Tirane). In English: The Fire Stays in Red. In Italian: The Red Catalogue of the Word Sunset. In Macedonian: Wheat (2003 Skopje). Translations to his poems have appeared in Anthologies and Poetry Magazines in 22 languages. Prizes: Acum (Society of...
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hate you
de neculea corneliu
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I do not love you except because I love you
de Pablo Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it\'s you the one I...
Today
de Laura Kiritescu
TODAY Today is just another day Worse than yesterday And maybe better than tomorrow ‘cause my heart is full inside of sorrow. Nothing can compare with the things we had No one could imagine the great...
blue-jeans
de Petru Teodor
ochii tăi blugi ce-și lasă culoarea pielea din buze crăpate de sare deschid ferestrele în furia unei amintiri pierdute iar tu treci peste pietre cu tălpile goale gemi peste pleoapa mea ce tresare...
Prostia mea sau Manifest împotriva voastră
de Doru Alexandru
De ce prostia mea? Pentru ca mă las influențat de voi… Pentru ca voi… cei atât de orbi in a-mi înțelege cuvintele nu știți sa citiți, pentru ca pe voi încerc eu sa va înduplec prin ceea ce scriu. De...
BEFORE
de raluca
~Before you judge me Try hard to love me~ ~Before you scold me Just straighten me~ ~Before you curse me Try once to bless me~ ~Before you leave me Please try to find me~ ~Before you gun me First...
and the rain... still calling your name
de Ela Victoria Luca
motto: now I hate to leave you bare/if you need me I\'ll be there/don\'t you ever let me down (liquido / narcotic ) nu e decât torentul, darius, torentul acesta care îmi amintește de nesăbuință și de...
FROZEN
de Anca Pepelea
- MADONNA - You only see what your eyes want to see How can life be what you want it to be You\'re frozen When your heart\'s not open You\'re so consumed with how much you get You waste your time...
oare poti vedea
de mardare gabi-vali
Oh baby can\'t you see I need you, come with me Something is telling me that you feel the way I do I want you close to me My heart is telling me I hate the fact that I love you - I feel blue Even...
Dirty Diana
de Michael Jackson
You\'ll never make me stay so take your weight ofF of me I know your every move so won\'t you just let me be. I\'ve been here times before but I was too blind to see That you seduce every man this...