"scratched" – 41 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchGeo Mihali
Last but not least i'm off the leash reach for your masterpiece Feel the release from the phantom bangs you Snatched off i'll put you in a frame and hang you Comin' at you're village from a different angle
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Another Not To
de Ohm
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 soul begin...
Not my type
de Coana Loenida
He is not what I expected In fact, he is totally not my type Or at least the type that I have always been attracted to But he is the type Tall, dark, dangerous looking The kind that ooze masculinity...
The psalm of a dew-drop
de Iustina Daniela Cucu
It is raining now Like a sonnet-how Am I feeling? I have a past I had a last Moment... It was hand-written In the Holy Scriptures The libretto of my life- I am listening so hard... Because in the...
Baby scratching
de Ion Mihaila
O clipă am crezut Că am ajuns în Rai... În jurul meu decât flori al lor parfum și petalele ce mă sărutau în timp ce pluteam, fluture, printre ele... era și o muzică, un vinil rotindu-se, poate inima...
::exhibition 666::
de Sopov Joana
::exhibition 666:: A new scultpure,in the early morning, arrived beckoning critics, meanings to be derrived a beauitful structure cast in red emitting an inner glow, crimson shed arms out-stretched...
regrets
de Ohm
there are very few things in my life that, given the chance I would do differently...there are even fewer things that I hold important enough to die for...actually, scratch that, wrong word, live...
FEELINGS
de petra carmela claudia mihai
FEELINGS Stearing at my soul’s dead body I touch my shadowing shapes And I open my eyes Into illusion... Crawling my thoughts in my brain I scratch my name on the old wooden table But it’s not...
Perpetuum mobile
de Lory Cristea
Știu ! deja ai auzit de prea mult ori suflete dezacordate , scratch-uri stângace , în loc de degete-pixuri în loc de platane-foi cerate În care găsești până și venin și ace - niciodată Regina. Știu !...
Inspiratia(Hip-Hop)
de Alex
Aha , incearca sa faca rime Se straduieste dar nu-i vine Se uita-n oglinda si se vede Rimele incep sa curga Era singur, el si rimele Se uita la caiet, in jur curgeau zilele Si iar se opreste...
Seri de Literatură și Arte
de Radu Herinean
Al treilea eveniment din seria \"Seri de literatură și artă\" va avea loc Vineri 31 Ianuarie în Club A din Bucuresti intre ora 18:00 si 21:00. Programul din seara de vineri va avea ca temă principală...
Tare imi vine sa zambesc
de Maria Zirra
intirile mi se intorceau pe dos in troleibuz cu capul in jos, ochii prin geam si vedeam cerul si pajura nu mai era, ranjeai atat de tamp ca imi venea sa te desir. Si tu sa te reinsiri in jurul meu ca...
Sonnet XVII
de William Shakespeare
Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill\'d with your most high deserts? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I...
Meeting At Night
de Robert Browning
I. The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And...
A rose
de Andrei Tudora
When you’re sad and want to cry I want to help but don’t know why. To make you smile, remove your tears, It’s all I wanted for so many years. But you ignore me all the time, And don’t whant for us to...
Goblin Market
de Christina Rossetti
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: \"Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpecked cherries- Melons and raspberries,...
My Butterfly
de Robert Frost
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frighted thee so oft, is fled or dead: Save only me (Nor is it sad to thee!) Save only me There is none left to mourn...
The Self-Seeker
de Robert Frost
Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\" \"With you the feet have...
et voila
de Victor Potra
et voila! J’y suis la! checking my smile was out of style and entertainment left five miles away cried: Hey, boy, say, you’re still on the tray? una bella cosa d’amore a ditto il mio tutore șto? ia...
Gândul
de Ghejan Andrei
Trăim în propria noastră capcană de gânduri. Acum, că ținea în mână pietricica aia sclipitoare cu care se jucase de nenumărate ori în copilărie, pe care o redescoperise întâmplător făcând ordine în...